imperfections

"Hmm...and then?"

"Then you drive this flower-covered car, pass through the space field, and arrive at..."

"But how can flowers pass through the space field?" Lu Bixing interrupted Turan, and raised a practical question, "That thing needs to be carefully served in a vase, and it will break if touched, no matter how good the protection measures for space field crossing are." impossible."

"All right, then no flowers," Turan made a note without raising his head, "Fake flowers are not out of the question, but the craftsmanship should be more detailed, so that the fake ones can be confused with the real ones."

Lu Bixing leaned back in his chair and sighed: "Okay, and then the next day's headlines appeared - 'Plastic partner wedding uses fake flowers, suspected of political marriage', the chief executive who was caught in an illegal experiment scandal didn't want to step down ? Still don’t want to step down? Still don’t want to step down?”

After the public trial, Lu Bixing announced in public that he was about to resign as chief executive and brought up the interstellar election. At this time, he had just handed over all the trivial work, and he rarely had time to fish in the office. With a five-year term, the whole person is in a relaxed state on the eve of a long holiday, talking lazily.

"In public, I drove a car of flowers, and I fell from the sky like a nympho," Lu Bixing said in a dragged voice, "Who is this trying to scare to death? Do you think your commander-in-chief will cooperate with such a shameful performance?"

When Turan thought about it, he was right. No matter how patient a person is about a "wedding", it would take a lot of fire, not to mention Lin Jingheng.

"Okay, let's keep it simple. I have a second plan," Turan swiped on his personal terminal, "Don't make the wedding public, and change it to a small-scale gathering of relatives and friends."

Lu Bixing nodded quickly, and just halfway through the order, he heard General Turan's brain opening again: "At that time, for the effect of the program, we will put you in a big gift box, find a few courier robots to wait at the door, and put the gift box in front of you. Push it in—you said that you picked up the commander's ecological cabin back then? That's right, make the gift box into the shape of an ecological cabin, and let him 'pick' you once."

"..." Lu Bixing asked dryly, "General Turan, are you planning a wedding or a pornographic performance?"

"Hey, where are you going?" Turan waved his hands with a smile, and sat upright with a bit of obscenity, "Don't worry, I will let you wear a dress at that time, just put on the shape of an ecological cabin, no Said to let you return to... huh, that kind of point."

Lu Bixing looked helplessly at Turan, who was more active than anyone else: "Aren't you anti-marriage?"

"Yeah," Turan spread his hands, "I object to being one of the two protagonists at the wedding, and I didn't say that I objected to joining in the fun and spraying champagne to the couple! I still have plans three, four, five, six, seven, eight..."

"All right, please take away your supernatural powers." Lu Bixing glanced at it casually, and couldn't bear to take a closer look.

He took out his personal terminal, sent a message to Lin Jingheng, and asked him: "Tulan suggested that we have a grand wedding, what do you think?"

Lin Jingheng replied in seconds: "You let her talk to me by herself."

It was just a line of plain words, but both Lu Bixing and Turan read a certain tone from it.

"Go on vacation, Elizabeth," Lu Bixing suggested sincerely, "run far away, and don't let him catch you."

"In broad daylight, threatening the personal safety of legal citizens!" Turan moved back a little, "I'm going to call the police! You don't care about him, Mr. Lu!"

Lu Bixing smiled: "Anyway, exaggerated, grand, and vexatious things are not acceptable. Don't scare him away."

"Oh, keep it simple, that's fine, you two go home and log on to the government website, go through the formalities separately, ask the secretary to make an announcement, and ask Zhanlu to remind him not to forget to wear the ring at work tomorrow—this is simple enough. Turan said angrily, "Mr. Lu, the wedding is a ceremony. Isn't it just to find a reason to toss yourself and your relatives and friends to show that the relationship is hard-won. Do you want to cherish it in the future? It's just exaggeration! Be grand! Just want to make trouble for no reason!"

Lu Bixing asked back: "The two of us are not hard-earned enough?"

Turan: "..."

After Lu Bixing finished speaking, he seemed to think of something: "But speaking of this, I do have an inspiration."

As expected, the marriage was very simple. It was just registered, and the secretaries of both parties issued official articles to make an announcement. The so-called "wedding" was to open the attic of the home on the day of the announcement and set up a temporary terrace, connecting the front and back. Xiaoyuan, invite relatives and friends to have a private dinner, declined the interview.

Even so, on the day of the dinner, Lin Jingheng was still not used to it, so she stood in front of the mirror and tugged at her collar.

