Lu Bixing couldn't find Beidi and looked at Lin Jingheng, saying in a sleepwalking manner: "If you ask you to kiss me, just kiss me... I must be not very awake."

Lin Jingheng stepped a little away, gently attached his hand to his head, and touched his hair as he wished. It turned out that the hair was just natural curly, not as soft as it looked, a little cool, only with body temperature stained at the roots of the hair. Lin Jingheng is a person who hates physical contact with others, and does not know how to control the strength of "stroking". His fingertips were calloused, because he was too careful and very light, like a breeze lifting his scalp, Lu Bixing shivered for a moment, and the nerve endings hidden in the dermis seemed to have broken out of the ground. He was too sensitive, and his body that had just woken up lacked self-control and immediately had some uncivilized reactions.

Lu Bixing shook his legs in a panic in the darkness. His movements were too fast, almost producing the effect of "sweeping the legs" in the ancient legend. In such a small space, Lin Jingheng staggered. Lin Jingheng reached out to support him, and pressed him to death. Lu Bixing obviously took a breath and bounced up like a shrimp. He bent over and picked up the empty gift box next to him, shrinking into a ball, and didn't dare to breathe for a long time.

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Lu Bixing's face was exposed to the faint light of the crystal ball, and it went from his neck to his ears.

General Lin - Although he is used to pretending to be a slut, he is with Tulan and others all day long. He has heard more dirty jokes than Principal Lu has ever eaten. No matter how he "gets out of the mud and is not stained", he is still so pure that he immediately recalls the taste. He retracts his hand awkwardly and says dryly: "The bathroom is over there."

Lu Bixing collapsed and said, "Stop talking."

The two of them looked at each other in a large white ribbon box.

Lin Jingheng is not a person who is good at chatting and adjusting the atmosphere. If he is not allowed to speak rudely, he will basically not be able to speak. At this time, he scrapes his stomach and looks around for a while, trying to chat without saying anything: "Uh... where did the refrigerator ball on the crystal come from?"

"I did it myself...puff..." Lu Bixing said halfway, and then he realized that the other party's nervous slip of the tongue was like a crappy comedian. Before he could shake the bag, he laughed first, "I...hahaha... I made the 'refrigerator ball' myself."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

After a while, he finally couldn't help laughing silently and kicked Lu Bixing in the calf: "Why are you laughing at? I'm shameless?"

Lu Bixing smiled and blushed, shameless and shy, put his elbows on the packaging box on his knees, and stirred his hands into a ball in front of his forehead to block his face. He explained as if he was struggling: "I just woke up, Chen...what is normal physiological phenomenon."

"Good morning, Teacher Lu," Lin Jingheng passed by a brief embarrassment, and his tongue finally became nimble, and he skillfully said, "You get up before the sky is dark, and you are getting more and more diligent. It is a model for being a role model."

Lu Bixing looked at him through his arms and gift box in a concealed manner, his eyes a little thief, as if he was eager to try to play the first hooligan in his life, and he was a curious little bastard.

Lin Jingheng found the cup and wine from the refrigerator, and Lu Bixing quickly said, "I'll just drink plain water, don't bring alcohol."

Lin Jingheng looked down at him, and Lu Bixing, who was curled up on the ground, explained again: "I am just thirsty, don't think wrong."

Lin Jingheng: "Is this trip going smoothly?"

"The Chief Secretary has sealed me a special... Special..." Lu Bixing said this and found that his lust was so ignorant that his brain had been evaporated by the huge surprise just now. He did not recite his title, so he had to go to the personal terminal to flip the records, "Oh, Chairman of the Special Management Committee, you can act as the Chief Secretary in a special period."

Lin Jingheng knew that this trip would not go well as he had forced the general to seek medical treatment in a hurry.

"The Eighth Galaxy," Lu Bixing took the water cup and shrugged. "Many people have to fight to survive just to live and have never been supported, so no one believes that if you extend your hand to him, he will think you have bad intentions and will take out the knife before you 'the dagger'."

Lin Jingheng took a sip of sweet wine, leaned against the wall, and looked at him through the night.

"Take it slow - I don't want to talk to you about the Eighth Galaxy tonight," Lu Bixing raised his head, "General, you may have seen where I grew up so much that you don't want to see again. Where did you grow up?"

