But even though the man's movements were as fast as a mutant species, his hands were not heavy. The palm that grabbed Lin Jingheng's shoulder was a little careful, and the other hand was placed on his back, and then, A strong smell of wine came to me.
Lin Jingheng was shocked, and then felt that his neck was gently licked, and the two claws that were pressing on him soon began to be dishonest.
Being blindly blocked by people on the door to play hooligan, this is really a very new experience, Lin Jingheng was a little ridiculous for a while, so he had to hold down the paw that had slipped to his chest, and raised his chin to dodge a bit: "Mr. Lu, you are decent Woolen cloth?"
Lu Bixing snorted vaguely, as if he was an innocent person who was too drunk to find the north.
Lin Jingheng heard this grunt, grabbed him by the collar, lowered his head and sniffed: "Did you drink too much, or did your clothes drink too much?"
Lu Bixing, who was pretending to be drunk, was exposed on the spot: "I'm embarrassed to have sex after drinking."
He took a deep breath, leaned against the door, and put his chin on Lin Jingheng's shoulder. There were hard metal buttons and epaulettes on his shoulders, which rubbed against his face, soaked in the coldness of the night star of the morning star. A thin layer of fog formed, as if the rainy season had not yet passed. He in turn grabbed the hand that Lin Jingheng was holding him, and didn't cover it for a long time. He passed by on impulse, and Lu Bixing began to feel that he was a little abrupt.
It's true that there is entertainment at night, it's true that he drank a lot of alcohol, and spraying on his clothes is also to avoid drinking.
The group of people he received came from a very remote asteroid in the eighth galaxy. The winter there is longer than that of Beijing β. Even with a livable ecosystem, it is much colder than other places. It was broken during the civil war. The constant temperature system froze tens of thousands of people to death. The locals struggled to survive with a kind of spirits. It was Lu Bixing who secretly released the supplies. The engineering team risked their lives to sneak over there. Under the cover of local residents, it took more than half a month. , repaired the planetary temperature of the enemy army, after that, the survivors turned to the government immediately, assassinated the leader of the armed rebels, and declared that they would forever be governed by the independent government of the Eighth Galaxy.
At that time, the life-saving wine that helped them survive the harsh winter was later named "Surviving". Every year, they would send a box of collectible "Surviving Wine" to the chief as a souvenir.
Because of the biochip, Lu Bixing can decompose alcohol much faster than ordinary people. For a parallel importer like Turan, there is no problem in knocking down three of them. It was a little fluttering, and the self-control like a copper wall melted more than half, and the wine was strong and cowardly.
If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be able to do it.
It's like something that could have been done a long, long time ago.
At that time, he was too young to be shameless, and he could act like a spoiled brat, begging for a lot of love, and taking it for granted.
Lu Bixing coughed dryly: "cough, me"
In the darkness, Lin Jingheng followed the voice and turned his eyes.
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Lu Bixing could see clearly even in the dark. He saw his general leaning against the door very relaxedly, with his weight on only one leg, and the other on the side casually. Showing a bit of stingy tenderness: "Huh?"
"How do you know it's me?" Lu Bixing suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid of danger?"
"I smell it." Lin Jingheng raised his arm, brought Lu Bixing's hand in front of him, and sniffed lightly on his knuckles. The tip of his nose may or may not have touched his skin. The group went on strike, and his whole hand was numb, "I forgot to tell you, if you don't stop it, Zhan Lu will only buy Eucalyptus detergent, which is one of his unfortunate settings. Did no one say you smelled like camphor in human form? You can't hide the booze."
Lu Bixing's throat moved slightly.
"Besides the danger, whether you are afraid or not, it will come." Lin Jingheng paused, and then said meaningfully, "You have to get used to it, solve it, and don't spend too much effort on it, fear will hurt the body. of."
"Fear is a kind of self-protection that kills 10,000 enemies and damages 8,000." Lu Bixing felt that his mouth was controlled by the poisoned wine. He said, "A person who has been dismembered by five horses can be awakened by pain. He knows that if he does it again, he may be dissipated, so he will be afraid, but he will be afraid. I"
When he said this, the spirits rushing in his veins dashed from side to side like a wild horse, constantly raising his body temperature and eating away at his sanity. When he got up, it hurt Lin Jingheng's flesh and bones, but he didn't say anything, he didn't even notice.
Lin Jingheng felt like he was kneeling at the entrance of a hole, anxiously trying to lure the little snake inside to stick its head out. If there was a clue, he didn't dare to let the air out, lest it fall short and let it retract into the hole again.