He usually wears a uniform, or it is loose and comfortable, and he is not used to this so-called "tailor-made" dress. Since he strictly rejected the accordion pleats, the shirt they gave him was as hard as steel armor, It's the bow tie cuff buttons and the chest flower, all the odds and ends, making him feel like he can shake in place, and he's going to be out of breath.

"Jingheng, all the guests are here!"

"Understood." Lin Jingheng responded, and the boss muttered impatiently in his heart, "Come in by yourself when you come, or let me greet you?"

The layout of the entire courtyard and attic was done by Zhan Lu Nong. The artificial intelligence showed great enthusiasm for this brand-new work. It searched all kinds of wedding materials in ancient and modern times, and used the small one-acre three-point land of their house To the extreme... From this point of view, the Alliance has really wronged him for making him a mecha core with no aesthetic feeling all these years.

Except for Anakin who was on a long business trip, several captains of the Silver Ten Guards were all present. Most of the students of Xinghai Academy were not at Venus, and they also asked for leave to fly back. The commanders of the Central Army of the alien system sent Nagu As a representative - the war in the third galaxy has basically subsided at this time - the video was recorded remotely if he couldn't come.

Even Dr. Harden and Hope came to show their faces.

As soon as the guests arrived, before they were seated, they were shocked to find that some seats were already occupied.

"General, General?" Nagus was stunned by the back of one of them. He was stunned for a long time, and then he stretched out his hand tremblingly towards the man, and his fingers passed through the man's back. Only then did he realize that it was just A projection that can confuse real ones.

General Lu Xin in the projection turned his head at this time and smiled at him: "Come on, little fat Nagus, come here, come and sit at our table."

It's like a soul descending.

Nagus was momentarily speechless.

"This is Zhanlu's model based on the information he had during his lifetime. It is a bit similar to the NPC in the game. The words he can say are all from his memory, and he may not be able to communicate with you in depth." Turan said, Probe greeted "Lu Xin", "Hi General Lu, you were my childhood idol, can you sign me later?"

After Lu Xin heard it, he happily went to pull the lady next to him: "Did you hear that there are still girls who worship me, so hurry up and watch me closely!"

General Lu Xin was surrounded by the gentle and elegant Professor Muller. He nodded to Turan and said softly, "Miss, I will give you ten yuan. Please tie a rope and take it away quickly. You don't need to give change."

The one-eyed eagle drooped a stinky face like a creditor, looking angry, as if the old cat had been stolen the dried fish for the winter, and stretched out its claws to pat Lu Xintan away from time to time to tease his hand.

Sitting opposite the round table was a somewhat alienated and indifferent General Lin Wei. Lin Wei didn't communicate with the people around him very much, but looked at Dr. Laura Gordon who didn't look up from time to time.

In addition, there are Chief Edward, Zheng Di, Inspector William Yu, Saturday, Weasel... even Woolf and Lin Jingshu are also there—to prevent the guests from being uncomfortable, these two are arranged in the high part of the attic, and they are close to each other. There was obviously no communication, and looking up from the yard, it looked more like two pale silhouettes.

For a moment, the small courtyard seemed to become a wormhole passage, interlaced in time and space.The living and the dead, the remembered and the soon to be commemorated, sit at the same table.

Bayer was sitting next to the late Captain of the Seventh Silver Guard. Before he could speak, he saw several six or seven-year-old children running over with short legs, each of them carrying a bamboo basket and distributing flowers, wine and sugar.

"When did the two of them make this baby?" Bayer was taken aback, reached out and picked up a little boy by the back of the neck, and pulled him closer like a cat. The little boy had delicate features and a unique mourning expression. , waving his short limbs in vain to resist, Bayer looked at it for a moment, and said in amazement, "Don't say it, this is a stinky way of looking at people, and it really has a bit of a commanding charm...Little baby, what's your name?"

"Little baby" opened his mouth and let out a cold adult voice: "I am Chengying, let go, did you go out with a pair of glass balls in your eye sockets, idiot?"

Bayer: "..."

Thomas Young slapped the table with a smile.

Except for Xuanyuan, which surrendered at the end, the heavy armored fuselages of the Ten Famous Swords have all been damaged on the battlefield. After being salvaged, the engineering department is trying to repair the mecha core, and a large amount of deformable materials brought from the first galaxy came in handy. .

Among them, the mecha cores of Chengying, Yongyuan, and Chunjun have basically completed the system repair, and eliminated Woolf's transformation of them, so they can be exhibited in another place.

It happened that the wedding scene lacked a few little flower girls, and the deformable materials were used to the fullest.

Zhan Lu, once the head of the top ten famous swordsmen, is finally proud of himself this day-he is the tallest among the armor cores on the spot.