Lin Jingheng thought for a while: "Do you want to listen to the tug-of-war between the Central Committee of the Alliance and the seven major galaxies for thirty years, the exploitation and economic aggression between galaxies, or the infighting between major factions within the central government?"

Lu Bixing was so amused and laughed: "Why am I listening to this?"

"You are not that..." Lin Jingheng didn't remember the long title that President Edward invented himself, and stuck it, "Is that backup general? You can preview it in advance."

Lu Bixing found that Lin Jingheng had a remarkable ability. When he described anything, he could find a derogatory term that was closest to the original meaning - in a special period, "Agent Chief" became "Separate Chief". Perhaps because he had just taken advantage of him, General Lin was merciless, but at least he did not say it was "Separate Chief"... Lu Bixing felt that his mouth was aimed at this word at the beginning.

"I am the 'wartime' coordination consultant," Lu Bixing said, "I will not be a good person if I don't fight."

Lin Jingheng asked: "Why?"

"When war, everyone's lives were hit to the bottom, and people's wishes were unprecedentedly consistent, that is, they wanted to be peaceful early and live a good life earlier. I think it is meaningful to do something for everyone at this time. You know that you are improving the living conditions of most people and you are moving in the right direction. But when the war is over and everyone rests for a few years, the society will be like a turbulent river, the clear and turbidity are separated, and the mud and sand are settled, forming a new class and interest group. A politician cannot stand in two camps. If you want to go into politics, you are willing to

It's like you have to represent the interests of one party to attack and plunder the other party at all times. In the end, every hero will become a criminal. I am a childish person and don't like this." Lu Bixing thought about it and added seriously, "I am not only childish, but also very cowardly. I always want to avoid fighting and conflicts, pretending that everything is fine... I know this myself, and I will find ways to improve it in the future, but my nature may not be easy to change. Sometimes I may be angry with you... Well, it doesn't matter if I scold me, but don't be too angry with me."

Lin Jingheng is very irritable for about 365 Woto standard days a year, but he actually knows that a person is full of resentment, but in the final analysis, he just can't shake hands with him. How can 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 covered with cotton wool and he couldn't say a word.

Lu Bixing asked softly: "I don't want to listen to Woto's shitty affairs, I want to listen to your relatives and friends."

Lin Jingheng stayed for a moment.

Lu Bixing added: "Except for the friends of Zhan Lu and Bai Yin Shiwei, in the army, there are always people who can have a drink with you and talk about your thoughts, right?"

Lin Jingheng said "Yes" and was silent for a while: "...a one-eyed eagle like that?"

Lu must-win: "…"

The definition of "friend" is a bit too trendy. Can friendships like a hatred for killing a father and a hatred for taking a wife last forever?

"When I was at Ulan College, I had a good relationship with the school doctor Dr. Lance, and I had a few classmates."

Lin Jingheng said this and suddenly stopped talking. Lu Bixing waited for a long time and found that he was talking like squeezing toothpaste. After half a day, he squeezed out such a sentence. He had to ask himself: "Where is Dr. Lance now? Is there any contact?"

"I've been dead for more than thirty years."

Lu Bixing secretly recorded in his heart - he liked to mingle with older people - and then asked: "What about the classmates? What are they doing now, what kind of people are they?"

"I don't know," Lin Jingheng recalled. All the lights of his entire youth were sucked away by that rainy night, so many things seemed vague. Those years were quite confused. At this time, he suddenly mentioned it and realized that even the so-called "friends" were men or women, tall or short, so he had to say vaguely, "I don't remember them very much."

Lu Bixing asked unwillingly: "Where are the relatives?"

"My mother died very early, her father was an officer, and she didn't live long enough. When he was alive, he didn't go home. I didn't have a deep impression of him. The adoptive father... The one-eyed eagle should have introduced him to you when he was talking bad about me behind his back," Lin Jingheng was unwilling to talk about Lu Xin more in front of Lu Bixing, so he passed by. "I have a sister, twins. When I was a child, we were adopted separately. The contact was interrupted for a while. Later I found out that the person who adopted her was the Eden Management Committee."

When she thought of Lin Jingshu, the shadow in Lin Jingheng's heart that was dispelled by Lu Bixing gathered again: "Jingshu..."

Lu Bixing: "Ah?"

"It's not your student. My sister is also called Jingshu," Lin Jingheng paused, "She is a... a gentle and introverted girl who loves cleanliness and beauty. She rarely cries and always keeps herself very pleasing to the eye. She was a little afraid of insects when she was a child."

