The expression on Lin Han's face froze, and his hands remained in this position.
He Yunting seemed to be a little more sad to see him like this, opened his mouth, but still did not take back what he said.
"Will you put on your gloves?" There was a rare urgent plea in his voice, which seemed to be unbearable and also seemed to be mourning.
Lin Han wanted to ask why for a moment, but he closed his eyes and saw his hands, hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yeah."
"Fairy Wood"
"I'm sorry." He Yunting turned around and looked at him again, as if knowing that his words would hurt Lin Han, he apologized in a calm voice.
Lin Han stared at him without flinching.
There is familiar and quiet love in his eyes, but there is a little more gentle sadness.
If the person in front of him was not He Yunting, Lin Han would definitely feel that the other party was so uncomfortable that he was about to cry when he saw such eyes.
He wanted to hold each other's hand more than ever, but he finally took it back.
He Yunting must have something to say, and in the memory he recovered, something must have happened.
It will make him subconsciously not want to speak.
"it is good."
Lin Han stopped asking.
Because of the problem of mind reading, he still has the habit of wearing gloves.
Lin Han lowered his head and took out the glove. As soon as he put on his right hand, he looked up and saw He Yunting's pursed lips and eyes full of intolerance.
He seemed to be getting closer, as if he couldn't help but want to kiss himself, but he was afraid that his voice would be heard by him, so he stopped moving forward.
He seemed to be still digesting the memories that came back to his mind, as if he was still hesitating whether he should tell himself what had happened, and he resolutely refused to touch him.
He seemed really sad.
If you want to get close, you can only stand there.
Lin Han's heart softened again.
"Wait a minute." He rolled his eyes and paused temporarily.
He Yunting didn't know why, so he just looked at him silently.
Lin Han leaned forward, and his right hand climbed onto the opponent's shoulder, while his left hand held the glove that he had not put on, and lightly placed it on the opponent's lips.
The silk gloves felt cold and delicate to the touch, but He Yunting didn't have time to react, and a pair of soft lips were printed on it.
Lin Han kissed him through the glove.
He just sticks to each other like this, very quiet, and there is no other movement.
When the soft gloves were also stained with the warmth of his lips, Lin Han took two steps back and said, "That's it, don't be afraid."
Lin Han then continued to put on the remaining glove, wanting to shake it in front of He Yunting's eyes: "I put on—"
But before he could say what he said, just the moment he confirmed that he was wearing gloves, he was hugged by the other party.
He Yunting seemed to have been waiting for this moment, just like he had been waiting downstairs with Lin Han in the few days he couldn't talk about.
He was waiting for him to put on the gloves, like when Lin Han would walk to the window and find himself inadvertently.
He Yunting was very silent, but he held him tightly, so tight that Lin Han wanted to cry out in pain, but he swallowed all the voices because the other party was obviously trembling with cherishment.
Even if Lin Han couldn't hear anything, he could easily sense from this hug that he was afraid.
Appeasing him seems to be a subconscious thing, Lin Han didn't struggle, let him hold him cooperatively, and stretched out his gloved hand to pat the other person's back.
"Don't be afraid," he said.
He Yunting, I am here.
I stand right in front of you, I will give you hugs and love you.
Do not be afraid.
He Yunting has heard too many compliments since he was an adult. How many people put their eyes on him, or admire or admire him. They say that he is the youngest general in the empire, a hope and a sharp blade. His icy.
But no one ever told him, don't be afraid.
Lin Han felt He Yunting's emotional fluctuations, felt the hand clasped on his waist, and felt the other person's breathing not so steady after hearing his comfort.
He is just an ordinary man.
After a long time, Lin Han finally heard his low voice until He Yunting calmed down again.
"You're fine... that's great."
"Well, I'm fine." Lin Han's voice was soft and soft, but he was still worried that He Yunting had just returned to his memory, and asked softly, "Is there any discomfort?"
He Yunting shook his head on his shoulder.
"Do you remember everything?" Lin Han said, looking at the ordinary stone.
"Yeah." He Yunting replied, loosening Lin Han a little, and said.
"It has something to do with me." Lin Han looked at him and said calmly, "The reason why you don't want me to know."
"... Hmm." He Yunting's voice was a little lower, and the arms that had been loosened a little bit tightened the person in his arms again, "I'm sorry."
"Is it something I can't know?" Lin Han asked.
"No." This time, He Yunting answered quickly, but he couldn't say the next words.
No, precisely what you have a right to know.
He Yunting recalled the scenes he retraced just now, a middle-aged man who looked paranoid and finally died under his own gun, and the grinning smile before his death.
For the first time, he exposed vulnerability to Lin Han so frankly, burying himself deeper with his chin against his shoulder: "I..."