At this time, Turan suddenly took the lead and whistled, and the protagonist appeared on the stage.

Lin Jingheng's eyes scanned the old people in the field where the lights and shadows overlapped, knocked on the glass, and after successfully suppressing all the noise, he propped his head, sat aside, and gave Lu Bixing the home of the speech.

Mr. Lu, who has always been eloquent, opened his mouth for the first time, but he choked on his own saliva before he could say a whole sentence: "I...uh...cough cough."

"Mr. Lu, don't be nervous," White coaxed, "You can pretend that we are all lights on the top of the starry sky."

Thomas Young: "The commander may be a laser, the most lethal kind."

"When you mature one day, you will understand that moderate tension and heartbeat are beneficial in some situations, young man." Lu Bixing said to his students, he always pretended to be bragging, never drafted, but when he lowered his head, He saw Lin Jingheng's face. Lin Jingheng was sitting under the lamp. The dense light blurred his sharp outline and lit up the depths of his pupils, like a pair of warm fog lights.

Lu Bixing: "..."

Zhan Lu reminded in a low voice: "Principal Lu?"

Lu Bixing sighed: "I'm sorry, I forgot the words again."

Everyone laughed, and the projection of General Lu Xin whistled realistically.

Li Fulan grasped the key word: "Again?"

"Many years ago, when Beijing β Star was not an anti-missile test base, I ran away from home and stayed there for five years. I sold a refitted mecha, and with some sponsorship, I built a The school is called Xinghai Academy." Lu Bixing said, "The school is not doing very well, it is only in its second year of operation, and the students recruited in the first year have almost run out. At the second opening ceremony, I invited a I didn't expect Mr. to attend. I didn't expect that he actually came when the opening speech just started. As soon as I saw him, the speech I had prepared evaporated from my eyes, and I didn't remember a single word. Guess what? Who is this gentleman?"

Lin Jingheng raised her eyelids, and said without saying a word, "Is this also my fault?"

"It's all your fault," Lu Bixing complained solemnly, "Mr. Lin, this is the second time you have caused me to hang on the podium."

White scratched his hair: "Huh? Teacher, I remember you finished the lecture quite smoothly, without any stumbling."

"Nonsense, can I still show my eyes on the stage? Of course I have to cheat," Lu Bixing said frankly to his grown-up students to this day, "I have spare speech scripts in my contact lenses. The old dean wrote it, and I read it accordingly."

"What?" Mint said, "Boss Lu, are you such a liar? The speech draft that has been making trouble for a long time and has affected my mother for decades has nothing to do with you!"

"What do you mean it has nothing to do with me?" Lu Bixing said, "Just you pile of rotten wood, if the young and handsome me who read that speech back then, would anyone have listened to a punctuation mark?"

The teacher is shameless, and the four students collectively boo him.

"The generation gap between the old dean and the young people is too deep. After the speech was read, there was a burst of laughter. Because of this, my faculty and staff resigned collectively on the first day of school." Lu Bixing paused, and then Said, "I hope they leave Beijing β after being disappointed, so that maybe someone can survive the catastrophe."

The small courtyard gradually became quiet, and no one laughed.

"Everyone should have noticed that there are some friends who have left us around you," Lu Bixing continued, "When preparing for this wedding, Elizabeth once said to me that a wedding is to toss yourself, toss your relatives and friends, and to make things better for you." It shows that the marriage relationship is hard-won, but I think, is there any step that is easy for me and him to come to this day?"

He glanced at the projections that were difficult to distinguish between true and false. The projections sat in a row, pretending to listen to him, and responding in a timely manner, but in fact, these are all controlled by computers. Lu Bixing knew that they had no thoughts and could not Understand what you are talking about.

His biological parents, his adoptive father, his elders and friends who traveled far away...

"I always feel that our marriage is not so much a beginning as a difficult journey, and it finally comes to fruition." Lu Bixing said, "So we finally decided to cancel the traditional wedding ceremony, today there will be no cake cutting, no champagne spraying , and don’t give you a chance to force me to forcefully kiss the commander-in-chief, I would like to invite everyone here, bring one or several people from the projection, and talk about something related to our past.”

Dr. Harden looked up at Woolf on the terrace, and asked softly, "Solitaire? Is it a farewell, or a commemoration?"

"It's both a farewell and a commemoration." Lu Bixing waved his hand, the lights dimmed a degree, and soft and melodious music played. This is probably the quietest wedding in the world. "Then Zhanlu will prepare a small gift for you all. Are you all ready? I'll start—"