Imperfections

It was a silent ritual. Lu Bixing first saw the funeral of the Interstellar Rangers.

There is no grave, no carol, no body, and naturally no farewell.

White candles with high thumbs stand in a row, and whoever posted their names, even if they stood here, the fat sister lit them one by one, and then the person and the candle face to face, the person stood silently, the candle burned silently, burned out Now, even if we say goodbye, we go together for a while and end this hasty fate.

The people who live in this base have no known origin. They have no identity and no worthy deeds in their lives. They have struggled to live for more than a hundred years, just like a tiny star in the "Desert Desert". In the collision, the ashes exploded, and came and went in time, leaving no trace.

Baiyinjiu shifted, the transported little mech ran back and forth, overflowing the turbid heat wave, the energy tower slanted to the other side, the air in the base was unevenly heated, and the models began to flow, forming a melodious evening wind. As the evening wind passed, the candles went out one by one, and the small note with the name written on it was rolled up into the sky, scattered into the narrow houses and alleys, and disappeared.

Then dinner began.

Silver Nine, who had just taken the turn from the mech, was as familiar with their captain as the captain. He smelled it, and naturally mixed in it, eating and drinking.

The fat sister poured a glass of homemade malt wine for Lu Bixing, which was not too clean, and the taste was not bad. He shook the glass, walked to Saturday, and patted Saturday's shoulder.

On Saturday, Lin Jingheng was thrown into a long-range patrol. He was tortured to death and death, and his baby's face was thin. His face, which had been in the youth for 20 years, developed a second time. Mogou looks up.

"Prince Gloria is dead like this." On Saturday, he bowed his head and slammed the ground hard, as if confirming that he had actually got off the mech. "Just like dreaming ... what about the future? Will the pirates send someone else?" ? "

Lu Bixing said: "It's hard to say, it depends on how the anti-Ukraine will be arranged in the eighth galaxy, or if Ares Feng is an important figure in them."

"I do," raised his hand and touched him on Saturday, saying, "No one would come to the eighth galaxy, except Arisvon's humiliating lunatic, right? Even the pirates knew there was nothing here. "

Lu Bixing thought for a while, and then asked, "The coordinates of the base are not safe. A group of old, weak, sick and disabled live here. What are your plans?"

On Saturday, the shoulders collapsed, two shoulder blades were supported, and a thin arc curved in the middle. He said weakly, "Mr. Lu, when you used to open a school, the rate of attending subjects must be particularly high every year, right?"

Mr. Lu's school rate is really scary, but he doesn't think it is his problem.

"You are asking too much, now ask me what I intend ..." Saturday staring at the ground, his eyes straightened, and murmured, "I want to lie down with my feet on the sky now, dig out my mind and put On the one side, I don't want anything. I escaped once and exhausted all my energy. "

Lu Bixing knew and knew, and he didn't ask immediately. He sat side by side with him in a daze, dug out his brain and put it on his knees. With his brain empty, he watched the energy tower sink into the sky.

People drank the big boxes of malt they moved over, and the pain gradually melted, and they started to hustle and bustle. Some of them murmured to themselves, and there were groups of three or five who scolded loudly and scolded each other. You know, anyway, flying up and down three roads, there are also rhythms and rhythms, like a chorus.

"Mr. Caicai Foucault said that we will still be called the" Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force ", and the name of the administrative building does not need to be changed." On the noisy background sound on Saturday, he suddenly said that he was not in front of the village and behind the shop. My tongue is a bit big. "I remember when I first formed the Self-Defense Forces. At that time, I felt that I had chosen destiny, and I was full of rhetoric. You just fooled ... Now I know I'm being deceived. I was pushed and held by destiny. Somehow came to this step. Just sitting here just now, I felt like I had amnesia, and suddenly I couldn't remember how I drove the mech to the battlefield, how to pick up a gun and blast at others. I thought I was sitting beside It's a holiday ... "

The word "holiday" was vaguely confusing, and Lu Bixing responded with a half-beat and glanced at him.

"I thought ..." Saturday's features were curled up, and he shook his head and stretched hard, before letting go, he let go. Holding half a skewer that was too late to chew, there was a whimper like a beast whimpering on his throat on Saturday, and a line of nosebleed was shed, and he stretched out his hand without paying attention. .

