imperfections

"Is she a very gentle person?"

"...very gentle, but with a strong personality. She said everything in class, but she is usually very silent. She is an expert in the theory of interstellar communication," Lin Jingheng said, "Have you read her papers?"

Lu Bixing shook his head—the illiterate Cyclops probably didn’t know what Mrs. Lu’s research was, and would only falter and say “it’s just those space equipment” every time, successfully misleading Lu Bixing to the machine. In the pit of a designer.

He didn't know about this field before, and after knowing her, he deliberately blocked her information because of his resistance, appearing to be ignorant, facing the empty small hall, he suddenly felt a little bit sorry.

"You should read it, especially the articles that refute the fallacies of some colleagues. The words are very sharp." Lin Jingheng said softly, "I rarely lose my temper, but I always give people a sense of 'because your brain is stunted, so care for the mentally retarded. , the feeling that I don’t want to know you in the same way.”

Lu Bixing: "..."

He couldn't imagine someone treating Lin Jingheng with such an attitude. The only "mentally retarded" cared for seemed to be...

Having said that, it seems that Dr. Laura Gordon also used "gorilla" to call General Lu Xin in the message, and Zhan Luli's "spicy rabbit head song".

Li Fulan was as careful as a hair, and pulled Bayer, and the guards of the Silver Ten Guards spread out to patrol around sensiblely, leaving space for the two of them.

"This is the living room, and there is a guest room at the back," Lin Jingheng led Lu Bixing into it. "The vegetation in the yard was created by Lu Xin freely. He doesn't like to make his yard the same."

The alliance has repaired this place so completely that it looks like a specimen frozen in time, easily awakening the sleeping ghost, and staring at him with that kind of eyes that have never met but seem to have known each other.

What kind of person is Lu Xin?

It was obvious that Lu Bixing was curious about the place where Lin Jingheng grew up and asked to come and see it, but at this moment, he was suddenly too timid to ask the question stuck in his throat.

The house is not open to tourists. There is a glass door at the door, and you can only peek from the outside. Zhanlu, who has temporarily taken over the entire mansion, opened the glass door for them.

The furnishings are just as they were back then, spotless.

On the high-backed sofa, the owner seemed to be still sitting on it, when he heard footsteps, he stood up and looked around.

The turbulent memories pushed open the door that had been covered in dust for decades, and almost flooded Lin Jingheng. Time and space flowed, making him feel unbearably dizzy.

Lu Bixing heard Lin Jingheng let out a long breath.Lin Jingheng turned around suddenly at the door, as if she wanted to turn around and leave, but in the end she didn't leave, she just stood there quietly with her back to the glass door.

Lu Bixing did not urge him, and stood silently with him, his eyes fell on the rows of trees at the gate of the courtyard. At first, he felt that the canopies of the trees looked like dogs had gnawed on them, but he did not understand what this pioneering art expressed. I found out that the row of branches that the dogs had gnawed turned out to be in the shape of letters: "What... Home? Lu He..."

"Mu Le, the initials of 'Mu Le'." Lin Jingheng said, "Her surname is 'Mu Le'."

Lu Bixing was slightly shocked.

"House of Lu and Muller" in the canopy.

"Home of General Lin and Engineer 001" on the wooden sign.

Lu Bixing looked at the row of unsightly trees with a complicated expression, wondering how Lin Jingheng felt when he first saw the wooden sign in his house.

Lin Jingheng seemed to see what he was thinking, and said, "I'm glad you didn't inherit his aesthetics."

Lu Bixing heard his own heartbeat echoing in the empty mansion in the watery night of Woto.

The stone statue on the central square of Galaxy City seemed to come alive, looking at him from afar through nearly a hundred light years.

"I was picked up by him when I was less than ten years old," Lin Jingheng said. "It was the first time I came here, and I was not familiar with Lu Xin. I was very confused and resisted. Got here and found a little grimace on the floor...still."

The aisle at the main entrance is paved with snow-white stone bricks, which looks simple and serious. Lu Bixing followed Lin Jingheng's gaze, and saw that there was really a cartoon grimace on one of the stone bricks. 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 hallway, "Come on, let's go in."

