It was a silence ceremony, and Lu Biling saw the funeral of the interstellar wanderer for the first time.

There are no graves, no chants, no bodies, and naturally no bodies say goodbye.

The white candles with thumb-high standing in a row, and if someone's name is posted, even if they are standing here for someone, Fat Sister lit them one by one, and then the candles face to face, and the people stood silently, and the candles were burned silently, burned, even if they said goodbye, they would go together and ended this hasty fate.

People living in this base have unknown origins, no identity in their lives, no deeds worthy of praise, and struggle to live for more than a hundred years, just like a tiny star in the "Desert of Death", coming from collisions, and then being wiped out in collisions, coming and going back and forth in time, without a trace.

Bai Yinjiu changed shifts, and the transporter's small mecha ran back and forth, overflowing with turbid heat waves. The energy tower was tilted to the other side. The air at the base was unevenly heated and began to flow slowly, forming a melodious evening breeze. When the evening breeze passed, the candles were extinguished one after another, and the small notes with names were also rolled into the sky, flying scattered into the narrow houses and alleys, disappearing.

Then dinner began.

Bai Yinjiu, who had just returned from the mecha, was as familiar as their guard captain. He smelled the smell and naturally mingled in it, eating and drinking freely.

Fat Sister poured Lu Bixing a cup of homemade ale, which was not filtered very cleanly, and the taste was pretty good. He shook the wine glass, walked to the side of Zhou Saturday, and patted Zhou Saturday's shoulder.

On Saturday, Lin Jingheng was thrown into the remote patrol team and tortured to survive and die. His baby face was lost. His face, which had been stranded in the teenage stage for twenty years, developed a second time and developed outlines, and he became a human.

"Prince Kelly died like this." Zhou Shuyi lowered his head and stomped his feet hard, as if confirming that he had indeed come down from the mecha. "It's like a dream... What about the future? Will the pirates send others?"

Lu Bixing said: "It's hard to say, it depends on how the dysfunction will be laid out in the eighth galaxy, or whether Aresfon is an important figure in their place."

"However," said Saturday, "No one will come to the Eighth Galaxy except Aresfon, who is not good for oneself, right? Even the pirates know there is nothing here."

Lu Bixing thought about it and asked again: "The base coordinates are not safe, and a group of elderly, weak, sick and disabled people live here. What are your plans?"

On Saturday, when I heard this, my shoulders collapsed, my two shoulder blades were supported, and a scattered arc was bent in the middle, and I said weakly: "Teacher Lu, when you opened a school, the rate of failure every year must have been very high, right?"

Teacher Lu’s school failure rate is indeed very high, but he doesn’t think it’s his own problem.

"You are too demanding. Now I'm asking what I have plans..." Saturday stared at the ground, his eyes straightened, and murmured, "I want to lie down on the sky and the earth, dig out my brain and put it aside, and think about nothing. I escaped from death once and used up all my strength."

Lu Bixing knew what he was and was keen on, and he immediately stopped asking. He sat side by side with him in a daze, digging out his brain and putting it on his knees, emptying his head, watching the energy tower sink into the sky.

After drinking several large boxes of ale wine brought by Fat Sister and the others, the pain gradually melted and began to become noisy. Some were talking to themselves, some were gathered together and shouting loudly. Who wouldn't know who they scolded? Anyway, they were flying all over the sky, with rhythm and rhythm, like a chorus.

"Sister Foucault said just now that we will still call the 'Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force' in the future, and the name of the administrative building doesn't need to be changed." Saturday, under the noisy background, suddenly said without a village or a shop. His tongue was a little big. "I remember when I first formed the Self-Defense Force, I felt that I had chosen my fate, and I was full of bold words. It was all your fools... Now I realized that I was fooled, and I was pushed and shoved by fate, and I was inexplicably here. I just sat here, and I felt like I had lost my memory. Suddenly I couldn't remember how I drove my mecha to the battlefield, how I picked up guns and bombarded others. I thought the person sitting next to me was on vacation..."

He choked and vaguely with the word "off" and Lu Bixing reacted half a beat and glanced at him.

