Lin Han firmly clasped He Yunting's hand, and with some force, squeezed between the other's fingers, almost becoming a gesture of interlocking fingers.
He Yunting seemed to know that Lin Han could read minds, but he still wanted to escape, but was tightly held by Lin Han and could not let go.
His voice also poured into Lin Han's ears one after another, from self-blame to grief, every sentence was not missed.
Lin Han pursed his lips and did not speak for a while.
The other party had told him the meaning of his existence, but he almost forgot that He Yunting was also an ordinary person.
In He Yunting's heart, names that Lin Han had not heard even began to appear, they were all sergeants who had lost their lives on the battlefield.
The other party may be just a non-commissioned officer who is not ordinary, but He Yunting memorized them one by one, and then dug them out of his memory almost masochistically at this moment, and then poked these names into his heart.
He didn't know if He Yunting had to go through this bloody cycle every time a subordinate sacrificed, but at least he knew that no matter which time, He Yunting would always be like now, his face was cold and ruthless, and he didn't seem to be influenced by such emotions. cents.
Burning text
Just because he is a leader at the top, his joy and joy deserve to be buried by responsibility and questioning.
But should he be
"General." Lin Han tightened the strength of his fingers, clearly feeling the thin phalanx of the other party and the thin calluses on his hands.
He called He Yunting, but he didn't know how to comfort him.
He wanted to say that he understood, but he couldn't speak to such a He Yunting.
"Look at me." Lin Han said.
It was the first time that He Yunting resisted looking at Lin Han so frankly, as if he was avoiding something.
I didn't even dare to look at him.
Lin Han sighed, but in the end he couldn't continue.
He wanted to comfort the other party, but he couldn't do it in this way.
He Yunting couldn't be idle, he still had too many things to deal with.
His communicator kept ringing, and Lin Han knew that there were too many places waiting for him. At this moment, it was a luxury for him to even rest.
Lin Han slowly let go of He Yunting's hand, lowered his head, and no longer asked the other party to look at him.
He smiled at He Yunting: "General go to work first."
If other comforts can't work at this moment, then I can at least smile at him.
He Yunting responded in a low voice.
And until he closed the door and left, he avoided his eyes and didn't look at Lin Han.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Lin Han couldn't say that he was sad, just a little distressed.
Lin Han can still take nutritional supplements and rest and adjust, but He Yunting can't.
After all, he has already reached the border area. Even if there have been sacrifices and casualties, everything cannot be stopped.
No matter how sad Lu Anhe is, he has to take over the rest of Ji Meng's work. The truth needs to be investigated, but things can't be too big, and the exercise can't stop for too long.
Before that, he and He Yunting walked up to the "murderer".
There is a simplified interrogation room in the battleship, and the pilot of the m21 mech is locked in it.
His name is Yan Ming. After a whole day of mental shock, he has become a little nervous now. During the time when the five people asked, he kept talking to himself, and the content was nothing more than those few sentences. talk.
When the two entered, Wen Tianyao clearly indicated that he wanted to follow, but this time, He Yunting's attitude was unusually tough. Even Lu Anhe did not have the habit of smoothing things out in the past. He just silently watched He Yunting refuse to tell Wen Tian. Yao refused.
The rights of the royal family can be said to be small or big. If Wen Tianyao just pretended to be his prince, He Yunting might not be able to do anything. But in the end, Wen Tianyao still didn't enter the interrogation room, he just said with his eyes wandering: "If the general has something to say to the soldier, then I won't go in."
He Yunting didn't take his cues, and entered the interrogation room with Lu Anhe without saying a word.
When the two walked in front of Yan Ming, the other party was obviously excited, but they kept repeating: "I didn't kill, Admiral, I didn't kill, I really don't know anything..."
During the questioning, Yan Ming's spirit became more and more tense, to the point of collapse in the back.
"My family situation is not very good. I know that if I enter the base, at least I can support my family well... My original purpose was really just that."
"So I entered the base, I really want to do my best, I want to try to be the first."
"However, no matter how hard we try, we can't win against Qi Jiamu. I admit that I have a prejudice against him. I don't like his appearance, but my strength is not as good as his... Gradually, many people began to exclude him."
