MTL - Imperfections-Chapter 138 He is really back
After Lu Bixing returned to the eighth galaxy, he let the soothing agent No. 6 take a sip of the black pot, thereby taking a day of sick leave.
But everyone reluctantly gave him a rest for a night, and soon couldn't hold back, all kinds of information began to bombard the general manager.
The fact that it is necessary to wait for the landing is too much-the most urgent thing is that he has to arrange the Silver Ten Guards. This is a major adjustment of the military defense system. It is definitely not something that the president can simply sign a letter of appointment to complete it.
At the same time, he must immediately assess the external situation, and then make adjustments to various strategies and future development plans in the galaxy. The Heart of the Rose and the Alliance Army accidentally contacted, and expected the eighth galaxy to reconnect with the outside world at least in advance In fifty years, a lot of work will be overthrown.
Compared with these, things like "Star Expedition made significant progress in natural wormhole technology", "General Lu is actually the dead body of General Lu Xin", and it is usually worth news that the entire galaxy made a fuss together. Gossip entertainment section.
As for Lin Jingheng, he was imprisoned in the space prison for 16 years. Even the silver guards around him hurriedly assembled. Many things had to be supplemented, and many people needed to be familiar with it again.
But no matter where he goes, he will return on time in the evening.
On the first day, Lin Jingheng went out to see blue orchids. The sky was just getting dark, and Lu Bixing began to see no words. Soon, this discomfort quickly reflected his physiology. He seemed to have swallowed a piece of lead in his stomach. And it was blocked there firmly, constantly squeezing the surrounding internal organs, Lu Bixing couldn't help but avoided the sensitive home medical cabin, secretly ran to the bathroom to vomit, and ordered Zhanlu, who likes to sue, not to say more. Tongue, until Lin Jingheng came back only slightly relieved.
In the evening, he kept turning around like a miser, thinking about Lin Jingheng and what he had said hundreds and thousands of times, and thinking about what he wanted to ask hundreds or thousands of times. Unexpectedly, he still underestimated the cunningness of someone. Lin Jingheng gave him an answer similar to this-
"Why are you on an unknown planet in the sixth galaxy?"
"Someone fished me out of the eco-cabin."
"Who?"
"People of the Freedom Corps of Pirates."
"Why were the Pirates of the Freedom Legion there? Why did they take you away? Why ..."
Lin Jingheng raised a finger to his mouth: "Shh, this is tomorrow's story."
He seemed to have made up his mind to bury everything in the ground for sixteen years, and let him shovel a little bit of soil every day to see a little truth. Soon, those things that Lu Bixing deliberately avoided and deliberately didn't want to see turned into things that he had to fight wit and side by side every day to get more words.
Lu Bixing also found that Lin Jingheng's home time is fixed every day, no matter where he goes and what he does, even if he leaves the star and goes to an alien, he will return on time.
The battlefield in the space is changing rapidly. The commander ’s grasp of time will affect the direction of the battle. Lin Jingheng is a person who exerts his precision to the extreme. Therefore, General Lin ’s “timekeeping” is accurate to the second. No matter if Lu Lu is at home or not, every day, he At the moment of unlocking the door lock, the three hands of the decorative antique clock in the living room are all in the same position. If not, it is usually a problem of the clock-Lin Jingheng and the eighth galaxy time on the personal terminal are synchronized.
It's almost like the villain playing the clock at the hour.
Within a week, Lu Bixing felt that he had become a Pavlov's dog, and was almost trained by him. When he approached that mysterious time every day, half a minute in advance, the "click" sound of that second hand would become particularly obvious. His heartbeat will speed up involuntarily, and sometimes he may have trouble breathing. At this time, he told him nothing else, he could n’t hear it, and after the countdown seconds ended, the door sounded like a Zhanlu alarm clock: "Welcome back, sir."
At the beginning, Lu Bixing often slept unsteadily at night, the sleep time was short, and one night was often woke up two or three times for no reason. Once Lin Jingheng found it, he clasped his fingers and put it on himself.
