Sorrow should drown sorrow, joy should be full of joy, so sadness and joy are inexpressible, so I have to stay drunk and never return.

In the second half of the wedding, the champagne prepared by Zhan Lu was not enough, so he brought Lin Jingheng's wine to save the scene. Of course, there were all kinds of wines, so everyone could only drink all kinds of wine together, and the effect doubled. Not long after, the guests in the dress looked like monsters and monsters with prototypes, and they were released one by one. If at the beginning, everyone still deliberately wanted to raise the topic easily, at this moment, many people had begun to be inseparable from humans and ghosts, and they didn't know what tonight.

"Old Zheng, what awesome are you? Do you know why you were selected as the general's personal guard?" Nagus rushed towards Zheng Di.

Commander Zheng Di of the Second Galaxy Central Army was already crushed to pieces in the heart of the rose. Now there is only one wisp of the projection to the banquet. Of course, he can't catch him. Nagus lost his sense of balance, but he slid around the round table for half a circle, and actually maintained the golden rooster's independent posture and did not fall.

"The general got drunk that day and was so drunk that he walked... Just like me, he stuck it straight to the wall, kissing the wall all the way, and seeing people, he looked at it and took it away. When he woke up, he was so angry that he was so angry that he had chosen a flagpole and stood in the personal corps. He had one more head than others, and three centimeters higher than the general himself! His image was not very good, and he had a vulgar look on his face. He poked the square and was probably only worthy of pirate flags."

Commander Zheng in the projection stood up and showed his height that he was arrogant and arrogant.

"Why are you still spreading rumors in front of me?" Lu Xin protested, "Who said he was three centimeters taller than me? Is there any official information? Do you have any photos? Da Zheng, don't be embarrassed, sit down for me quickly!"

The whistleblower Nagus drank the sixth glass of red wine in one go, and the soul flew into space. He stepped onto the chair and let out a thunder sound on the ground: "Because our general's height is false, hahahahaha... After Lao Zheng came, he placed an order overnight and customized the inner heightening of himself and his guards' boots... hiccup!"

White walked over with a crab, held a bottle cap, pretending to be a camera, and pointed it at Nagus and said, "The greatest General Lu Xin of the Alliance is suspected of falsely claiming his height. Is it a moral decline or a trauma of the times..."

As he was talking, Lin Jingheng hooked a chair with his foot and caught the shaking White. Suddenly, he felt that General Lu's image was not so tall.

Lu Xin was not willing to be outdone: "You have a mouth, you can speak, okay - Nagus, you tell me the story of your own postponing to graduate for one year by the military academy because of your weight not meeting the standard."

In the projection, General Duke, the First Galaxy Border Guard, hurriedly said: "General is right!"

Ankru, who died inexplicably, followed closely: "Tell me honestly!"

...It can be seen that anyone followed Lu Xin to cross the interior.

"This is the decay of morality... Bah, I was taken away by that kid. This is the pathological social value," Nagus raised the empty glass over his head and pounded his chest with one hand a few times. "The Space Force, mental power, can't it be enough to be healthy? I'm not overweight, I'm just a little stronger than the standard value."

Lin Jingheng: "Does one point refer to eight kilograms?"

Nagus: "…"

"Your name is on Dr. Lance's list. I have investigated each of you in detail," Lin Jingheng paused, and added, "It's really not much, it's just the weight of a roasted suckling pig."

"The Alliance Military Commission, unhealthy trends! Weight management has become a hard indicator! What positive impact do you have on society? What is the difference between it and the savage primitive people with corset and anorexia?" Nagus was furious, "Is it natural for even the two or three hundred-year-old marshals to control their diet?"

Someone squirted about wine at the scene and looked up at the attic together.

Marshal Woolf's projection fell under a potted palm in the attic. He paused when he heard this and raised a cup downstairs. Except for the last period of his life, he was trapped in the illusion of "Night Queen", Woolf's public image has been going on for decades, thin, neat, and serious.

"As people get older, their metabolism slows down, and they are old and old, and it is difficult to maintain the exercise volume when they are young," Woolf said slowly. "After the age of two hundred, I mainly rely on nutritional agents to replace diet, accurately control intake, and eliminate appetite."

"What a coincidence," Lin Jingshu, the beauty of Woto, interjected with a smile, "I don't like to make myself sweat. Have you tried auxiliary drugs to improve metabolism? I have used two brands, and they are both pretty good."

