After Lu Bixing returned to the Eighth Galaxy, he asked the soothing agent No. 6 to take the blame, so he took a day off.

But everyone forced him to rest for a night, and soon he couldn't help but bombard the chief with various information.

There are too many facts that must be done when waiting for landing - it is urgent. He has to arrange the Ten Silver Guards. This is a major adjustment to the military defense system. It is definitely not something that the chief officer can do just by signing a letter of appointment.

At the same time, he had to immediately evaluate the external situation and then make adjustments to various strategies and future development plans within the galaxy. The Rose Heart had an unexpected contact with the Alliance Army, and advanced the expected eighth galaxy with the outside world by at least fifty years, and a lot of work would be overturned and started again.

Compared with these, news such as "The Interstellar Expedition has made significant progress in natural wormhole technology" and "General Lu is actually General Lu Xin's posthumous son", which is usually worthy of fuss about the entire galaxy, have been squeezed into the gossip entertainment section.

As for Lin Jingheng, he was locked in a space prison for sixteen years, and even the Ten Silver Guards around him gathered hastily, changing the world, and many things need to be made up for, and many people need to get familiar with them again.

But no matter where he goes, he will come back on time in the evening.

On the first day, Lin Jingheng went out to see Tulan. The sky was just getting dark, and Lu Bixing began to be unable to read any words. Soon, the discomfort quickly became physiological. He seemed to swallow a piece of lead in his stomach, which was blocked hard and hard, constantly squeezing the surrounding internal organs. Lu Bixing couldn't help it, avoided the sensitive home medical cabin, and secretly ran to the bathroom to vomit. He ordered Zhan Lu, who liked to complain, not to talk too much, until Lin Jingheng came back, but it was relieved slightly.

At night, he kept tossing and turning, like a wealthy slave, thinking back and forth about what Lin Jingheng said to him hundreds of times, and at the same time he considered what he wanted to ask hundreds of times. Unexpectedly, he underestimated the cunning level of someone. Lin Jingheng gave him an answer similar to this-

"Why are you on an unknown planet in the Sixth Galaxy?"

"Someone took away my eco-cabin at the explosion site."

"who?"

"Pirates of the Liberty Legion."

"Why were the people from the Pirates' Free Legion there at that time? Why did you 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 sixteen years deep underground, 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 did not want to see were turned into things that he had to fight wits and courage every day, and only indirectly could he get more words.

Lu Bixing also found that Lin Jingheng's daily time to go home was fixed. No matter where he went or what he did, even if he left Qi Mingxing and went to the alien world, he would come back on time.

The space battlefield changes rapidly, and the commander's grasp of time will affect the direction of the battle situation. Lin Jingheng is even more a person who can accurately exert accuracy to the extreme. Therefore, General Lin's "punctuality" is accurate to the second. No matter whether Lu Bixing is at home or not, every day, the moment he opens the door lock, the three antique clocks used to decorate the living room are in the same position. If not, it is generally a problem with the clock - Lin Jingheng and the eighth galaxy on the personal terminal are synchronized.

It's like a violin-playing villain who tells the hour of the clock.

Within a week, Lu Bixing felt that he had become Pavlov's dog and was about to be trained out. When every day approaching that mysterious time, half a minute in advance, the "click" sound of the hand will become particularly obvious. His heartbeat will involuntarily accelerate, and sometimes he will have some difficulty breathing. At this time, he can't hear anything else when he tells him, and then count down the second to end, the sound of Zhanlu's regular alarm ring will be heard at the door: "Welcome back, sir."

At the beginning, Lu Bixing often couldn't sleep well at night, and his sleep time was short, and he was often awakened for no reason two or three times a night. Lin Jingheng once discovered it, so he grabbed his finger and put it on himself.

Biochips will strengthen people's five senses. Even in the dark night, Lu Bixing can see clearly. The person you meet with your fingertips will pull him into a nightmare, and then you can see the person's quiet side face as soon as you open your eyes. Sometimes he will hold his breath and stare at Lin Jingheng for a long time, thinking nothing in his heart.