No one heard him sob, everyone was venting, something like today is not tomorrow.

Lu Bixing stood up quietly, wiped his way through the crowd, and went to the mech main control room.

Lin Jingheng did not leave the main control room. It was probably noisy. He pulled down the sound insulation layer on the windows and doors, turned off the lights, and played back the entire battle with a 360-degree screen, like a checkerboard player. An electronic pen is held between the fingertips.

From the day before to now, Lin Jingheng hasn't closed his eyes for almost forty hours. He was exhausted and mentally overloaded, probably really tired. As soon as the elevator door opened, Lu Bixing saw that the electronic pen between his fingertips had fallen to the ground.

Lin Jingheng excitedly reacted and snorted. There was no one around. He was too lazy to bend down, stretched his legs, and hooked the electronic pen with his feet back. His toes bounced into the palms of his hands that were waiting beside him.

Lu Bixing said: "Good shot, three points!"

Lin Jingheng was snarled by his throat. He seemed to have grown more than two hundred bones out of thin air. He instantly recovered from a semi-paralyzed state to an upright seated position, and he could go straight to shoot propaganda posters. Lu Bixing thought that he was stepping on the tail of General Lin thousands of miles away, and even his footsteps were softer. He walked along the floor, and he put a hot kebab on it. In front of Lin Jingheng-Lin Jingheng should have just taken the nutrition cream and the wrapping paper is still there.

Lu Bixing: "I used to eat nutrition cream before, but now I suddenly feel that this thing can be selected as one of the ten anti-human inventions."

The nutritional cream is generally only a large piece of palm, and the texture is a bit harder than jelly powder. The entrance quickly melts. Normal adults choke in. It is almost the same as drinking a glass of water. There is basically no feeling of fullness, but It will quickly deliver nutrients to all parts of the body, with a very high utilization rate. It also contains a special substance that stimulates the brain and causes people to lose interest in food for a period of time-although they are not full, they will not sting when they see food. .

This thing can greatly reduce the digestion time after meals. You can go for a 10-kilometer weight run just five minutes after eating. There is no risk of damaging the digestive system. It can also suppress snacks after meals, which is anti-human health.

The healthy Lin Jingheng glanced over Hengchen's pork belly in front of him, and it really did not touch him. He would wave his hand to Lu and motioned for him to take it away.

"I heard that the canteen of your Silver Fortress only provides nutrition creams every day?"

"What's wrong with the nutrition cream?" Lin Jingheng replied and took his eyes off the notes on hand. "The nutrition cream of the Silver Fortress is very expensive, and it is not cheaper than asking a group of five-star cooks. The nutrition indicators are based on the soldiers' Personalizing the physical condition also saves time. "

Lu Bixing asked strangely: "A proper waste of time can help improve the quality of life, so what are the savings?"

Lin Jingheng gave him a glance: "Save the stomach and think about your stomach."

Lu Bixing has become accustomed to his style. He suffered a bit of sarcasm and did not go to his heart. He picked up a scorching kebab and smashed the mushrooms lined up between the meat strips one by one. On the Gloria Star, there is a warehouse next to Lao Lu's goods. The place is very large. It is said that Lao Lu originally wanted to keep it for the garden. Lao Lu refused to cut a place and built a farm building. Grow various dishes, have you ever seen the farm? "

Votor is known as the most beautiful garden expo in the world. Each tree is a work of art and does not grow fruits and vegetables. Master Lin, who grew up in Votor, listened to the interest of the one-eyed eagle, scorned it, and sneered, he thought: This old Persian cat is afraid of a bunch of idyllic cats.

"Each plant has a sensor next to it. There is a scale that will change color. It will turn red when it is full. It means that a certain part of the plant has grown to the best taste. If you scan it with your personal terminal, you can see a lot of it. Where the red light is on, every time you go in, it ’s like a treasure hunt, and you can pick it up and let it be eaten directly by the robot ... I like the barbecue station in the mushroom garden. "

Lin Jingheng stared at the notes and didn't answer, as if he just listened to his words as the background sound. However, this man chattered in his ear, but his face was rare and peaceful, not impatient.

Lu Bixing said: "When there is no more war in the future, I will build another college and leave an open space in the backyard to be an indoor farm. It will be like a maze."