"That's what you young people use," Woolf said calmly. "After two hundred years old, this thing is at risk of accelerating Pope. The Military Commission had related cases back then. How did they evaluate this later? Oh - 'Born from suffering, die from overnutrition'."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

These two life-and-death enemies sat together and discussed dieting and weight loss, almost feeling a unique sense of seriousness.

"You are overnutrition, but we are starving!" - This is Chief Edward who will never forget to worry about the country and the people after his death.

Woolf: "I'm sorry."

"Over focus on packaging and appearance is originally a trick of consumerism. Consumerism is a leg of Eden, and even the generals are entangled in it, which shows that Eden's mental control is quite successful." - This is Dr. Laura Gerden, who is holding his head and absent-minded.

"Consumption? The general never consumes. The general is a stingy. Every time it is his turn to pay the bill, he will invite us to the supply station cafeteria." - This is Commander Nagus, who digs out the tomb of his old boss when he gets drunk.

"It's nothing wrong with paying attention to the appearance. Didn't you recruit many handsome recruits?" Tulanjiu was brave enough to win the cowards, ran to Lin Jingheng and stood attentively, burping, "Report!"

Lin Jingheng: "Don't say it, get out."

"I insist on saying! General, you are tied up in your dress today and can't cut my hair, hehehe." Tulan said nonsense, "Report! It's on this festival..."

The two brothers Poisson Young and Thomas Young rushed up and dragged her away from left and right: "What kind of festival is the best? Is it a festival for drunkenness?"

Tulan's upper body was dragged one meter away, and his legs were still digging on the ground: "On this... Festival, General, General, I have a long-cherished wish, I want to touch your face. I heard that Yevgenia insured your face with a 100,000 first star coin...100,000...ah! Let me touch it!"

Lu Bixing came out from somewhere. He pulled Tulan's claws with one hand and dragged Bayer with the other hand. With a crisp sound, Tulan's claws were stuck on Bayer's face and said generously: "Touch whatever you want."

Bayer's face instantly "reflected red" with the wine in the glass, his body frozen and his soul was scattered.

Lu Bixing, who had hidden merit and fame, was soon dragged to the other side by another wave of guests.

It was not until the dew fell that the "flower girls" seemed to be lifted. After a night of "labor reform", the mecha cores of the top ten famous swords were served and silently restored to adult male and female bodies. One by one, they set up "drunk mode" for the guests' personal terminals - in this way, the autonomous driving car can pull them home, and the smart home appliances and medical cabins at home will be prepared, and the drunks will be automatically soaked in the potion for sobering up and sleeping.

Everyone left, only projections were left. When the guests were full, they didn’t feel that it would become deserted. When they looked at it again, they suddenly felt that the projections still sitting in the courtyard became false.

After Lu Bixing delivered the guest, he took the glass of ice water handed to him by Zhan Lu and drank it. He let out a long sigh: "It's so tired to invite relatives and friends to a meal. What about that kind of serious wedding... Where is Jingheng?"

Lin Jingheng probably felt restrained, so he took off his dress and put it on a chair, but the person was not there.

Lu Bixing: "How much did he drink? Could it be that he found a place to vomit, right?"

Housekeeping robots were all out and began to clean up the mess. The night wind swept through the decorative plants, the branches and leaves rustled, and they stretched down from the high place. Lu Biling raised his head as if he felt something.

Lin Jingheng stretched his legs on the roof of the attic and put them on a small wooden chair. The view here is very good, the starry sky is bright, and you can see the roofs of many neighbors. It was the dry season of Galaxy City. Many families have changed the attic to a terrace. Some people are interested in building a small ecological park at home. Occasionally, a few cats pass by the wall with their tails raised, and after patrolling the territory, they go home.

"I haven't noticed it before, and I live here so hard that I don't know who has a cat ran into the backyard that day and beat the snake that Zhanlu raised. It was so scared that it didn't dare to leave the house now." He whispered, "I remember in Votto, the private territory of his family within a radius of thirty hectares."

Lin Jingshu's projection sat side by side with him: "The palm tree in the corner of the wall has a bad temper and a loud voice, so it's so noisy."

Lin Jingheng turned his head and glanced at her, vaguely feeling like he was back when he was a child.

