Chapter 162: Is she a gentle person

"Is she a gentle person?"
"... very gentle, but strong personality, when talking in class, it usually seems very silent, is an expert in interstellar communication theory," Lin Jingheng said, "Have you read her thesis?"
Lu Bixing shook his head-the illiterate one-eyed eagle, probably didn't figure out what Mrs. Lu was studying. Each time, he would simply say "just the space equipment or something", and successfully misled Lu Bixing to the machine A designer's big pit.
He didn't know the field before, and after knowing her, he deliberately blocked her message because of resistance, and seemed to know nothing. In the small empty hall, he suddenly felt a little unhappy.
"You should look at it, especially refuting some of my colleagues 'mistakes. The words are very sharp." Lin Jingheng said softly, "I rarely lose my temper, but I always give people a' care for mental retardation because your brain is poorly developed. , Don't want to have the general sense of you. "
Lu Bixing: "..."
He couldn't imagine anyone treating Lin Jingheng with this attitude, and the "mentally handicapped" being cared for seemed to be ...
Having said that, it seems that Dr. Lauragden also mentioned General Lu Xin as "gorilla" in the message and Zhan Luli's "Spicy Rabbit Head Song".
Li Fulan was so meticulous that he pulled Bayer. The guards of the Silver Ten Guards thoughtfully spread out and left space for the two of them.
"Here is the living room. There are guest rooms at the back." Lin Jingheng took a landing when he walked in. "The vegetation in the courtyard is played by Lu Xin freely. He doesn't like to make the courtyard of his home the same."
The Alliance has repaired this place too complete, so that it looks like a specimen frozen in time, easily awakens the sleeping ghost, and stares at him with an unseen, but seemingly familiar look.
What kind of person is Lu Xin?
Obviously Lu Bixing was curious where Lin Jingheng grew up, and he offered to take a look himself, but at this moment, he suddenly came close to his hometown, and couldn't ask this sentence stuck in his throat.
The house is not open to tourists. There is a glass door at the door. You can only glance from the outside. Zhan Lu, who temporarily took over the entire residence, opened the glass door for them.
The furnishings are as clean as ever.
On the high-backed sofa, the owner seemed to be sitting on it, hearing the footsteps standing up and looking around.
Turbulent memories pushed open the door that had been sealed for decades, almost drowning Lin Jingheng, and the passage of time and space made him feel an unbearable dizziness.
Lu Bixing heard Lin Jingheng exhale for a long time. Lin Jingheng turned around suddenly at the door, as if he wanted to turn around and left, but he still didn't leave, he just stood there with his back to the glass door.
Lu Bixing did not urge him to stand with him silently, his eyes fell on the rows of trees at the gate of the courtyard. At first, he felt that the crowns of the trees were like dogs, and he did not understand what the avant-garde art expressed. It was found that the row of dogs that had walked across the same branches turned out to be in the shape of letters: "What ... home? Lu and ..."
"Mueller, the first letter of 'Mueller'." Lin Jingheng said, "Her surname is 'Mueller'."
Lu Bixing was slightly shocked.
"Lu and Mueller House" on the canopy.
"Home of General Lin and Engineer 001" on wooden sign.
Lu Bixing looked intricately at the row of unsightly trees. I didn't know what Lin Jingheng felt when he first saw the wooden sign in his house.
Lin Jingheng seemed to see what he was thinking, and then said, "I'm glad you didn't inherit his aesthetic."
Lu Bixing heard his heartbeat, echoing in the empty mansion in the watery night.
The stone statue on the central square of Galaxy City seemed to have come alive, and looked at him from a distance through nearly a hundred light years.
"I was picked up by me when I was less than ten years old," said Lin Jingheng. "I came here for the first time, and I was not familiar with Lu Xin. I was very confused and resisted. He was dragged away, and kept his head down, and walked away. When I got here, I found a little grimace on the floor ... still. "
The aisle at the main entrance was covered with snow-white stone bricks, which looked concise and serious. Lu Bixing followed Lin Jingheng's gaze and saw that one of the stone bricks really had a cartoon grimace. The bricks were also special and completely different from the style of the entire building. take.