Lu Bixing stumbled and said "I" three times in a row, and in the dark, he met the other person's very focused gaze.
"I'm the lonely ghost who hurts all over. I'm the one who was too scared to move. I may not be able to sew a lot of things together. I can't give you back the person you once liked a little bit. "
Lin Jingheng suddenly approached and interrupted him: "Don't you believe me?"
Lu Bixing was stunned.
"The Cyclops spoke ill of me behind my back all day, and wanted you to stay away from me. You pulled away, believe me, Prince Gloria besieged the base, and I sent a group of rookies who had just learned to use armor as bait to kill you. Seems to believe me too, I didn't promise to protect that ruined base, nor did I introduce myself to you that I'm a good person, you've been believing blindly." Lin Jingheng said, "I only promised you one thing, I Saying 'As long as you are still here, I will come back', there is only this sentence, you don't believe me, am I letting you down?"
Lu Bixing's lips trembled and he was speechless.
Lin Jingheng rubbed the back of his hand against his face: "Can you give me another chance then?"
Lu Bixing looked at him blankly.
Lin Jingheng leaned back on the door panel again: "Frankly speaking, after all these years, I really liked someone."
Lu Bixing just rushed to the top of his head, the blood light quickly cooled down, and he was dragged back to his feet by gravity, and his heart stopped beating.
"He's a thick-skinned young man." Lin Jingheng didn't seem to notice, and continued, "He ran into my room in the middle of the night to seduce me, and his technique was clumsy, but he was pretty good-looking, so I wasn't very Liuxiahui."
Lu Bixing's teeth gritted, the muscles around his body froze into a ball of cold iron, his mind roared constantly, and then he tasted blood in his mouth.
Lin Jingheng: "Because he told me, 'Since you want to kiss me, why are you holding back'?"
Lu Bixing fell down as if he stepped on the air, and his heart flickered, only to find that he was only five centimeters off the ground, and he dragged Lin Jingheng over in a frenzy.
The joys, sorrows, sorrows and sorrows followed the course that he had been doused with spirits, and completely touched Lu Bixing's insulated and heat-resistant heart over the years.
For more than ten years, he has adapted to the chip, and will not cause some destructive effects as often as at the beginning. Lin Jingheng staggered a few steps and was pushed down on the hotel bed by him. He felt like there was a well-behaved beast in the darkness. Grinding his teeth, he wanted to tear him apart and swallow him, but the sharp teeth were stuck in his neck, but he was hesitant to hold it, and he was reluctant to open his mouth.
Lin Jingheng smelled the smell of wine in his breath, mixed with the refreshing Eucalyptus, and was not used to this invisible feeling of loss of control. Although he did not express any objection, his back was dishonestly arched and stretched like a Tensioned the bow, taut, until he sensed the other's scorching heat.
Lin Jingheng sighed and relaxed like a dead clam shell, "How about you call my brother to listen?"
A bowl of scalding oil spilled into the restrained fire.
His misted metal buckle fell to the ground, bounced back and forth several times, and hit the cleaning robot's casing with a long-lasting vibrato.
"How did you do this?" Lu Bixing's fingertips ran across the long scar on his lower abdomen, "Didn't you say you've never been hurt?"
There was a sharp arc between Lin Jingheng's neck and chin, unable to speak, so he could only grab his hand in vain.
The rivers, lakes and seas on the morning star are pulled back and forth by a row of satellites, and the rising tides thrillingly set off violent waves, and then crashed down, flocking to the far-reaching memory, whirling and rolling the waves, and then timidly turned around and moved forward. , glanced in the future direction.
"you liar."
The receding tide revealed a reef, which had been written word by word.
A young man once wrote a lot of outrageous dreams on it, and wanted to do a lot of things with one person. Even if he lived to be five hundred years old, he felt that his life was too rushed.
Now that I revisit the same place, sadness and joy are inseparable. I didn't dare to cry or laugh, I just wish I couldn't melt myself into that person.
He no longer believes in fate, no longer like a wandering poet, wanting to walk along the river of history uncontested in the world, fantasizing that downstream, there will always be better scenery.
He began to understand that it was not enough to be full of blind hope, and that it was shameless to deceive oneself and convey to young people what he also no longer believed. But he was also reluctant to smash the stone statues in the central square, and he was reluctant to extinguish the torches that had finally ignited. He had to sink in the mud, carry the mountains and rivers on his back, and be the one who dug into the night.
"I'll keep you myself."
"I don't want to give you another chance, I want to sentence you to life imprisonment."
The morning star kept spinning, and the light of the eighth sun came from afar, swept across the city in the early morning, swept across the quiet square, and quickly covered the ground.