"I thought..." Zhou Liu's facial features were curled up, shook his head and stretched hard for a while. Before he could unfold, he let it go. Holding half of the meat skewers that he had not had time to chew, Zhou Liu's throat made a whimper like a beast whine without warning, and a line of nosebleed. He accidentally reached out and wiped himself into a big, bloody face.

No one heard his sob, and everyone was venting, as if it was today or tomorrow.

Lu Bixing stood up quietly, rubbed the side and walked through the crowd, and went to the mecha main control room.

Lin Jingheng did not leave the main control room. Perhaps because he was not so noisy, he pulled down the sound insulation layer on the window door, turned off the lights, and played the whole battle with a 360-degree screen, like a reviewer, with an electronic pen clamped at his fingertips.

From the day before yesterday to now, Lin Jingheng has not closed his eyes for nearly forty hours. He has worked hard and overloaded his mental power. He is probably really tired. As soon as the elevator door opened, Lu Bixing saw the electronic pen clamped on his fingertips fall to the ground.

Lin Jingheng reacted with a sudden sensation and said "tsk". There was no one around now. He was too lazy to bend over, stretched his legs, hooked the electronic pen that was rolling away with his feet, and rolled his toes into the palm of his hand that was hanging beside him.

Lu Bixing spoke: "Good ball, three-pointer!"

Lin Jingheng was yelled by his throat, and it seemed that more than two hundred bones had grown out of thin air. In an instant, he returned from a semi-paralyzing state to sitting upright. With a straight attitude, he could directly shoot promotional posters. Lu Bixing thought that he had stepped on General Lin's tail thousands of miles away. He immediately even his steps became much softer and walked along the crack of the floor. He placed a handful of steaming barbecue in front of Lin Jingheng. Lin Jingheng must have just eaten nutritional cream and the wrapping paper was still there.

Lu Bixing: "I used to eat nutritional cream, but now I suddenly feel that this thing can be selected as one of the top ten anti-human inventions."

Nutritional cream is usually only a piece the size of a palm, with a texture that is a little harder than jelly and melts quickly in it. Normal adults stuff it in a whole, similar to drinking a glass of water, and basically won’t feel full, but it will quickly transport nutrients to all parts of the human body, with a very high utilization rate. At the same time, it contains a special substance that will stimulate the brain and make people lose interest in food for a period of time - although it is not full, it will not greedy when you see the food.

This thing can greatly reduce the digestive time after meals. You can participate in the 10-kilometer weight-bearing run just after five minutes. There will be no risk of damaging the digestive system. It can also suppress snacks after meals, which is anti-human health.

The healthy Lin Jingheng glanced at the pork belly that Heng Chen was in front of him. It was indeed not touched. He waved his hand to Lu Bixing and signaled him to take it away.

"I heard that the canteen of your Silver Fortress only provides nutritional cream every day?"

"What's wrong with nutritional cream?" Lin Jingheng ignored his eyes and took his eyes back on the notes at hand. "The nutritional cream of the Silver Fortress is very expensive, not cheaper than hiring a bunch of five-star chefs. The nutritional indicators are personalized according to the soldiers' physical condition, and save time."

Lu Bixing asked strangely: "Waste time appropriately helps improve the texture of life, so why save it?"

Lin Jingheng raised his eyes: "Save it to think with your stomach if you are full."

Lu Bixing was already accustomed to his style. He was sarcastic and did not take it to his heart. He picked up a burnt and fragrant barbecue kebab and took down the mushrooms that were being sent to the line between the meat strips and ate them one by one: "When I was a child, I lived on Kailaixing. There was a warehouse next to it, which contained Lao Lu's goods. The place was very large. It was said that I wanted to keep it for a garden, but Lao Lu refused, so he specially cut out a piece of place and built a farm building, with various dishes on the level. Have you ever seen a farm?"

Votto is known as the most beautiful garden expo in the world. Every tree is a work of art and does not plant fruits and vegetables. Master Lin, who grew up in Votto, was very despised and sneered when he heard the interests of the one-eyed eagle. He thought to himself: This old Persian cat is probably a species of pastoral cats.

"There is a sensor next to each plant, and there is a scale that will change color. The full grid turns red and lights will turn on, which means that a certain part of this plant has grown to the best taste. Scan it with a personal terminal and you can see many places with red lights. Every time you go in, it's like a treasure hunt game. You can pick it off and let the robot make it to eat... My favorite is the barbecue table in the mushroom garden."

