Lin Han thought he would not cry.
Because compared to this kind of emotion that is purely used for venting, he has not recovered from those truths.
Just like on the battleship, a relationship that is too close can sometimes make some specific images emerge in Lin Han's mind.
And the inner perspective was He Yunting's, so it was rare for him to truly stand in the opponent's position and re-see what happened three years ago.
He finally understood why He Yunting avoided himself at the moment when he recovered his memory, and finally got the full picture of the current incident without any cover.
It was useless for him to cover his ears, those words still pierced his chest like sharp knives, but they were so empty that even blood could not flow out.
Before he could react, those who had been pierced in the past had to keep digging into the gaps that had been pierced, twisting the soft flesh in his heart to goug out the depths, preventing him from evading.
He saw his name and information turned into a string of symbols, arranged in a special database, along with a row of oga that could no longer be verified.
He saw unfamiliar faces, a secret laboratory that was sealed away in a remote place, and He Yunting came out of it, his eyes were cold and silent.
He saw He Yunting kill a lot of people, and saw the last person smirking and saying his mother's name word by word, and then cruelly recounting what happened to her one by one. The more he spoke, the more happy the expression on the other party's face.
He knew that his mother would always be in a daze sometimes, would look somewhere and sigh softly, would hold his hand and say, Hanhan, don't be afraid, Hanhan can go wherever she wants in the future.
But she was always gentle when she looked at herself, so gentle that she couldn't find any trace of those things in her eyes.
Lin Han's body began to tremble, a strong sadness grabbed his throat, and he could only make a vague sound.
"Don't, don't..."
Don't tell me, I don't want to know.
At this moment, he just wanted to escape, his knees were too soft to stand still, and he kept talking.
But these facts kept digging into his mind, he couldn't avoid it, he was sweating in horror, and his voice was a bit more painful when he didn't realize it: "No, Mom, Mom. —”
That is, in an instant, all the pictures disappeared.
There was no longer a terrifying picture in front of him, and only a man's voice came from his ears. I don't know if it was the voice from the bottom of his heart, or the comfort he blurted out: "Lin Han, don't be afraid."
"Cry," he said again, "I am here."
Only then did Lin Han realize that tears had already flowed down at some point.
But at the moment when he noticed that he was crying, more intense sadness came over him, and Lin Han's heart was twisted and hurt. He couldn't control his emotions at all. Wet the fabric on his chest.
Lin Han cried quietly, but occasionally there would be uncontrollable sobbing. He would have felt embarrassed in the past, but now he has nothing to worry about.
"You... you were," his voice came over, with salty water vapor, "were you standing in front of me like this."
"Um."
Lin Han couldn't ask what he said next.
He hoped that He Yunting would wake him up at that time, and he would probably say awkwardly, "The lecture is over, don't go to sleep," and he would open his eyes in the drowsiness, and he would see those eyes as soon as he looked up.
You might also fall in love at first sight.
But he also knew that He Yunting would not do that, and he also understood that the past could not be retroactive, and everything could only exist in his imagination.
but…
Lin Han said, "Hold me tighter."
But, that's where they should have started.
He Yunting would never comfort others, not to mention that this time he wanted the other party to cry.
He could only do as he was told, and then followed Lin Han's back with his hands, following the way Lin Han had done before.
It was the first time that Lin Han shed tears for so long.
He always thought he was strong enough to do a lot by himself, take care of himself, and live a good life.
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But now he is standing in the house where he has lived for more than ten years, but finally he has a feeling of being unable to do anything and knowing it later.
It's a familiar picture to the eye, it turns out that every time a woman talks to herself with a smile, she still has so many things hidden in her heart.
It turned out that those things really happened, it turned out that someone really put him in the most precious position, let him come along safely, do what he wants to do, and live the way he wants to live.
It's just that one of them is never coming back.
With an unbearable despair.
"Your mother won't blame you." He Yunting finally spoke, he seemed to know what Lin Han was thinking, "What she wants to see most, you have already done it."
"You grew up without any influence, and without any emotional disturbance."
He Yunting rubbed Lin Han's hair.
"You are not her drag."
"You are her hope."
When they left the civilian area and returned to the aircraft, Lin Han stopped crying.
Apart from not smiling, he looked the same as usual.
But he was still speechless.
Both of them looked a little embarrassed now, one eye and nose were red, the other collar was wrinkled, and there was a lot of water stains on their shoulders.
He Yunting waited for him to calm down for a long time, and it was really late before restarting the aircraft and taking off towards the core area.