I'm just afraid that you will be sad.
But he can't always let Lin Han wear gloves, even if Lin Han understands him and cooperates with him, once the dusty secret is revealed, how can he easily say that he doesn't care and doesn't care.
"If possible, I hope Mr. Lin never knows." He paused for a while before speaking.
He Yunting was still not used to calling him by his nickname, and even if the two of them had done everything, he would still call him Mr. Lin from time to time, with a respectful tenderness that was different from others.
He wanted to ask if you still remember your mother.
He wants to say it's okay, no one can hurt you now.
But He Yunting couldn't say a word.
He clearly just wanted Lin Han to do what he wanted to do without any worries, always be happy, and always be pure.
He Yunting felt the movement of the other side stroking his back.
I can't say I regret it, after all, it is my choice to get my memory back.
It's just a pity that he couldn't even understand the most basic logic.
Hearing He Yunting's words, Lin Han hesitated for a moment.
This time, He Yunting finally did not wait for Lin Han to speak, and said the rest by himself.
"However, I have already made a decision for you without authorization." He Yunting said this in a softer voice.
He sighed and looked at him deeply: "If Mr. Lin wants to know..."
"This time, the decision is yours."
"Okay." After a long time, Lin Han moved his lips, "Then I won't ask you."
He raised the corner of his mouth again and pulled his gloves: "I'll wait for you to tell me."
Lin Han saw He Yunting nodded before continuing, "But you have to believe me."
He Yunting reached out and grabbed Lin Han's five fingers with gloves. It seemed that after regaining his memory, he began to urgently want to contact Lin Han, either hugging or holding hands. Like this, it would prove that he had been doing well for three years. Live and work well.
"I'm not as fragile as you think," Lin Han felt He Yunting clasped his right hand and squeezed all his five fingers in, tightly holding them together, and smiled, "You have to trust Mr. Lin."
"There's no need to tell me today," Lin Han picked up the stone, "but give this to me too, okay?"
He Yunting's expression softened a little at the moment: "Okay."
It's just that he couldn't help thinking that the gifts were the same twice, as if nothing new.
But he was always silent, and now he won't say it.
Lin Han seemed to know what he was thinking: "It's different."
"The previous one was your birthday present to me."
"Now this, I asked you for it myself," Lin Han said with a smile, as if he really didn't care about the memories related to him, "It's like I brought you back those years when you were alone."
It is the recorder and the witness.
Then if I hide it, it can also be regarded as taking back the time without me.
The nebula will surely reappear, and so will the tulips.
Since then, we have never missed it again, and all the shortcomings have been slowly filled, little by little, year after year.
Now that he has returned to the base, He Yunting cannot go back immediately. The training results need to be checked, and the newly introduced batch of weapons also needs to be counted.
When Lu Anhe sent Lin Han back to see that they were both in good condition, he finally breathed a sigh of relief after being frightened all the way.
Lin Han was no different from usual, still politely thanking him with a smile, but he didn't mention what happened back then.
It's just that Lu Anhe is very strange.
It stands to reason that the two should talk about it, but his boss hasn't left the room for a whole day, and he didn't give any orders, and he didn't even come out to eat.
He Yunting locked himself in the house for too long.
He couldn't help but think about what happened three years ago.
He didn't know what to say to Lin Han, and how to start it.
Does he want to tell Lin Han directly that his name has been included in the "Blood Burning" plan from a very early time
He was going to tell him directly that Lin Han University was accidentally pushed over and had bruises, but the school hospital insisted on taking blood for him, just to get his personal sample
It's just that I know too late-
But fortunately, we can catch up.
He Yunting's eyes dimmed, and the day three years ago came back to his mind like a needle.
He didn't let anyone succeed, and his actions were very successful. He even found out who was behind the scenes and solved it in the cleanest way to ensure that there would be no emergencies.
He just didn't expect the accident to come from the person's last words before he died.
The decision maker at that time was Gu Miao, who had been pierced by He Yunting's heart with a gun, but his eyes were still crazy, flashing a tyrannical and cold light, and he even said a cruel past in an understatement.
"—Do you know how his mother died?"
"You like him so much, can you resist not looking for him or having any contact with him for the rest of your life?" The man was pierced by a bullet, but he hadn't died immediately, and said to He Yunting mockingly.
"Do you know that your Mr. Lin has the ability to read minds? You protected him, even if you can hold back everything without saying it is useless, he will eventually hear what you are thinking, and then be tortured by the truth. —"
"boom-"
He fired another shot at the dying man.
The other party's blood splashed on his face, He Yunting's expression was silent, his blue eyes were like indifferent glaciers that never melted.
"Then let me forget about these things too."
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