Inside the house, Lu Bixing was somewhat familiar with it.

Several videos of Lin Jingheng were shot in this house when he was a teenager. Those images were deeply engraved in his mind, and it was easy to identify them.

Lu Bixing caressed the piano in the corner of the living room with his fingers, and felt a thin layer of dust: "Whose is this? Which one of them likes musical instruments?"

"No one likes it. No one played it when I bought it." Lin Jingheng said, "It's for me."

Lu Bixing: "..."

I almost caught my hand on the piano cover.

"The children in the alliance are between the ages of six and ten. They receive primary education in several stages. After that, they can experience various majors for a few years, and then determine their future direction between the ages of ten and 20. Lu Xin led me to When I left, I just finished my primary education, and he designed many kinds of futures for me in a whimsical way, which are nothing, and there are even more outrageous ones."

Looking at the simple and heavy piano, Lu Bixing imagined that Lin Jingheng would not join the army, but was wearing a dress and playing classical music under the dome. I thought he would send you to Wulan Academy for training."

"No," Lin Jingheng was silent for a while, "except for giving me a toy-like simulated mecha, he never recommended Wulan Academy, and I signed up behind his back."

Lu Bixing lowered his eyes, looked at the piano that was quite incompatible with the whole family, and suddenly seemed to feel something through this thing.

Lu Xin who regained the eighth galaxy, Lu Xin who has been followed by hundreds of millions of people, Lu Xin who insisted on singing against the management committee for his own promise, held the "forbidden fruit" system, but did not add his name to it until his death Lu Xin...

When Lu Xin picked up that sensitive little boy from Woolf, he never thought about making him bear anything.

Lu Bixing thinks that Lu Xin is probably a natural guardian. On the cusp of the storm, he wants to take everything on his shoulders and build his home in the central area of ​​the alliance. He loves the alliance as much as he loves his own home, unlike himself, passively Being burdened by responsibilities, it took several twists and turns to find the correct posture to get along with the world.

"That's Lu Xin's seat," Lin Jingheng's voice brought him back to his senses, and when Lu Bixing looked up, he saw Lin Jingheng pointing to a single sofa and said, "When there are guests, he just sits there like a dog. After he left, he raised his feet and put them on the table next to him, and his feet still dangled, and he didn't sit properly."

"Lu Xin sometimes takes me with me, because my aunt has a lot of academic exchange activities and often travels on business. I'm afraid that no one at home will take care of me... Actually, it's not necessary. There is also the Garden of Eden, I have nothing to do at home, and I don’t necessarily need someone to take care of me.”

"How could it be possible for you to be here alone." Lu Bixing thought to himself, "I'm afraid you won't open your mouth if I feed you the feelings of the whole world."

Unlike Lin Jingheng who is resident in the Silver Fortress, Lu Xin is as addicted to going home, as long as he has the opportunity, even if there is only enough time for him to go home and sleep, he will go home.The whole world is his stage, but resting elsewhere is just a doze, and only when he returns here can he truly sleep peacefully.

Lin Jingheng lived upstairs, and the stairs were very familiar to Lu Bixing—on his tenth birthday, Lu Xin gave him a simulated mech, and the video was recorded at that time, and the person who recorded the video ran all the way up from here.

Lu Bixing paused in the stairwell, and suddenly asked: "Lu... is he about the same height as me?"

Lin Jingheng didn't understand what he was asking, and raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Huh?"

"……nothing."

The perspectives overlap perfectly, so familiar that Lu Bixing feels as if he is revisiting his old place.

The penultimate stair was a step shorter than the others, and Lu Bixing subconsciously took two steps at a step like the man carrying the simulated mecha.

The moment he jumped up, it was as if an invisible soul brushed past him.

There are many photo frames on the walls of the stairwell. Ordinary people would hang decorative paintings, but here are all kinds of photos, family members, friends... The owner of the house is so emotional that it cannot be contained.