Waking up in the middle of the night suddenly became a not-so-painful thing.

However, Lin Jingheng would not always be with him in the bed. Sometimes he stretched out his hand and touched the air, but the remaining warmth was still there. At this time, he would often hear birds crying outside the window, which means it was almost dawn, but it was still early, so he could close his eyes and rest for a while... If the quilt became cold, it would usually be that he was almost late.

Lin Jingheng used his extremely strong sense of rhythm and used his time to nail a wedge to Lu Bixing, who had been dark for more than ten years.

For humans, migratory birds, and animals that migrate at a fixed time, the biological clock has a hidden and strange power. It is like the flowing water spreading everywhere will naturally flow down the river. If a person's sense of rhythm is firm and strong enough, the horizontal and vertical markings on the ground will involuntarily affect other people.

One day, before six o'clock in the morning, the Galaxy City Command suddenly called the general manager because of an emergency document. Lu Bixing called the phone meeting until the second half of the night before, and slept very late. He forced himself to get up, cleaned himself up in a daze, pulled open the wardrobe, and took out two sets of shirts and trousers. Without any consciousness, he folded one of them and placed it on the bedside.

After halfway through the tie, Lu Bixing woke up. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the shirt neatly placed on the empty bedside with an unknown look. He was stunned for a long time.

At this time, Lin Jingheng, who had returned from morning exercise, just pushed the door and came in. Seeing him sitting blankly by the bed, he reached out and pressed his forehead heavily, rubbed his hair, and then picked up the clothes on the bedside and went into the bathroom.

One of them did not wake up, the other was sweating all over. They passed by quickly and did not talk, but suddenly it was so real.

Lu Bixing heard the sound of water, and then he slowly touched the head of the bed where he had just put his clothes, as if he had confirmed that the thing he had just put was taken away. Then he bent down and sniffed the breath on the pillow deeply. Lu Bixing woke up as if he was dreaming and thought: "He is really back."

Before Lin Jingheng could dry his hair, the bathroom door was suddenly opened from outside. Then, Lu Bixing grabbed his waist and pressed him against the wall stained with water vapor without saying a word. The brute force imparted by the biochip was a bit too much, but Lin Jingheng did not resist, but just looked at 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, just like sparks suddenly jumping in the darkness.

Lu Bixing asked: "You went to Rose Heart that day, but it was not because of the conflict between the alliance and the pirates, right? You want to come back, right... Why are you coming back?"

He just traced back to whom the Liberty Legion was yesterday. Through clues, he felt that the master of the Liberty Legion was probably very close to Lin Jingheng. Today, he should have continued to ask about this topic, but suddenly he disrupted the order.

"Yes, it's a coincidence. I didn't realize something was wrong when I was about to come-the second question," Lin Jingheng paused, and then he said, "you."

Before the ending sound was completely landed, a kiss fell down. At first, it was reserved and tentative, and then it quickly couldn't help but become arrogant. After going too far, it felt a little pain when it was tossing and turning, and it was like scraping on the tip of the heart. The abundant water vapor in the bathroom quickly condensed on the wall, wetting the clean and straight cuffs of the always-long. The temperature rose suddenly. Lin Jingheng gently patted his stiff and tense back, feeling the silent sixteen years that could not be said or cried.

At this moment, Zhan Lu's voice suddenly rang: "Principal Lu, the Galaxy City Base called again and asked if you have already set out and how long will it take to arrive?"

Lu must-win: "…"

He seemed to want to swear words, but he was very leveraged and could not be called for it for a while.

Zhanlu asked "understandably": "Do you need me to push you for two hours?"

In a family, there are no elderly, weak, sick and disabled people who cannot take care of themselves. Why do two old and young men need an electronic butler with such a high level of intelligence?

Isn’t a multi-functional housework robot enough?

Repairing Zhanlu's spiritual network and restoring his mecha nuclear function will probably be mentioned on the agenda.

The entire Galaxy City was so busy that it was dark.