"It was at this time that I felt that my family became strange. Last time I visited, my mother came to me mysteriously and said that as long as I performed well in the fourth round of training, I would definitely be able to enter the base. They Would be proud of me too.”
"I told my mother that Qi Jiamu is too strong, how could I do better than him. In the end, she said, it's okay, you can just change your goal."
"I admit that I was bewitched, because I can beat the first place who has been far ahead, who wouldn't be tempted."
"She told me that just by chasing the surveillance mech in the fourth round, chasing after him, using the highest attack level, the hit rate will be much higher, and the simulated projectile will not cause casualties. As long as it hits the cranberries , she assured me that I was the best and brightest mech in the exercise. I really had no other idea, my family kept telling me that…”
"You really became the most dazzling one. Redberry didn't escape because he believed that no one would actually use the highest attack level to deal with him, and even at the last moment, the defensive shield was the lowest." Lu An He said coldly, "You never thought, why did your mother suddenly tell you this? Where did the information come from? As far as I know, you lived in the Q area before you came to the base."
Yan Ming's lips trembled suddenly, and he seemed to understand the fact: "Yeah... How could she know so much... "
"She said this as soon as she came that day, and I admit that because she was always being held down by Qi Jiamu, she didn't immediately understand this fact..." Yan Ming seemed to want to understand, "Her tone at that time sounded too deceiving, I didn't think so. think of…”
Yan Ming stood up abruptly and put his hands on the table: "What about the mother? She might be controlled by someone, Lieutenant Colonel, send someone to protect her, it's definitely not wrong!"
"It's too late." He Yunting, who had been silent, said only two words.
"From the moment you successfully hit the red raspberry—" Lu Anhe also looked away, "When we contacted your family members in District Q, we found that they have all..."
out of breath.
He didn't go on.
Yan Ming did not let him continue.
An hour later, He Yunting and Lu Anhe walked out.
Behind them, is the background of Yan Ming crying.
It's so weird.
Except for Yan Ming, the family backgrounds of all prospective pilots were checked again, and there were no surprises.
Who was the pusher behind the scenes, to be able to take advantage of Yan Ming's jealousy, and be sure that he would attack Red Berry desperately
Or maybe say...
From the moment they boarded the ship, one eye was fixed on them.
They fell back into passive again.
The two hadn't slept for a long time, but they didn't seem to be tired: "I... I'll deal with Lao Ji's body."
He didn't wait for He Yunting to say anything else, and immediately added; "Please, boss, let me go alone, and I'll talk to him again."
The border region is too far away from the empire, and the current situation is too uncertain. Even Lu Anhe can't guarantee that he will be brought back to the empire in its entirety.
He Yunting looked at him for a long time, and finally just nodded.
Lin Han didn't expect He Yunting to come to the observation room.
He knew that what he could do was limited. After finishing all his duties, Lin Han came to this room a few days ago in order not to cause trouble to others, or perhaps for other reasons.
Everything was peaceful then, and the stars were close at hand.
Lin Han felt a little dazed.
And in a trance, he heard the sound of someone pushing the door in.
He Yunting stood in front of him, as if he was surprised that he would appear here. There was almost no slack on his face, and he hadn't rested for a long time, but his uniform was still as unwrinkled as ever.
The two looked at each other.
A few days ago, Lin Han was still sitting here hugging his knees, reaching out to He Yunting and asking him to pull him, but half a day ago, the atmosphere between the two became subtle and weird again, and no one spoke for a while.
"...Aren't you going to rest?" Finally, Lin Han spoke first. "The general doesn't seem to have slept yet."
He Yunting's lips moved slightly and shook his head.
"Why is Mr. Lin here?"
The starry sky is clearly out of sight now.
Lin Han thought for a while: "Because it's quiet here."
like a secret base.
He Yunting didn't answer, Lin Han looked at his expression, and finally caught a bit of slack from his meticulous face.
"…No progress." He asked tentatively.
He Yunting said, "That's right."
Lin Han was still the same as before, sitting on the ground hugging his knees and looking up at He Yunting: "Maybe the general can consider asking me to help..."
His voice was getting lower and lower, because apart from Wen Tianyao, he didn't know who was the most suspicious.
