Can Ci Pin/Imperfections(残次品)BL by Priest

Chapter 66

It was a silent ceremony, and it was the first time Bixing Lu saw the funeral of the space gypsy.

There was no tomb, no ode, and no remains, making it impossible to say goodbye to the dead.

Thumb-high white candles were lined in a row, representing the people whose name was on them. One by one, Big Sister lit the candles. The people and candles were face to face. Silently, the people stood. Silently, the candles burned. When the light was gone, it was kind of a farewell for such a fleeting company.

People who lived in the base had no past, no identities and no stories worthy to be told. They struggled for hundreds of years, like a tiny particle in the "Desert of Death", and came from collisions, then vanished by collisions, leaving no signals in the river of time.

The Silver Ninth Squadron began to change shifts. The mech carried people who had come and gone, making heat waves on the west side. The air was heated unevenly, creating some melodious night wind. The wind was blowing, and the candles went out one by one. Those little papers with names on them were also blowing in the sky, into the narrow houses and valleys, and lost from their sight.

Then the dinner began.

The Silver Ninth Squadrons, who had just come off the Rota, was just as outgoing as the captain of the guard. They smelled the air and came in naturally, eating and drinking without any hesitation.

Big Sister poured a cup of home-brewed ale to Bixing Lu. The ale was not too clean due to the filter, but the taste was still good. He shook his glass, walked over to Saturday, and tapped Saturday on the shoulder.

Saturday was thrown into a long-range patrol by Lin Jingheng, and he was tortured so badly that the baby fats on his face had gone. His face, which had been stuck in the juvenile stage for 20 years, had developed a second growth and had grown into a silhouette.

"Prince Cayley is dead," Saturday said, bowing his head and stomping the ground as if to make sure he was actually off the mech. "It's like a dream... what's next? Will the pirates send someone else? "

"It's hard to say," Lu said. "It depends on how the AGU will position themselves in the Eighth Galaxy, or whether or not Ares Von is important to them. "

"That's true," said Saturday, raising his hand and clinking his glass. "No one comes to the Eighth Galaxy except the mad Ares Von, right? Not even pirates know there's anything here. "

Bixing Lu thought, and asked: "The base is not safe anymore, a group of the elderly and infirm live here, what's your plan?"

Saturday's shoulders collapsed, two shoulder blades propped up, and a sharp arc formed in the middle. He said feebly: "Mr. Lu, back when you were running the school, the annual failure rate must be particularly high?"

Lu's failure rate was truly appalling, but he never thought that it was his fault.

"It's too demanding of you to ask me what I'm going to do next... " Saturday murmured, staring down at the ground, "I just want to lie on my back and put my brain away and think about nothing," he said, "I've used up all my strength to escape from death."

Bixing Lu read the signs and stopped asking immediately. He sat beside him in a daze, dug out his brain and put it on his knees. With an empty skull, they watched the energy tower sink into the sky.

When the people had finished drinking the big cases of ale that Big Sister and her family had brought over, their bitterness gradually melted away and they began to make a noise. Some of them mumbled to themselves, some of them gathered together in groups of three or five and shouted at each other, but also having rhythm and rhyme like a chorus.

"Just now, Foucault said, we will still be called 'the Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force', just as the name of the administration building doesn't need to be changed. " Saturday said, in the background of the noise, suddenly out of the way, with his tongue a little big, "I think back to when I first formed the self-defense force when I thought I had chosen my destiny, full of grand words, all of which you had lied about... now I know that I was pushed by the doomed fate and somehow got this far. Just now sitting here, I feel as if I have amnesia, I suddenly do not remember how I drove the mech into the battlefield, how to pick up guns to shoot at other people. I thought I was sitting next to Holiday..."

He choked on the word "Holiday" and stuttered, Bixing Lu was half a beat behind and looked at him.

"I thought..." Saturday's facial features curled up, shook his head and stretched hard, and held it for a while, but then he let it go. With half a string of unchewed meat in his mouth, and without warning, a whimper that of a wild animal escaped from Saturday's throat, and he also shed a line of nosebleeds. He carelessly reached out to wipe his face, smearing the blood and tears all over.

No one heard him whimpering, everyone was venting as if there was no more tomorrow.

Bixing Lu stood up quietly, brushed past the crowd and went to the main control room of the mech.