Lin Jingheng drew a circle on the word "arms". After listening to Lu Bixing's ambitious ambitions, he thought, "You are really childlike."

"But at that time, my health was not good, and my diet was restricted. Lao Lu refused to let me go. I couldn't stand it. I promised that when it snowed, he would take me in and roast the mushrooms once. Gloria is not the same as Beijing Star. Not so long winter, especially where we live there are only two dry and rainy seasons, the dry season is particularly scarce, the rainy season is relatively high, and snow is a very rare climate. It has snowed three times in 20 years. For me, every It was a particularly big surprise-was it snowing in Voto? "

Lin Jingheng: "... Well."

Voto's snow is manually controlled. Ulan College rains once a week in summer time and in winter, it organizes snowfall every twenty days. The snowfall day will usher in a half-day holiday and a dozen jobs. Impression in Lin Jingheng It is always associated with the lethargic library.

He took Lu Bixing's words out for a moment, and his heart hanged gently. Because the one-eyed eagle is not a sane parent, it basically belongs to the promise of drinking too much, allowing him to take care of it so closely. What kind of life did Lu Bixing spend when he was a child?

"Ah yes," Lu Bixing remembered, "I know that you Ulan College, step by step, everything is accurate to the second, it's boring ... hey, this is really tender."

He took a bite of a beef ball, "creaked", the gravy almost overflowed, and Lu Bixing almost burst into tears. The strong fragrance permeated in the main control room of the mech. On the three-dimensional screen next to him, Prince Gloria's dead ghost team All seemed to be slowed down by this incompatible fragrance, Lin Jingheng's eyes jumped, his notes couldn't stand it: "Isn't my health good?"

"When I was a kid, it was a kid!" Lu Bixing emphasized that he was eager to air-condition, and emphasized that his tone was eagerly like a scammer selling fake and shoddy products. "Now my body is fine, I can go to bed early, get regular exercise, live in a space-free environment Half a year is nothing, don't worry about that. "

Lin Jingheng just wanted to nod, but suddenly he felt something wrong: "What am I worried about?"

Lu Bixing looked at him with a half-meatball and smiled wryly, saying, "Nothing."

Lin Jingheng ’s forehead has the meaning of taking off in place, and Lu Bixing quickly said, “It ’s your first question! Hey, why did your face fall again? I do n’t roll ... Why do you let me roll when I come? General, I found How can you be so embarrassed and angry? Share your meatballs. "

Lin Jingheng: "..."

"Especially with me," Lu Bixing said cheerfully. "I have observed that neither you nor anyone else has this symptom. Why is it so special to me?"

Lin Jingheng was still scared that he "can only eat mushrooms once on a snowy day". He couldn't explain the unpleasant words. Lu Bixing's shameless sentence made him really unable to pick it up. He had to scoop up a meatball angrily and occupy it. He closed his mouth and pretended to be deaf.

Lin Jingheng is different from the one-eyed eagle. His accuracy, stability and reliability are in his bones. He has been in charge of the silver fortress for a long time and has a strong sense of authority. Anyone around Lu Bixing has an adult feeling, especially if there is no The sense of indulgence has aroused the long-suppressed bear habit of Lu Bixing-the more he doesn't like to deal with him, the more he has to talk about it blindly.

Lin Jingheng Ping ate an extra night without a reason, and was so sleepy that he could fight with his eyelids. There was no way to sneakily send a live broadcast to the Cyclops' personal terminal, inviting Zhang Yawu claws of the old Persian cat to rescue and get a moment Ears are clean, and the next morning, before dawn, he took the silver gang of gangsters and ran away, took Turan down to guard the base, and went to track the remnants of Prince Gloria's guard himself.

The so-called "wise man has a lot of worries, there must be a mistake." Lin Jingheng fainted, leaving Turan, the first good deed of the Silver Ten Guards, to Lu Bixing.

Turan quickly explored the friendship between her boss and President Lu, and was taken aback by surprise. It took two full days to digest it. She didn't expect the land to come to Lu, and she said sternly: "This sultry didn't kill you. It must be a misconception about you. There can be no other explanation. I think he has been abnormal for a long time and he doesn't know what he is thinking. My first major is fighting. The second major is sleeping men. Come, let me teach you a little bit of experience. "