"Where are you going?" Lin Han suddenly said, even though he didn't cry, his voice was still very hoarse.
He opened his mouth and asked, his voice was a little soft after being washed by tears, as if he had no opinion at all now, and just wanted to simply ask the other party.
"It's fine." He Yunting couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"
Lin Han tried his best to close his eyes, trying to block the re-emerging emotions: "I'm fine."
"It'll be fine in a while." As if afraid of He Yunting's worries, he added another sentence.
After coming over for a while, he finally bent the corner of his mouth again, his upper lip was slightly upturned because he had been crying for too long, and it looked moist, making this smile vivid and pitiful.
"Let's go." Lin Han said.
The greening and planting in the civilian area are very casual and not so well-organized, but when the aircraft starts and looks from the air, it has a unique charm.
He Yunting looked at the unknown plants growing staggered with the building below, and suddenly remembered something.
"I'll take you back." He Yunting said, "The tulips in the manor are blooming, do you want to take a look?"
Lin Han remembered that when He Yunting had not returned from Proton Star, he once saw his flower field.
At that time, only the stems were drawn from the entire flower field, but the buds had not yet grown, and only a lush green could be seen.
There seemed to be a glass flower house in the middle, but Lin Han couldn't see it clearly. There should be some rare and delicate species planted in it.
He had never seen such a big flower field, and he naturally expected to bloom in his heart.
The two did not speak again on the way, but He Yunting kept letting Lin Han hold his hand.
They seem to be a couple who are still in their school days. Now that they know everything, they should just hold it tighter.
When He Yunting was quiet, he didn't even have a voice in his heart, only a dry palm without secrets.
Lin Han rubbed the rough calluses on each other's hands with his fingers while waiting. Even though he knew that he shouldn't be sad anymore, his heart couldn't help but become sore and numb.
"You shouldn't have such thick calluses on your hands at the time." Lin Han lowered his head and asked him, "Is the training very hard?"
He Yunting was debugging the autopilot program, the flight speed was fast, and they were about to land.
He froze for a moment and replied, "It's okay."
"What's wrong?"
"No." Lin Han shook his head and stopped talking.
He was just thinking that if he could do it all over again, he would go to him when he was tired from training, rub his hands, or lead him back to school.
In short, don't be so miserable alone, so that the calluses on his hands will be smaller.
Lin Han couldn't help feeling that he was hypocritical, but he couldn't help it.
Just as he would rather know the truth than want a kiss, even though he knew those days would never come back, he still wanted to make assumptions.
"It's here." He Yunting didn't ask more, just said quietly.
He didn't stop outside this time. There was a large open space next to the flower field. He didn't seem to want Lin Han to move around, so he stopped directly beside him.
Lin Han's eyes were still on He Yunting's hand, probably because he had been crying for a long time and his mind was a little dull.
"Forget it." He Yunting said suddenly, "Mr. Lin, close your eyes."
Lin Han was just tired from crying, and his eyes were sore and swollen, so he obeyed obediently, and heard He Yunting continue: "Give me your hand."
"—Give me your hand."
Lin Han suddenly remembered that when he first arrived at the base a long time ago, He Yunting was still cold, and his tone was light. For the first time, he wanted to try to tell He Yunting the fact that he had the ability to read minds. He told him, give me your hand.
Unexpectedly, after so long, time passed, and he heard the same words.
Lin Han put his hand up, but He Yunting was afraid that he would fall, so he helped him down.
Lin Han smelled a faint floral fragrance.
Tulips are not a strong-smelling plant in the first place, and they don't smell much on weekdays, but now it's approaching the evening, and the aroma leaks out a little. Even if there is such a large area, it will not make people feel dizzy and chest tight.
Lin Han assured the other party to hold him, smelled the fragrance step by step, and walked forward on the clean white brick.
He heard the door open: "Okay."
Lin Han opened his eyes.
What catches the eye is a piece of purple that can't be seen at a glance, but it doesn't make people feel dull or gaudy. Every flower has been carefully trimmed, and the color and height are just right.
When the wind blows, the flowers and stems sway very lightly, and the setting sun draws near, pressing down a little, revealing clouds that are dyed golden. And not too far from here, the aircraft is parked, and 2742 is standing quietly.
The purple flower field is like the distant and rare Al Inniho Nebula, like a magnificent purple gem, and because of the shallow undulations, it has turned into a purple tide dyed with golden light.
"I didn't know why I planted this at the time." He Yunting said calmly, "Just one day I suddenly saw a flower field of this color, very similar to the Elinho Nebula I've seen before."
