Chapter 88: A sprouting seed

Lu Bixing looked at Lin Jingheng and said sleepwalking, "I will let you kiss you and kiss me ... I, I must not be sober."
Lin Jingheng stepped back a little, and gently put his hand on his head. He touched his hair as expected. It turned out that the hair was just natural curls. It was not as soft as it looked, a little cold, but only the hair roots were stained. body temperature. Lin Jingheng is a person who hates contact with other people's limbs. He doesn't know how to control the "stroke" strength. His fingertips are cocoon. Because he is too careful, it is very light, like a breeze. After a while, the nerve endings hidden in the dermis seemed to break through the ground collectively, and they were too sensitive, and the body that had just woke up lacked self-control, and immediately produced some uncivilized reactions.
Lu Bixing hurriedly retracted his legs in the blind light of the black light. The action was too fast, which almost produced the "leg sweeping leg" effect in the ancient legend. In such a small space, he just swept Lin Jingheng's puppet, and Lin Jingheng reached out to support him. He pressed it on his thigh so hardly that Lu Bixing took a clear breath, bounced like a live shrimp, and bent around hurriedly to pick up the empty gift box next to him, shrinking into a ball, for a long time he was afraid to breathe .
Lin Jingheng: "..."
Lu Bixing's face was exposed to the faint light of the crystal ball, from the neck to the ears.
General Lin—Although he is usually dressed like a dog, he is always associated with the Turan class. He has probably heard more crickets than President Lu has eaten. No matter how he
sludges without staining
, also Purity was limited, and after a while, he flinched, and said dryly, "the bathroom is over there."
Lu Bixing collapsed and said, "Stop it."
The two were separated by a large white ribbon box, facing each other.
Lin Jingheng is not a person who is good at chatting and regulating the atmosphere. If he is not allowed to speak well, he will not talk much. At this time, he will search the intestines and scratch his stomach and look around for a while, trying to forcefully chat: "Uh ... Crystal Where did you get the bunch of refrigerator balls? "
"I did it myself ... hmm ..." Lu Bi said half of the jargon, only to find the other party's nervous lip error. He was like a lame comedian, and Bao Bao didn't have time to shake it out. He laughed first. "I ... ha Haha ... I made the 'refrigerator ball' myself. "
Lin Jingheng: "..."
After a moment, he finally couldn't help but laughed silently, and kicked Lu Bixing's calf: "What are you laughing, shameless?"
Lu Bixing laughed and blushed, while avoiding his face and shy. His elbows rested on the box on his knees, and his hands shuffled in front of his forehead, blocking his face. He explained as if he was dying: "I just woke up, Morning ... what is a normal physiological phenomenon. "
"Morning, Teacher Lu," Lin Jingheng passed a brief embarrassment, and finally his tongue was sharpened. He wrung skillfully. "You got up before it was dark, and you are more and more diligent. It is really a model for others."
Lu Bixing looked at him secretly from the arms and the slit of the gift box, his eyes were a bit thief, as if he was eager to prepare to play the first hooligan in life, a curious little bitch.
Lin Jingheng found the cup and wine from the refrigerator, and Lu Bixing quickly said, "I just drink white water, don't bring alcohol."
Lin Jingheng glanced down at him, and Lu Bixing, who couldn't get up on the ground, explained it concisely: "I'm thirsty, don't try to crook."
Lin Jingheng: "Does this trip go well?"
"The general manager sealed me a special ... special ..." Lu Bixing said of this, and found that he was dizzy, and his brain had been evaporated by the great surprise of the talent. He did not memorize his title and had to go to the individual. Records in the terminal, "Oh, the chairman of the special management committee, you can act as the president in special times."
As soon as Lin Jingheng heard it, he knew that the trip would not go well, and he had forced the chief to be ill and rush to the doctor.
"The eighth galaxy," Lu Bixing took the cup and shrugged. "Many people have to work hard just to live, they have never been depended on, so no one believes that if you reach out to him, he will think you don't With good intentions, you will come up with a knife before you "see the poor."
Lin Jingheng took a sip of sweet wine, leaned against the wall, and looked at him through the night.
"Take your time-I don't want to talk to you about the eighth galaxy tonight," Lu Bixing looked up. "General, you may have grown up where you grew up and didn't want to see it again. Where did you grow up?"