Lu Bixing paused, and saw a familiar person at the corner - a one-eyed eagle with a pair of mandarin duck eyes.

The young one-eyed eagle is not at all like the old arms dealer later on. He is a bit fatter and not very well dressed. He wears an ill-fitting ragged shirt with most of the buttons unbuttoned. His hair looks like it hasn't been combed for hundreds of years. , dry and frizzy, still blowing up everywhere, without temperament at all, his outstretched fist was pressed against Lu Xin, his mouth showed a mouthful of big white teeth, and he smiled carelessly at the camera.

The eyes seemed to be shining.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Lu Bixing thought to himself.

"Lu Xin fell from the sky back then and lit a bonfire for the entire eighth galaxy," Lin Jingheng followed his gaze. "It was difficult for others to understand the feelings that Cyclops and Chief Edward had for him back then."

"He made them feel that the alliance has not abandoned the eighth galaxy?"

"In the eyes of the eighth galaxy, Lu Xin is the alliance, the declaration of freedom," Lin Jingheng said, "It was the declaration of freedom that pulled them out of the abyss of the rainbow virus and defeated the tyranny of Prince Gloria. For the first time, Lu Xin let them I feel that I can have another way of life, and I am still an individual.”

Lu Bixing shrugged: "The Alliance is destroying the Great Wall."

"The alliance has repeatedly disappointed the eighth galaxy. After 30 years, the bonfire that Lu Xin once lit turned into ashes," Lin Jingheng said. "The person who lit the fire for the second time was you."

Lu Bixing was startled, turned his head quickly, and met Lin Jingheng's eyes.

And that gaze seemed to be different from usual, in this special place, it resonated strangely with the whole house.Looking at him together with Lu Xin and the one-eyed eagle in the photo... this rebellious son who once wanted to eradicate the Declaration of Freedom.

Lu Bixing's throat seemed to be choked by something, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"He should be proud of you," Lin Jingheng said, "even if you don't recognize him... If the old Persian cat didn't leave too hastily, he should actually introduce Lu Xin to you. If that's the case, you probably won't accept it. It will be easier."

"You two feel that you are omnipotent, and you can carry me one by one when the sky falls, so you don't tell me anything," Lu Bixing flicked on the forehead of the one-eyed eagle in the photo, and his eyes suddenly became hot, " Why, the cowhide leaked in the end, right?"

Lin Jingheng: "...we were wrong."

Lu Bixing raised a finger at him and interrupted him: "It's late."

The corner of Lin Jingheng's mouth moved slightly, feeling a little helpless.

Lu Bixing let him go, turned around and walked upstairs. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head from a high place and said viciously, "What's the use of apologizing? Compensation? Do you still remember when you left for the seventh galaxy? Did you promise me anything before you left?"

Lin Jingheng was taken aback.

"As long as you say you don't go home, you will be at my mercy. Do whatever I tell you to do," Lu Bixing said loudly without hesitation, "It's been so long, I don't tell you, why don't , Commander, do you want to renege on your debt?"

In the photo frame, Lu Xin, big and small, looked at them with admiration or teasing, their gazes seemed real.

Lin Jingheng's ears were so impressed by "this group of Lu Xin": "That's what you said wishful thinking, when did I agree!"

Lu Bixing ignored him and ran up briskly.

Watto's long night was about to come to an end, a little white rose from a distance, and greeted the tall attic.

The painting style of the attic is a bit abrupt, painted with a layer of candy-colored paint, Lu Bixing looked curiously, and pushed open the door of the attic——

The inside is still empty, without 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 knocked along the wall according to his memory, and found a small door hidden in the wall at the innermost part. He stretched out his hand and pushed it open, and there was actually a passage inside. , "Here is a slide that can slide from the attic to the first floor."

Lu Bixing's heart moved, and an answer seemed to come out: "This is..."

"This is for you who were not born at the time."

"This is his most proud design. After finishing it, I was so happy that I skated back and forth several times. Everyone in this house once looked forward to your birth like waiting for a festival." Lin Jingheng said softly, "Do you want to try it? Give it a try?"