Is it Qi Jiamu? or someone else
Lin Han thought about it, but saw He Yunting take two steps towards him and stop in front of him.
He Yunting looked down at him: "Mr. Lin."
"I said before that when you get to the battleship, follow me closely." He Yunting slowed down, "Is that okay?"
He didn't know what would happen in the next second.
Lin Han naturally did not forget this sentence.
But now He Yunting's tone didn't sound as sure as before, but more cautious.
Is he even afraid of rejection
Is he still unable to let go of Ji Meng's death, is still pulling repeatedly in self-blame, and finally torturing himself
Is he always like this
At this moment, Lin Han seemed to feel the grief in the other party's heart again half a day ago, and when he looked at He Yunting again, his eyes became a little more unbearable.
He suddenly wanted to hug him.
He thought so and did so.
"General." Lin Han called to him, "Can you come over a little bit."
His tone sounded a little soft, just like when he asked He Yunting to pull him a few days ago.
Lin Han looked up at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
He Yunting was puzzled, but he walked over obediently and leaned over again.
So Lin Han stretched out his hand and hugged him easily.
This hug has nothing to do with love. At this moment, Lin Han didn't want to ask the other party's feelings towards him. Even if he didn't wear gloves now, he would still hear the other party's voice.
But compared to this, Lin Han wanted to simply give him a hug.
He Yunting seemed to be stunned, and after being hugged by him for a long time, he slowly became less rigid.
"It's okay." Lin Han said, "Just give me a hug."
He actually wanted to say don't be sad and wanted to say that he was there, but when he put his hand on the other person's back, he forgot these complicated comforts.
"Mr. Lin." He Yunting's low and hoarse voice came from behind Lin Han's ears, like the clearest snow in the mist of a pine forest. It looks noble because it hangs in the air, but it becomes cold and difficult because of its nobleness. melt.
"Do you know how to read minds?" The sadness in He Yunting's voice was not strong, it was the same as his heart at this time.
Will he hear what's on my mind
Will he see my cowardice and see my meanness
Will he not even give me a hug because of this
Lin Han was silent, he could not only hear what he was thinking, but even because the two had touched too many times, he could almost have a little empathy with him, seeing him remember all the sergeants who had sacrificed, and then in his heart They erected a monument.
"… I do not know."
Lin Han opened his mouth, but couldn't tell He Yunting this fact.
He can no longer insert a knife in his heart, and let the other party repeat this kind of mental cycle again bloody.
He Yunting seemed to be comforted, his hands hugging Lin Han tightly, his head buried deeper.
Lin Han felt the warmth surrounding him, but He Yunting's heartbeat was constantly berating him.
Even if he tried his best, He Yunting still couldn't let go of it completely.
This man seemed to be taciturn and indifferent, as if nothing could hurt him.
He didn't even know how to laugh, but without his own knowledge, he exposed all his fragility to himself.
Lin Han felt that his heart seemed to be tied by an invisible ribbon, and it felt sore and soft when it was pulled.
He patted each other's back with his hands like the first time the two embraced, and said in a low voice and firmness.
"—but you are invincible."
The moment he finished saying this, Lin Han was suddenly hugged tightly, almost out of breath.
But soon, the other party seemed to be afraid of hurting him, and quickly let go.
Lin Han's heart seemed to be tugged, and those distressed feelings penetrated into his chest more closely. He raised his hand, and his fingertips climbed up He Yunting's neck. With his arms, he pulled him towards him until their heartbeats melted into one. At the same place, ups and downs together, those pains can be divided into two, no longer burdened by the other party alone.
"It's okay." Lin Han hugged the other person's neck tightly and said to him again, "It's okay to be sad."
"You are invincible."
He Yunting didn't speak for a long time, and unlike before, desperately trying to break free from him.
After a long time, Lin Han finally heard a very soft response.
"… Um."
He Yunting seemed to be finally tired, and finally indulged himself for a while—
He was half-kneeling on the ground with his knees, still not willing to put all the weight of his body on it, so he fell into Lin Han's arms in a pious and restrained posture.
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The work and rest have been too bad recently. I wrote, wrote, and slept all night.