Lin Jingheng's eyes were on the notes, not responding, as if he was just listening to his words as the background sound. However, this person kept chattering in his ears, but his face was rarely peaceful and he had no intention of impatientness.

Lu Bixing said: "When there is no war in the future, I will build another college and leave an open space in the backyard to build an indoor farm, so as to make it like a maze."

Lin Jingheng drew a circle on the word "arms". After hearing Lu Bixing's lofty ambition, he thought to himself: "You are really childlike."

"But at that time, the health was not very good and the diet was restricted. Lao Lu didn't let me go. I couldn't stand it. When it was too snowing, he took me in to roast mushrooms. Kailai was different from Beijing Star. It was not that long winter. Especially when we lived, we only had two seasons of dry rain. The rainy season was particularly rare. The temperature was relatively high in the rainy season. It snowed three times in 20 years. For me, it was a particularly big surprise - does it snow on Woto?"

Lin Jingheng: “……Um.”

The snow in Woto is controlled manually. The rainfall in Ulan College once a week during the summer season, and in the winter season, snowfall is organized every twenty days. The snowfall day will usher in a half-day holiday and a dozen homework. In Lin Jingheng's impression, it is always associated with the sleepy library.

He took out Lu Bixing's words and thought for a moment, and his heart gently hanged. Because the one-eyed eagle is not a rational parent, it is basically a kind of thing that can be accepted by him after drinking too much. What kind of life did Lu Bixing live when he was a child?

"Ah yes," Lu Bixing remembered something, "I know that you Ulan Academy are step by step and everything is accurate to seconds. It's boring... Alas, this is really tender."

He bit off a beef ball in one bite, and with a "crunch", the gravy almost overflowed, which made Lu Bixing cry almost fall. The strong fragrance spread in the main control room of the mecha. On the three-dimensional screen next to it, Prince Kelly's dead ghost team seemed to be slowed down by this incompatible fragrance. Lin Jingheng's eyes twitched, and he couldn't read the notes: "Isn't in good health?"

"When I was a kid!" Lu Bixing emphasized while being scalded and gasping, his tone was anxious like a liar who promoted counterfeit and shoddy products. "Now your health is good. Go to bed early and get up early, exercise regularly, and stay in a weightless environment in space for a year and a half is nothing. You don't have to worry about this."

Lin Jingheng was about to nod, but suddenly he felt something was wrong with his words: "What am I worried about?"

Lu Bixing held half of the meatball in his mouth, looked at him shyly and obscenely and smiled, and said, "It's nothing."

The blue veins on Lin Jingheng's forehead meant to jump on the spot. Lu Bixing quickly said, "You asked first! Hey, why did you put down your face again? I don't get out... Why did you ask me to get out as soon as you came? General, I found out why you are so angry and embarrassed? I divided you a bunch of meatballs."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

"Especially with me," Lu Bixing said happily, "I have observed that you and others have no symptoms. Why are you so special to me?"

Lin Jingheng was still shocked that he had "only eat mushrooms once on snowy days". He couldn't say the ugly words. Lu Bixing's shameless sentence made him unable to answer, so he had to pick up a meatball angrily, occupy his mouth, and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Lin Jingheng is different from the one-eyed eagle. His precision, calmness and reliability are at heart. He has been in charge of the Silver Fortress for a long time and has a strong sense of authority. He feels like an adult than anyone around Lu Bixing, especially his vague sense of indulgence, which has aroused the habit of a naughty child that Lu Bixing has suppressed for a long time. The more he doesn't like to pay attention to him, the more he wants to tease him.

Lin Jingheng had a little extra supper for no reason, and was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting. There was no way, so he secretly sent a live broadcast to the one-eyed eagle's personal terminal, attracting the old Persian cat to rescue him, and his ears were cleaned for a moment. The next morning, he took Bai Yinjiu and a group of little hooligans to run away before dawn, left Tulan down to the guard base, and went to track the remnants of Prince Kelly's guards himself.

As the saying goes, "A wise man will have a mistake in a thousand worries." Lin Jingheng was stunned and left Tulan, the best man in the Ten Silver Guards, to Lu Bixing.
Chapter completed!