"I was startled and looked up at him, and he made the same grimace at me." Lin Jingheng reached out and slowly stroked the railing in the hall, "Let's go in."
Inside the house, for Lu Bixing, he was a little familiar.
When Lin Jingheng was a teenager, there were several videos taken in this house. Those pictures were deeply engraved in his mind, and it was easy to match the numbers.
Lu Bixing touched the piano in the corner of the living room and touched a thin layer of gray: "Who is this? Who of them likes musical instruments?"
"No one likes it, no one has ever played it," Lin Jingheng said, "that's for me."
Lu Bixing: "..."
Almost got my hands on the piano cover.
"The children of the Alliance are between the ages of six and ten, and receive elementary education in several stages. After that, they can have a few years to experience various professions, and then determine their future direction between the ages of ten and twenty. Lu Xin took me When I took it, I just ended primary education, and he whimsically designed many kinds of futures for me. This is nothing, and it is even more outrageous. "
Lu Bixing looked at the simple and thick piano, and imagined that Lin Jingheng was not in the army, but was playing classical music under the dome in a gown. Suddenly he wanted to be right, and hurriedly crawled back to his solemn thoughts. He coughed: "I I thought he would train you to Ulan College. "
"No," Lin Jingheng was silent for a while. "Except for sending me a toy-like simulated mech, he did not recommend Ulan College. I signed on my own back."
Lu Bixing lowered his eyes and looked at the piano, which was quite out of place with the whole family. Suddenly he felt something through this thing.
Lu Xin, who regained the eighth galaxy, followed by hundreds of millions of people, sang Lu Xin to Taiwanese opera for his commitment, dedication, and management committee, holding the "forbidden fruit" system, but did not add his name to his death. Lu Xin ...
When Lu Xin took the sensitive little boy from Woolf, he never thought of what he should bear.
Lu Bixing thought that Lu Xin was probably a natural guardian. On the cusp of the wind, he wanted to take everything on his shoulders and build his home in the central area of ​​the alliance. He loved the alliance as much as he loved his own home, not like himself, passively. Responsible for being pressed on the body, after many setbacks, I found the correct posture to get along with the world.
"That's Lu Xin's seat," Lin Jingheng's voice reminded him, Lu Bixing looked up, saw Lin Jingheng pointing to a single sofa and said, "When there is a guest, he sits there like a dog, guest. When he left, he tilted his feet up and put them on the table next to him.
"Lu Xin sometimes takes me by my side, because my aunt has a lot of academic exchange activities, often travelling, and I'm afraid that no one will take care of me at home ... Actually, it is not necessary. At that time, I was not young, and I could basically take care of myself. Besides, there was an electronic butler. There is also the Garden of Eden. I have nothing at home and I don't necessarily need to take care of it. "
"How could you be here alone," Lu Bixing thought, "feeding the feelings of the world apart and crushing them to you, I'm afraid you won't open your mouth."
Unlike Lin Jingheng, who is resident in the Silver Fortress, Lu Xin is just as addicted to going home. As long as he has the opportunity, he will go home even if he only has time to go home to sleep. The whole world is his stage, but rest elsewhere is dozing off, and only when you return here can there be true sleep.
Lin Jingheng lived upstairs at that time, and the stairs were very familiar to Lu Bixing-on his tenth birthday, Lu Xin sent him a simulated mech, and at that time recorded an image, and the people on the video ran all the way from here.
Lu must walk in the stairwell and suddenly asked, "Lu ... is he about as tall as me?"
Lin Jingheng didn't understand what he was asking, and raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Huh?"
"……It's nothing."
The perspectives perfectly overlap, so familiar that Lu Bixing feels like he is revisiting the same place.
The penultimate staircase is shorter than other stairs, and Lu Bixing subconsciously took the same step as the man carrying the simulated mech, taking two steps.
The moment he jumped up, it was as if an invisible soul passed him by.
There are many photo frames on the wall of the stairwell. Generally, people will hang decorative pictures, but here are full of various photos. Family, friends ... The owner of the house is full of emotions.