The biochip will strengthen the five senses of the person. Even in the dark night, Lu Bixing can see clearly. The person who touches with his fingertips pulls him to have a nightmare. Then he can see the quiet side face of the person with an eye open. Hold your breath, stare at Lin Jingheng for a long time, don't want anything in my heart.
Waking up in the middle of the night suddenly became a less painful thing.
However, Lin Jingheng will not stay with him all the time. Sometimes he reaches out and touches the air, but Yu Wen is still there. At this time, he often hears the birds calling from the window, indicating that the sky is about to dawn, but it is still early. Keep your eyes closed for a while ... If the quilt is cold, it is usually that he is late.
Lin Jingheng used an unusually strong sense of rhythm and used time to nail a wedge on Lu Bixing, who has been dark for more than a decade.
For humans, migratory birds, and animals that will migrate at a fixed time, the biological clock has a hidden and strange power. It's like running water running down a river when it meets a river. If one's sense of rhythm is firm and strong enough, the horizontal and vertical lines he draws on the ground will involuntarily affect other people.
One day, at less than six in the morning, Galaxy City Headquarters suddenly called the chief due to an emergency document. Lu Bixing opened the phone the night before and was in the middle of the night. He slept very late, struggling to get up and confused. I cleaned myself, opened the closet, and took out two shirts and trousers. Without any consciousness, he folded one of them on the bed.
The tie was tied halfway, and Lu Bixing was awake, suddenly turned his head, and looked at the shirt neatly placed on the empty bedside with a sense of unknown eyes, and froze for a long time.
At this time, Lin Jingheng, who came back from the morning exercise, just pushed in and saw him sitting idly by the bed, then reached out and pressed heavily on his forehead, shuffled his hair, and then picked up the clothes on the bedside and went into the bathroom. .
Two of them did not wake up, one sweaty, and passed by in a hurry, without talking, but suddenly so real.
Lu Bixing heard the sound of water, then he slowly touched the bedside where he had just put his clothes, as if confirming that the thing he had just put away was taken away, then he leaned down and sniffed the breath on the pillow deeply. Lu Bixing thought like a dream, "He's really back."
Before Lin Jingheng had time to dry her hair, the bathroom door was suddenly opened from the outside, and then Lu Bixing clasped his waist and indiscriminately pressed him against the water-stained wall. The brute force given by the biochip was a bit overdone, but Lin Jingheng didn't resist, just watching him quietly.
For the first time in such a long time, Lin Jingheng saw more intense emotions from those eyes full of depression and pain, like sparks jumping suddenly in the night.
Lu Bixing asked: "The reason you went to Rose Heart that day was not because of the conflict between the alliance and the pirates, right? You want to come back, right ... why are you back?"
He just traced back to who the Free Army was yesterday. Through clues, he felt that the owner of the Free Army might have a close relationship with Lin Jingheng. Today, he should continue to ask on this topic, and suddenly he disrupted the order. .
"Yeah, it's a coincidence that we didn't know about the accident until the second question," Lin Jingheng paused, and then he said, "you."
Before the epilogue finally landed, a kiss came down. At first, it was restrained and tentative, and soon it couldn't help but let it go freely, overdoing it, and there was a little pain in the rolling room. The abundance of water vapor quickly condensed on the wall, damping the clean and straight cuffs of the total length, and the temperature went straight up unexpectedly. Lin Jingheng gently patted his stiff and tight back, feeling the silent, saying no Sixteen years without being able to cry.
Just then, Zhanlu's voice suddenly rang: "Principal Lu, Galaxy City Base calls again and asks if you have already set out, and how long will it take?"
Lu Bixing: "..."
He seems to want to curse bad words, but uses a thesaurus very much, and cannot be called out for a while.
Zhanlu asked "compassionately": "Need me to push you for two hours?"
In a home, there are no old, weak, or sick who cannot take care of themselves. Two big men, young and old, why do they need an electronic housekeeper with such a high level of intelligence?
Isn't a multifunctional housework robot enough?
Repairing Zhan Lu's spiritual network and restoring his mecha nuclear function, I am afraid that it will be mentioned on the agenda.
The entire Galaxy City was too dark.
