Chapter 151: The tone of the meal

Lin Jingheng would not have been dragged down by him, but for some reason, when Lu Bixing broke in, he seemed to hurriedly pushed something to the side, and therefore lost his balance and hit Lu Bixing directly.
Lu Bixing suffered this. Because he was dragging his legs, a uncle nearly knelt down, but still held Lin Jingheng unwillingly. At the same time, he looked over his shoulder and saw him panicking. Things-that crystal ball.
Lu Bixing stayed for a while, only feeling familiar, hardly remembering where it came from.
It took a long time for the hibernation memory to slowly recover. He recalled that it was still when the Caotai government of the eighth galaxy was just formed--
At that time, Chief Edward was still there. They toured the eighth galaxy together. The Chief was responsible for exhausting and frowning. He was responsible for exploring the road and travelling at public expense.
Because the sky fell down and there was a high standing, he was blindly optimistic, and happily took four students to follow the president to pick up stones, collected the unique elements of each planet from all over, carved into his imagination Wanjia lights of the eighth galaxy, and a starry sky made of crystal glue, shaking the big tail with joy, trying to please his sweetheart, who is not easy to please.
... Later, he locked it with Lin Jingheng's old object and locked it in the small forbidden area of ​​the attic. Many of the glittering stones in the crystal ball had lost their old glory, and even the "starlight" seemed dim.
The boss who couldn't understand Fenghuaxueyue only sorrowed "when the eighth galaxy could really be like your model" is gone, and put on him the burden of worry and frown.
As if in the next generation.
Lin Jingheng was a little embarrassed by his sudden "attack", and it will return to him. Just now his chin was on Lu Bixing's shoulder. He almost bit his tongue, pushed him away, and said angrily, "What, dream Did you get bitten by a crazy dog ​​while you were there? "
"Sorry ..." Lu Bixing snorted softly from his nose.
When Lin Jingheng heard the words, he was inexplicably fierce, and his eyes were cold, and his bitter words had reached his lips. Then he listened to Lu Bixing and said, "I have less than three hours for the scheduled meeting. I want to wait and see you and talk to you, but ... I'm sorry, I can hold on until now, it's already the limit, I can't wait for a minute. "
Lin Jingheng stayed up all night, exhausted physically and mentally. In the early hours of the morning, when the brain was hypoxic, he blocked his mouth and suddenly forgot his words.
Lu Bixing's legs would change from unconscious "general anesthesia" to a kind of acupuncture-like anesthesia. He "hissed" and his expression was a bit distorted. However, the total length of the lame leg was still stubborn. It seemed that he didn't want to get down on the ground, grabbing Lin Jingheng's elbow, and he tentatively jumped forward on one leg.
Lin Jingheng: "..."
While Lin Jingheng didn't think about whether to throw him out, Lu Bixing opened his arms and opened his arms so that he couldn't open any more. He pushed forward a little, and then took Lin Jingheng's shoulders and hung himself on him. A heavy breath exhaled, and he almost collapsed.
Lu Bixing thought blankly, "What ghosts were I busy with just now? Why didn't you come up early?"
"Principal Lu, IMHO, your symptoms show a certain degree of addiction. Are you sure you have not taken any illegal drugs?" Zhanlu sounded at the door, and the home maintenance robot crawled upstairs, "Beeps" round and round around the door of the dead.
"I don't know," Lu Bixing murmured, "Is the commander in law legal?"
He never blurted out his mind, but the two sentences were connected together. Somehow he had an inexplicable sense of ambiguousness. Lin Jingheng Qi had twiddled with "oral ingestion" once, and the fire under the skin jumped. When he reached the skin, he heated his ears.
"Fart," he said, then turned to Zhanlu, "Did I unblock it, who made you come up?"
Zhan LuAs an artificial intelligence who can never tell when the host is talking or talking nonsense, even the manipulator is bent into a question mark, saying somehow: "Sir, you asked me to come up in the morning, Help you sort out the changes in the armies outside the Heart of the Rose. "
"..." Lin Jingheng only remembered that there was such an outing, but since he was unreasonable, it would not blush because of his capriciousness, "Go out."
Zhan Lu had to command a small robot and carry the door away.
The "open" attic was crossed by the wind that passed through the hall, and it completely wiped out Lin Jingheng's irritated anger. He leaned back slightly and leaned on a gravity training device that he had used before The instrument didn't turn on, and he had already felt his top priority.