Lin Jingheng thought for a while: "Do you want to listen to the 30-year tug-of-war between the central and seven major galaxies, the exploitation and economic aggression between the galaxies, or the internal fighting between the major factions within the central?"
Lu Bixing couldn't laugh or cry: "What am I listening to?"
"You're not the one ..." Lin Jingheng didn't remember the long title invented by President Edward himself, and got stuck. "Is there any spare chief? Can you preview it in advance?"
Lu Bixing found that Lin Jingheng had an extraordinary ability. When describing any thing, he could find a derogatory word that was closest to the original meaning-in a special period, "the chief agent" came to his mouth and became "spare chief". Probably because he had just taken advantage of him, General Lin relented, but he didn't say it was "the total length of spare tyres" ... Lu Bixing thought that his mouth started with the word.
"I'm the coordinator of 'wartime,'" Lu Bixing said. "I wouldn't be good without fighting."
Lin Jingheng asked: "Why?"
"When fighting, all people ’s lives were hit into the bottom of the valley. People ’s aspirations were unprecedented. They wanted to be peaceful early and live a good life. I can do something for everyone at this time. I think it makes sense, you know. You are improving the living conditions of most people, and you are heading in the right direction. But when the war subsides and everyone rests for a few years, the society will be like a turbulent river, separated from muddy sediments and settled, forming a new class and Interest groups, a politician cannot always stand in two camps. To be in politics means that he must attack the predatory party on behalf of the interests of one party at all times. In the end, every hero will become a criminal. I am a naive person. I like this. "Lu Bixing thought for a while, and seriously added," I, besides being naive, is very weak. I always want to avoid battles and conflicts, pretending that everything is fine ... I know this myself, I will think of ways to improve in the future, but I am afraid that my nature is not easy to change. Sometimes, it may ignite your fire. You ... alas, it doesn't matter to scold me, but don't be too angry with me. "
There are 365 Voto Standard Days in a year. Lin Jingheng is very irritable for about 360 days, but he actually knows that a person is full of suffocation, in the final analysis, but he ca n’t shake hands with himself. How could he have the face to ask others to change his nature for this?
Lin Jingheng had thousands of words in his heart, but his chest was clogged with cotton wool and he couldn't say a word.
Lu Bixing asked gently, "I don't want to hear about Votto's shit, I want to hear from your relatives and friends."
Lin Jingheng stayed for a while.
Lu Bixing added: "Apart from the friends of Zhan Lu and the Silver Ten Guards, outside of the army, there is always someone who can have a drink with you and talk to you?"
Lin Jingheng said "um" and remained silent for a while: "... like the one-eyed eagle?"
Lu Bixing: "..."
This definition of "friend" is a bit too trendy. It seems that friendships, such as hatred of fathers and hatred of wives, can last forever.
"When I was at Ulan College, I had a good relationship with the doctor Dr. Lance, and I had a few classmates."
When Lin Jingheng said here, he suddenly shut his mouth. Lu Bixing waited for a long time and found that he was talking like squeezing toothpaste. He squeezed out such a sentence for a long time and had to ask himself: "Where is Dr. Lance now? Is there any connection?"
"Dead for more than thirty years."
Lu Bixing secretly recorded in his heart-he loves to mix with older people-and then asked: "What about the classmates? What are they doing now, what kind of person?"
"I don't know," Lin Jingheng recalled, all the light of his whole boyhood was sucked up by that rainy night, so many things seemed blurred, those years were quite muddled, and suddenly mentioned at this time, he only I found that even the so-called "friends" were male or female, tall or short, I could not remember, and had no choice but to say, "I don't remember."
Lu Bixing asked impassively: "What about relatives?"
"My mother died very early, my father was an officer, and he didn't go where he lived long. He didn't go home when he was alive. I was not impressed. The adoptive father ... one-eyed eagle should give you back when he said bad things about me It was introduced, "Lin Jingheng was reluctant to talk about Lu Xin in front of Lu Bixing, so he fluttered around," I have a younger sister and twins. When we were young, we were separated and adopted. The contact was interrupted for a time. Later I learned that Her people are the Eden Management Committee. "
The thought of Lin Jingheng's mind scattered by Lu Bixing reunited again when he thought of Lin Jingxi: "Jingjing ..."
Lu Bixing: "Ah?"