Just Thomas Yang was heartless and happy.

Since the formal appointment has not yet been released, the confidential military industry and technology cannot be watched at will, but the public museum near Galaxy City has been enough to make him linger.

The museum is actually not a popular science base, it was built to commemorate the civil war. But for a senior mecha engineer, just walking around the eight-galaxy mecha, they can roughly estimate their depth, let alone real war image data.

The Engineering Department sent a young man to be his tour guide, named "White". He was a thin and small person with a very active mind. He had a sense of meeting Thomas Yang.

Thomas Yang praised him: "If you were in the First Galaxy, your level would be enough to get an outstanding graduate from Ulan College."

White said indifferently: "Didn't it mean that the outstanding graduates of Ulan College have to compete with their father? My dad can't do it, but the school I went to is the best in the Eighth Galaxy."

Thomas Young asked curiously: "What is the best school in the Eighth Galaxy?"

"Xinghai College," White straightened his chest, "The principal is President Lu, the first laboratory system is Zhan Lu, and the first school director is General Lin."

Thomas Yang started nodding repeatedly, and when he heard the last one, he couldn't help but be surprised: "This... the financial situation of your school... sounds not very affordable."

White waved his hand: "The Eighth Galaxy is not just poor, it's just a little better in recent years - Captain of the Third Guard, you should be interested in the things ahead, some new technologies displayed in the Civil War, of course, only civilians are exhibited."

Thomas Young looked over like this and was amazed: "When others fight, civilization will regress. Do you have any results?"

"The situation is so strong," said White. "Mr. Lu said that the most unique resource of the Eighth Galaxy is that there are many natural planets. In so many years and so difficult times, everyone is working hard to maintain the planetary ecology. If it is really destroyed in our hands, it will be sinners after 100,000 years after death. At that time, the Engineering Department was the direct descendant of General Lu. Before these people were picked in, they were responsible for maintaining the major artificial bases and natural planets. They all understood what he meant, and the 'distance mechanism of distant planets' were driven out day and night at that time."

Thomas Young said: "It's only been more than ten years."

More than ten years ago, people outside mocked anyone who was not good at it. For example, when they were illiterate, the Eighth Galaxy would always be pulled out and slipped around. More than ten years later, the best mecha engineer in the Silver Third Guard looked up at the feet of the Eighth Galaxy.

"Since the 19th century, many great changes have not even taken ten years," White said calmly, "we are just struggling to live on our own acre of three parts."

The museum is not big, and soon it reached its head. White said: "Captain Yang Guard, it's very pleasant to chat with you. You are the second Silver Ten Guard Captain I know, and you are even more in love than General Tulan."

"What are you good at getting along with Tulan? Be careful of Zhen/Fuck you," Thomas Yang seriously touched his colleagues, "Another day, there is nothing to know about. Baiyin one is fake, Baiyin four is a general's brainless fan, he will flatter him all day long, Baiyin six seems to not exist, and his sense of existence is about zero. Every time he nods at a meeting, he has to miss them in the first round. Baiyin ten is a bunch of bastards. As for Baiyin nine, like their boss, they are not good people... You know that Tulan's lustful person actually told me that our general and General Lu have a legacy - our general... Hahaha, the alliance was first/cold, what did you think?"

White didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Thomas Young asked White: "By the way, do you want to meet Dr. Harden, the first owner of the Alliance White Tower? We general didn't know where to pick it up. We are an old man who loves personal chat."

White's eyes lit up: "Is it OK? In our first lesson at school, Mr. Lu talked about Eden."

Thomas Young: "He is discharged from the hospital today and leave!"

Because Dr. Harden is too old, after a long interstellar journey, he stayed in the hospital for more than half a month. He was just taken by Lin Jingheng to the residence arranged by the Eighth Galaxy. When Lin Jingheng had a good attitude, Dr. Harden had the illusion that he was "a weasel greeted the chicken with New Year's greetings", and always felt that he had something to ask for or was ill-behaved.
Chapter completed!