At that time, they had a big home, far away from the downtown area, and the only living things at home were the two of them and a ghost-like father. Sometimes they didn't necessarily see Lin Wei for ten days and half a month. Artificial intelligence kept the garden delicately and cold. Whenever there was wind, the plants would whisper like haunted. At this time, the twins would climb up the roof, pretend to understand what the trees were saying, and would also seriously verb them.

Lin Jingheng: "...Are you quarreling with the pocket coconuts around you?"

"The flowering plants in the flower beds downstairs are sour and sarcastically." Lin Jingshu's eyes passed through a row of green curtains hanging from the spider plants and fell into the deserted garden. Artificial intelligence was cleaning up the field, and the projectors disappeared one by one. For some reason, only she was still there. "It said that lavender has body odor, and the phalaenopsis is painted too thick, so it can't be seen when it gets close. The white rose is a mob, and it has to mix together in groups to make it a little trick, otherwise it would be like a wrinkled snot paper."

A smile flashed across Lin Jingheng's face, and then he fell to his loneliness. A low and gentle female voice in his ears, which was even a little bit of bewitching. It was different from the crisp childish voice in his memory. He was silent for a while, opened the personal terminal, and a projection of a necklace popped up on his wrist.

The platinum chain was covered with a small unicorn made of fritillaria and colorful gems, and it shone with a soft fluorescent circle.

Lin Jingshu opened her eyes wide.

"I remember you had one when you were a child," Lin Jingheng seemed a little uncomfortable and looked away, "This is..."

He carefully prepared and drew it bit by bit according to his memory, and asked someone to customize it according to his drawing. He originally wanted to give it to her at her wedding, but when it came to an end, he was afraid of arousing her unnecessary childhood memories, which seemed to go against his original intention of deliberately alienating her to protect her. After thinking about it, he still took off the necklace from the gift.

"Yes... I saw it buying it casually once on a business trip," Lin Jingheng said habitually in an indifferent tone, "I have never thought about it for you, and I am at the bottom of the Silver Fortress."

Later, it probably turned into space garbage in the pirate bombing.

"You're here, take it away." Lin Jingheng waved his hand, and the necklace flew out from his personal terminal and landed in the palm of the projection Lin Jingshu's hand. The two projections were intelligently connected together.

"Thank you brother." Lin Jingshu's face looked like a little girl. She immediately put it on, took out the mirror, put it in several angles, turned her head excitedly and asked him, "Does it look good?"

Lin Jingheng smiled at first, but soon, his smile dimmed: "Zhan Lu, you don't have to do this."

Without modeling, Lin Jingheng also knew that this would not be the reaction when she received the necklace. She had long since she didn't love unicorns and would not shake hands with him. She was not a person who was looking forward to the fork in the first day. She had seen through the ending since she took the fork in the road on the first day. This was obviously Zhan Lu broke the setting and was far-fetched. Unfortunately, she was too fake. She only deceived him for one second and then woke up in the dream.

Lin Jingshu paused, and then she kept a bright smile and dissipated into the air without moving.

"It's not Zhanlu, it's me."

Lu Bixing went to the attic at some point, walked over and hugged him from behind, put his chin on his shoulders, and a clear smell of wine spread with his breath, with his body temperature.

Lin Jingheng sighed.

"how?"

Lin Jingheng: "It's nothing. Just go into the house after packing up. It's still quite cold outside."

Lu Bixing held him down and refused to let him move: "You want to say that if you knew it was me, you wouldn't say it out loud. You would pretend to be coaxed by me to be happy, right? You hate it."

After Lin Jingheng had a meal, no one dared to disperse his virtues endlessly in front of him, so the guests' wine filled into Lu Bixing's stomach. He was a little confused. He finally played a trick and was exposed immediately. He was very frustrated. So he unreasonably stuck people, used the wine to act coquettishly, buried his face on his shoulder and rubbed his whisperingly, muttering unhappy.

"Hello……"

"Why are your shirt so hard?" Lu Bixing frowned in dissatisfaction. Without waiting for Lin Jingheng to answer, he opened his mouth and bit him, "Hate."

Lin Jingheng hissed, pinched his chin and lifted his face up.

"With you, what else do I have to pretend?"

"I...what did you say?"

"Are you tired after sleeping?"
Chapter completed!