"It's not your student. My sister is also Jing Jing," Lin Jingheng paused. "She's a ... introverted girl who loves to be clean and beautiful, rarely cry, and always packs herself very pleasingly. A little afraid of bugs. "
Lin Jingheng's image was vague in his mind. Lin Jingheng recalled her, and always jumped out a small girl in her heart, not the famous flower of the alliance.
"I rarely understand what she is thinking. She doesn't say when she's happy, doesn't say when she's not happy. She hides from people when she's angry. When she's happy, she takes out a long-term pocket money and buys small things like chickens and dogs. Put it in my room, but if you ask her why she is happy and angry, she will neither say nor admit it. "
Lu Bixing thought to himself: "Born."
"Later I rarely went to see her," Lin Jingheng said, "I ... the death of my adoptive father was inseparable from the management committee, and she wanted to marry the management committee. I once stopped it, but she didn't listen."
Lu Bixing asked: "Are you blaming her?"
"Blamed her for what she did? Actually, it was a good choice. She was inherently weak and she looked less good than other girls. She could be taken care of. She followed a dozen bodyguards every day. It was fine to dance and do charity. The Gordon family told her. It ’s not bad. I can take her to Angel City for refuge in such a troubled world. I ’m grateful.
Lin Jingheng drank the remaining half of the wine, and the glass turned twice in his palm.
But I wanted to ...... The management committee and I are going to turn our heads one day. It's good for everyone to be aloof from me. "
Even if the relationship is cut off in the future, it will be more convincing. In this way, no matter who laughs with the management committee at the end, she can live well.
Lu Bixing noticed that he said "OK" in his mouth, but the folds between his eyebrows had not been opened, so he teased him, "It seems that we only have to deal with my dad alone."
Lin Jingheng was about to speak, and the clock in the house
ding
sounded. Lu Bixing found out that there was a small electronic card under the clock marked with a simple schedule. The
night break
on the electronic card was now Turned over, it became "mental training".
Lu Bixing was horrified and realized that Lin Jingheng's "evening break" probably included dinner and the only quiet time, so he just accompany him and just drank a glass of wine and stood up quickly: "I disturb you ? "
Lin Jingheng didn't say anything kind, just turned off the clock with a terminal, turned the electronic card up, and performed what he called "the king is not early," but unfortunately Lu must know him. Now he will use the delays. When I regained my sleep time, he didn't have a strict schedule, and he would not have the man-machine matching that is always stable at the limit.
The lights of Galactic City in the distance turned on. Galactic City adjacent to the base looked safe and peaceful at this time. It was blessed by disaster during the plague, and the city's personal terminals were connected together, imitating the previous market practice. Virtual accounting currency was issued in a small area, which can be obtained through work and transactions, and exchanged for some living materials. The city is full of devastation, and there is a lot of waste waiting to be done. It is easy to find work. The materials distributed to the residents are the combat preparation materials of the Self-Defense Force base. Galaxy City is rich in environment and resources. .
Lu Bixing thought: "It's like a germinating seed."
The excitement of his body subsided briefly, turning into a lingering heat, melted into his limbs, Lu Bixing swept away the fatigue of long journeys, felt that he had endless strength, and was so excited that he could fly to the sky. In the circle, he rushed into the mech station like a chicken and repaired all the docked mechas from start to finish. He refused to give up, and broke into the core laboratory with Zhanlu's accompaniment. Uttar Pradesh's encryption system died overnight.
After rotating the shaft for twelve hours in this way, I received the general manager's meeting the next day, only to find that the sky was bright.
Lu Bixing hung a pair of huge dark circles, and he had a medicine-like spirit.
"Wanting to establish order is like bringing countless streams together, bringing them into the mainstream, and putting them in one direction," the new wartime co-ordinator advised bluntly. "Need a strong gravitational force to open the flow channel, and enough A river with a high capacity and sufficient capacity. The 'channel' is a productive force, and we rely on the network of the former Free Alliance Alliance's former department ... "
President Edward asked, "What is gravity?"
"Everyone's needs." Lu Bixing said, "It is the most urgent desire of everyone when they are desperate, like when Galaxy City is swallowed by a mutant rainbow virus. Everyone wants to live, Chief."
The general manager hesitated: "Galactic City is currently supported by General Lin's combat preparation supplies, but ... we cannot support the eighth galaxy."