Lu Bixing's footsteps, he saw a familiar person around the corner-a one-eyed eagle with squints.
The young one-eyed eagle was nothing like the old arms dealer later. He was a little fatter, and he was not very particular about his clothes. He wore an unfitted ragged shirt, half of his buttons, and his hair seemed to have not been combed for hundreds of years. , Dry and frizzy, still blasting everywhere, without any temperament, the fist extended and Lu Xin pressed together, grinning to reveal a large white teeth, smiling a little bit indifferently at the camera.
The eyes seemed to glow.
"Why are you so good to me?" Lu Bixing thought.
"Lu Xin fell from the sky that year and lit a bonfire for the entire eighth galaxy," Lin Jingheng glanced down his eyes. "At that time, the one-eyed eagle and Chief Edward's relationship with him was difficult for others to appreciate."
"Does he make them feel that the Alliance has not abandoned the eighth galaxy?"
"In the eyes of the eighth galaxy, Lu Xin is the alliance and the declaration of freedom," said Lin Jingheng. "It was the declaration of freedom that pulled them out of the abyss of the rainbow virus and defeated Prince Gloria ’s tyranny. For the first time, Lu Xin let them I feel that I can still have another way of living, personally. "
Lu Bixing shrugged: "The Alliance has destroyed the Great Wall."
"The Alliance has repeatedly disappointed the eighth galaxy. Thirty years later, the bonfire that Lu Xin once ignited turned to ashes," said Lin Jingheng. "The person who lit the fire a second time was you."
Lu Bixing trembled, turned back, and met Lin Jingheng's gaze.
And that look seems different from usual, in this special place, it has a strange resonance with the entire house. Look at him with Lu Xin and the one-eyed eagle in the photo ... this inverse who once wanted to get rid of the Declaration of Freedom.
Lu Bixing's throat seemed to be choked by something, unable to speak for a moment.
"He should be proud of you," Lin Jingheng said, "even if you don't recognize him ... if the old Persian cat went too hastily, in fact it should be he who introduced Lu Xin to you. If so, you probably accept it too It will be easier. "
"You two feel that you can do everything, and they can take care of me one by one when they fall down, so they don't tell me anything," Lu Bixing bounced on the one-eyed eagle's forehead in the photo, and his eyes suddenly became hot. Why, did the cowhide leak? "
Lin Jingheng: "... we were wrong."
Lu Bixing raised a finger at him and interrupted him: "It's late."
Lin Jingheng's mouth moved slightly, a little helpless.
Lu Bixing let him pass, turned around and walked upstairs, took a few steps, and suddenly turned back from a high place, pretending to be vicious: "What's the use of an apology, compensation? You remember when you left for the seventh galaxy, Did you promise me anything before you left? "
Lin Jingheng froze.
"As long as you say you do n’t go home, you have to let me do as long as you want. You will be as good as you want me to be," Lu Bixing said loudly without hesitation. , Commander, do you want to hang on? "
In the picture frame, Lu Xin, large and small, looked at them together with admiration or stun, their eyes were as real as they were.
Lin Jingheng's ears made the "Luxin Lu" look hot: "That's what you want to say, when will I agree!"
Lu Bi ignored him and ran up briskly.
Votor's long night was about to come to an end, a little white fish belly rose from a distance, and greeted the high loft.
The painting style of the attic was a bit abrupt, and was painted with a layer of candy-colored paint. Lu Bixing took a curious look and pushed open the door of the attic--
It's still empty with no furniture, but there are many small doors and wooden pipes, which can be seen as the prototype of a children's playground.
"He designed it himself, I remember ..." Lin Jingheng followed the wall and knocked along the wall, and found a small door hidden in the wall at the bottom. He reached out and pushed open, and there was a passage inside. "There is a slide that can slide from the attic all the way to the first floor."
With a move in Lu Bixing's heart, an answer seemed to be forthcoming: "This is ..."
"This is for you who were not born then."
"This is his most proud design. After finishing himself, I slipped back and forth a few times. Everyone in this house used to look forward to your birth like waiting for the festival." Lin Jingheng said softly, "Do you want to try?" Give it a try? "