But this again is not the same as Al Inniho.
Nebulae are uncommon, but at the moment they are within reach.
Lin Han was in the glass conservatory in the center, and inside were some other flowers with light fragrance, but he still only saw this whole purple galaxy in his eyes.
He was still holding He Yunting's in his hand, and the surroundings were so quiet that his heartbeat was deafening.
"Mr. Lin—"
He Yunting wanted to ask Lin Han if he liked it, but he was interrupted as soon as he said it.
"I have no regrets."
Lin Han said: "Everything is of my own accord."
A wisp of the setting sun crossed the glass door and fell into the flower room. Lin Han was covered by He Yunting's shadow, and the two of them were covered with a thin layer of velvet light.
He saw that He Yunting's face was still handsome, and when he lowered his head and looked at him, his azure blue eyes were still full of clean and sincere tenderness.
For a moment, he felt that the setting sun might be noon, but it was all the light that the two of them missed that year.
There are also nearby nebulae witnessing them, as if they only need to pick up this light, they can cross the distance of countless light-years, dissolve into the universe, and return to the most ordinary day of the year.
The atmosphere is good, and they don't need to touch anything anymore, even if the price is to pierce some deliberately created beauty.
"He Yunting," Lin Han looked at him and smiled, this time his eyes finally lost some sadness, with the same brightness as many years ago, and said to him, "We have no more secrets."
"Come and kiss me, okay?"
Lin Han thought that he was indeed a very greedy person.
He still wants all the beautiful and sincere things, the ever-warm embrace, the tenderness that flows deep in still water, the hot or tender kiss.
I want a lot of love.
When He Yunting's lips pressed down, Lin Han leaned against the glass door of the flower room and silently exchanged breaths with him.
He couldn't tell what kind of emotion he was in. He didn't know where to throw his gloves for a long time. He wanted to use his hands to touch every inch of each other's skin, kiss his scars, and lick his sweat.
Lin Han bit He Yunting's chin, grabbed the hand that had been intertwined with his fingers, and put him on his waist.
He Yunting followed the movements of his hand and slid upwards very lightly, touching a piece of delicate and gentle skin like fat jade.
If he used a little force, he could leave a reddish mark on it.
"Let's do it." Lin Han breathed rapidly between the kisses, "Okay."
There was a mist of water in the glass conservatory, and those purple flowers gradually became indistinguishable. At first glance, they really looked like the Elinho Nebula that only appeared in the border area.
Lin Han knelt down on the cold crystal chair, and just as he was about to lift his neck impatiently, the man behind him bit his Adam's apple.
"Um..." The other party was weak, he only felt a suffocating itch.
Lin Han shivered all over, as if he couldn't bear it any longer, he propped his hand on the door that had become translucent, and then he was unable to slide down because of the movement, leaving only wet marks on the glass.
"Shout it out." He Yunting pressed Lin Han's waist and whispered into his ear.
Shout it out, whether it's a forbidding whimper or an indulgent cry.
Only I can hear your voice.
There is no one else here, and love becomes naked and real in Xitianmu, only a continuous purple wave.
Without even having to close our eyes, we can be drowned by the waves and be reborn in a vast and romantic nebula within our reach.
The author has something to say: Chapter 100, let’s send a hundred red envelopes to celebrate!
He Yunting is hard, Zuo Run is wilted, what does Zuo Run mean? Let me take you to understand it together. Zorun wilted, that is, Zorun closed the line and vomited, and wrote four thousand words crying for two days. As for why Zorun wilted? I don't know too much, that's what everyone sees.
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"The villain who pretends to be a will be marked" by Watermelon Fried Pork
Gu Jingming was wearing a book, dressed as the alha villain - or oga in disguise.
He walked through the plot in a quiet manner, and then, holding the secretly transferred assets, he re-entered the entertainment industry with a new identity and started a new life.
As a result, the new life has just begun, and the male protagonist is suddenly abnormal.
very beginning-
The male protagonist glanced at him coldly: "Tell me where he is."
"Senior is joking," Gu Jingming, who just kicked a hot search on alha, pretended to be clever, "I really don't know where your nemesis is."
later-
"I'm always on you... see his shadow."
"I am willing to do business with you."
Gu Jingming sneered: "Go away, come here again and I'll kick."
at last-
Not only did Gu Jingming not kick a single foot, but he was also pressed against the wall by the male protagonist.
The rich alha pheromone made him weak, and he couldn't help blushing: "Let go!"
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