Lin Jingheng was silent for a while, trying to find a place to sit down calmly-but looking around, he found that there was no place to sit in the "fengshui treasure" of the attic except the window sill.
"Can't you clean it up?" He said wearily, "Everything goes inside, it's a utility room."
Lu Bixing's lips moved.
Lin Jingheng glanced at him: "Just say what you want."
"This is not a utility room," Lu Bixing said, "this is mine ... mine ..."
Lu Bixing's legs went numb and he had to stand upright.
Lin Jingheng's spirit was slowly returning to his position. He suddenly found that as soon as he let go, Lu Bixing's shoulders and palms would be in a very tight state. The kind of tightness that was always calculated and what was always calculated Let him feel very familiar for a while-just like looking in the mirror.
The two were relatively speechless for a while. Lin Jingheng tried very hard to relax his shoulders. This was not easy. When the tension became the normal state, relaxation was a relatively unnatural state and was a waste of attention.
"... This is my heart." Lu Bixing walked for a long time, and finally finished his half sentence, "When you are away, I lock it up and pretend that I can't see it. I can't do it again without seeing you A weak person. "
Lin Jingheng whispered, "Who said you were weak?"
"If I could have the ability to control the situation, as I do now," Lu Bixing didn't answer, "Turan would not let me down without permission."
Lin Jingheng's eyes flashed: "Tulan put you down, I acquiesce."
"I know, because at the time, I couldn't ... and couldn't do anything for you. I couldn't drive a small mech to change an army for you out of thin air and stop the artillery fire of the Slovak Union. I had nothing. Tips, I even ... in that case, I could n’t even close the gap I brought on Saturday ... I just wanted to go out to find you, just for my own peace. If I were Turan, I would do the same . "
"If I can be a little stronger now, I can control the situation of the alliance as I want, and let the Quartet jealous, I can tell you, no matter what you ... and how the Silver Ten Guards think and decide, I can support it. You guys. "Lu Bixing looked at him, maybe because he finally said the words, or when one person looked at the other person's eyes too much, it was easy to subconsciously imitate each other's actions. Unconsciously, Lu Bixing Gently let go, holding his fist halfway, "I can't."
Lin Jingheng wanted to blurt out, "Who uses you to care so much, wouldn't I make the decision myself?"
But when it came to his mouth, he swallowed it again.
Because Lu Bixing is not the young man who can only make suggestions in an empty space, and is kicked back by the elders in the conference room one by one.
Even when Chief Edward Edward was able to support the eighth galaxy government, a grassland-like government, he relied on Lin Jingheng and his Silver Nine. Lin Jingheng was in the eighth galaxy at the same time as he was in the Silver Fortress. However, this eighth galaxy government is different. Turan and Baiyinjiu, who were also driven by ducks, do not have the absolute control of the year. These lost people can only run through themselves, and after a long break, they have achieved a New leader.
Lin Jingheng was silent for a while: "I know."
"But even then, I still really want to take possession of you. Am I too greedy?" Lu Bixing said, "I want you, I want to keep the Silver Ten Guards, but I also want to have just returned from the civil war. The eighth galaxy that came in one breath can continue to live smoothly for many years. I don't want to let those of me who have managed to earn a piece of the world, be restrained by the alliance that we no longer believe. If this will conflict with the alliance, Jingheng, Will you be embarrassed? "
This time, Lin Jingheng didn't hide it, and frankly said, "Yes."
Wulan College is the cornerstone of his soul, just as the eighth galaxy is a must for Lu.
How many times of suffering and hatred are indelible.
No matter how many times he said he was no longer the general of the forest in Silver Fortress.
"When I can't sleep every day, I think that the greatest gift this world gives me is to give you back to me." Lu Bixing said, he spoke slowly, every word seemed to be cut off from his heart. "I can't think of how to thank such a gift, and I can't think of what I can do to be worthy. I sometimes have nightmares and dream that they say I'm not good enough to take you away again ... but I don't think so Find out how to keep you embarrassed and how to make you happier. "
"'They say', 'Who are they?'" Lin Jingheng asked in a rather calm tone, waiting for Lu Bixing to answer. He reached out and made a gesture of interruption. "You listen to me, it's not this world. What I've given back to you is my return to find you. I have lived for so many years, and the so-called 'fate' has not given me any good looks. I opened the space prison myself, earned it from the ground, and climbed. Want to crawl back to see you, remember? Where's the "gift", what do you think of fucking! I'm not wronged, who do you feel wronged for, and which tone you learned to eat? "