Thomas Yang reluctantly reluctantly.
As the formal arrangement of the appointment has not yet come down, of course, the secret military and technology cannot be casually watched, but the public museum near Galaxy City is enough to make him linger.
The museum is not actually a popular science base, it was built to commemorate the civil war. But for a senior mech engineer, just sitting around the galactic mech, he can roughly estimate their depth, not to mention real war image data.
The engineering department sent a young man as his tour guide. The tour guide was called "White". He was a small and thin person who was very active and thought that he had a bit of a hate with Thomas Yang.
Thomas Young praised him: "If you are in the first galaxy, your level is enough to get a good graduate at Ulan College."
White said indifferently, "Don't you say that the outstanding graduates of Wulan College have to fight for father? My dad can't, but the school I attended is also the best in the eighth galaxy."
Thomas Young asked curiously, "What is the best school in the eighth galaxy?"
"Xinghai College," White said with a firm chest. "The principal is President Lu, the first laboratory system is Zhan Lu, and the first director is General Lin."
Thomas Yang first nodded again and again, hearing the last one, could not help but be taken aback: "This ... the financial situation of your school ... listen is not very generous."
White waved his hand: "The eighth galaxy is so poor that it's not just us. It's only been a little better in the past few years. Captain Three Guards. You should be interested in the things in front. They are some new technology demonstrations in the civil war. Of course, only civilians are exhibited. of."
Thomas Yang looked at the past in the same way and was amazed: "If others fight, civilization will go backwards. Do you still have results?"
"The situation is compelling," White said. "Mr. Lu said that the eighth galaxy's most unique resource is that there are many natural planets. For so many years and so difficult times, everyone has been working hard to maintain the planet's ecology and really destroy it. In our hands, 100,000 years after death are sinners. At that time, the engineering department was the general line of General Lu. Before these people were picked in, they were originally responsible for maintaining the major man-made bases and natural planets. They all understood his meaning. "The distant planetary defense mechanism" were all rushed out by them at that time. "
Thomas Young said, "It's only been more than ten years."
Ten years ago, when people outside laughed at people who were less advanced and illiterate, the eighth galaxy was always pulled out and slid around. Ten years later, the silver third guard's best mech engineer was in the eighth. At the foot of the galaxy looks up at piles of glorious history.
"Since the 19th century AD from the time of the ancient earth, many great changes will not even take ten years." White said calmly. "We are just struggling to live on our own one-third of an acre."
The museum was small, and soon came to an end. White said, "Captain Yang, it's a pleasure chatting with you. You are the second Silver Ten Guards Captain I know and surrender than General Turan."
"What's good about Turan, be careful of your chastity," Thomas Yang scrutinized his colleagues seriously, "the other day introduces you to other people ... Well, in fact, there is nothing to know, silver one is fake, and silver four is a general. The brain residual powder will be slapstick all day long. Silver Six seems to be non-existent. The sense of existence is about zero. Every time a meeting nods, they must be mistaken in the first round. Silver 10 is a bunch of bitches. As for silver Nine, like their bosses, they are not good people ... You know that the gangster of Turan who sees adultery, actually told me that our general and General Lu have a leg-our general ... Hahaha, the first in the league Sex is cold, what do you think she thinks? "
White didn't know what to answer for a moment.
Thomas Young asked White: "Well, do you want to see Dr. Harden, the first owner of the Alliance White Tower? Our general does not know where to pick it up, it is an old man who loves personal chat."
White's eyes lightened: "Okay? Our first lesson at school, Lu said about Eden."
Thomas Young: "He's discharged today, go!"
Because Dr. Harden is too old, after a long interplanetary trip, he stayed in the hospital for more than half a month, and was just received by Lin Jingheng from the eighth galaxy's place for him. Lin Jingheng's attitude was good, and Dr. Harden had a kind of His illusion of "weasel gives the chicken a new year" always feels that he either has something to ask for or he has mischief.
After listening to Lin Jingheng's account of Lu Bixing's situation, Dr. Harden was silent for a moment: "Nuwa plans to succeed in the eighth galaxy, are you sure?"