Lin Jingshu's image was vague in his heart. When Lin Jingheng recalled her, a very small girl always popped up in his heart, not the famous flower in the alliance.

"I rarely understand what she is thinking. She doesn't say anything when she is happy, and doesn't say anything when she is unhappy. She hides away when she is angry. When she is happy, she will take out the pocket money she has saved for a long time and buy some small things that are bit by bit. But if she asks her why she is happy and why she is angry, she will neither say nor admit it."

Lu Bixing thought to himself: "Birth."

"Later, I rarely went to see her," said Lin Jingheng. "My adoptive father's death is inseparable from the Management Committee. I have stopped her from marrying the Management Committee, but she didn't listen."

Lu Bixing asked: "Are you blaming her?"

"What's her fault for? Actually, it's a good choice. She is naturally weak and looks less energetic than other girls since she was a child. She can be taken care of by someone. She is good at following a dozen bodyguards every day, dancing and shopping and doing charity. The Geden family is also good to her. I'm very grateful to send her to Angel City to take refuge in such a chaotic world." Lin Jingheng drank the remaining half glass of wine and turned the cup twice in his palm. "But I thought at that time... the Management Committee and I will turn against each other one day. It's good for everyone to be cold and distant from me."

Even if you cut off your relationship in the future, it will be more convincing. In this way, no matter who he or the Management Committee has the last laugh, she will be able to have a good life.

Lu Bixing noticed that he said "Okay" but the wrinkles between his eyebrows were not opened, so he teased him and said, "It seems that my dad is the only one who needs to deal with us."

Lin Jingheng was about to speak when the clock in the room rang "ding". Lu Bixing then discovered that there was a small electronic card under the clock, marked with a simple schedule. The "evening break" on the electronic card had turned over and turned into "mental training".

Lu Bixing was shocked and realized that Lin Jingheng's "night break" might include supper and the only quiet time. He just followed him to talk nonsense, and only drank a glass of wine. He quickly stood up: "Am I disturbing you?"

Lin Jingheng didn't say anything polite. He just turned off the clock to report the time with a terminal, turned the electronic card up, and performed what it means to "the king does not go to court early" with practical actions. Unfortunately, Lu Bixing understood him. He would definitely make up for what was delayed now. Without a strict schedule, he would not have the man-machine matching degree that would always be stable at the limit. If he was nostalgic, he had to say goodbye and leave temporarily.

The lights of Galaxy City in the distance were lit. Galaxy City adjacent to the base seemed safe and calm at this time. The place of order was developed in disguise during the plague. The personal terminals of the city were connected together. According to the previous practices in the market, virtual accounting currency was distributed in a small range. They can be obtained through work and transactions and exchanged for some daily necessities. The city is devastated and has been in trouble. It is easy to find work. The materials distributed to residents are combat preparation materials for the Self-Defense Force Base. Galaxy City is rich in environment and resources, and there is no shortage of population. After complete restoration, it should be self-sufficient.

Lu Bixing thought: "It's like a seed that is sprouting."

His body's excitement briefly calmed down, turned into an indelible heat, and melted into his limbs and bones. Lu Bixing swept away the fatigue of the long-distance trip. He felt that he had endless energy and was so excited that he could fly around the sky. So he rushed into the mecha station like a chicken blood, repaired all the docked mechas from beginning to end, but refused to give up. With the accompaniment of Zhan Lu, he broke into the core laboratory and fought against the cryptosystem of the Brutal Society all night.

I just kept walking for twelve hours, and the next day I received a meeting from the director, and found that it was already bright.

Lu Bixing had a pair of huge dark circles, and was as if he was taking drugs.

"To establish order is like bringing countless streams together, introducing them into the mainstream, and returning them to the same direction," the newly appointed wartime coordination consultant talked freely. "It requires a strong gravity to open up the water flow channel, and a river channel that is high enough and has enough capacity. The 'river channel' is productivity, and we rely on the network of relationships between the old members of the Free Alliance Army at that time..."

President Edward asked: "What is gravity?"

"Everyone's need." Lu Bixing said, "is everyone's most urgent desire when they are desperate. Just like when Galaxy City is swallowed by a mutant rainbow virus, everyone wants to survive, for the long term."
Chapter completed!