In Lu Bixing's quiet terminal, dozens of messages were instantly accumulated, triggering a special reminder. A microcurrent penetrated into the skin and stabbed him awake.
Lu Bixing had just been confused for a long time. He was stabbed like this when he was half asleep, and he bounced off the bed. Before he could open his eyes, a bunch of horrible thoughts had already popped up in his heart - Rebels? Is it because of the urgent need for combat supplies, or is it wrong that the frontline damage exceeds the warning value? After the civil war is over, what happened
He startled himself into a cold sweat before opening his eyes from the hangover. It was found that it was neither a natural wormhole, nor a mass parade that exploded in an arms factory—it was the exemplary work madness of President Lu for more than ten years, and he was already half an hour late.
Lin Jingheng: "Forget about your electricity, can you not join me?"
Only then did Lu Bixing realize that because he was holding Lin Jingheng's wrist tightly, the wake-up electric current affected Chiyu, so he quickly let go, and saw Lin Jingheng's forearm reaching the line on his wrist, with a row of bruises from finger prints. The bruises showed traces, and the mottled was very shocking.
"Why don't you say anything like this!" Lu Bixing felt so distressed that his scalp was numb, and he quickly lifted the quilt to check around.
Lin Jingheng let him watch, stretched out his arms, took out a cigarette from a coat hanging on the bedside, lit it with one hand, and flicked his finger on his forehead: "I thought it was a life sentence. In the previous session of torture to extract confessions, before I could perform, I would rather die than give in, and some people cried until they died."
Lu Bixing was a little awake, but he actually believed it, and subconsciously reached out and touched the corner of his eye: "I don't."
"What's that wet, nosebleed or saliva?"
Lu Bixing: ""
Lin Jingheng couldn't help laughing, turned his head and let out a breath of white smoke.
The two scars on his neck and lower abdomen seem to be matched. Usually, the wounds are treated too hastily, and the scars are left when there is no time for scar removal. As long as the clothes can cover them, Lin Jingheng is too lazy to deal with it afterwards. They are intertwined with beautiful muscles. People in the space force, unless they are naturally dark-skinned, or they are stinky and specialize in tanning, will always have a lingering paleness, which makes the tooth marks and finger marks on his waist, abdomen and shoulders particularly obvious.
Lu Bixing glanced over, suddenly got up without a word and rushed into the bathroom - if he hadn't moved quickly, his nosebleeds would have almost dripped onto the sheets.
Lin Jingheng: ""
He felt that his crow's mouth had entered the realm of fantasy.
"Do you want me to ask for leave for you?" Lin Jingheng put on a dress and walked to the bathroom door awkwardly, "Don't you lose too much blood? Would they think the chief was assassinated?"
Lu Bixing dumped him with water and extinguished the cigarette butt.
The nasty dry season of Morning Star came at a bad time.
The secretariat of the Galaxy City Command Center received a notice to temporarily change the schedule of the chief. The secretaries went crazy. They went to send a message to contact the chief, and found that they were all temporarily blocked. Zaiyouzai poured himself a cup of tea, ignoring the gang of colleagues who went round and round.
It was less than five minutes from the hotel where Lu Bixing stayed yesterday to the central square. Turning the corner, he could soon see the stone statue and the declaration of freedom at the foot of the statue.
Lin Jingheng stopped in front of the stone statue for a moment, looking at Lu Xin's familiar face, his eyes were calm, and the business of the tavern across the square was still booming. More than ten years ago, he had a glass of wine with the stinky Persian cat with mandarin duck eyes.
When he looked over, he seemed to see the piercing eyes of the one-eyed eagle again, beside Lu Xin, after more than ten years, he picked him from the beginning to the end, as if he was complaining to the stone statue next to him: "You Look, what kind of shit did you keep, hooking up with your precious son that you haven't met."
Fifteen-year-old Lin Jingheng was very complicated when he heard the news that Mrs. Lu was pregnant. He was so old, and he had been studying at the Ulan Military Academy for two years. Naturally, he was embarrassed to admit that he was afraid that an unborn child would be separated from Lu Xin's favor and love. attention.
But older children are also children, no matter how embarrassed they are to admit it, it is a fact that they have such a mentality.
The teenager Lin Jingheng had not been able to read out the adults' worries about the untimely child from Madam Lu's decision to get pregnant by herself, but awkwardly said to Lu Xin, "Don't give birth to someone as annoying as you are. ."
Lu Xin, who had been turned into a stone statue, smiled without saying a word, with a teasing expression on his face.
I just gave birth to someone as annoying as me, what can you do
Don't you have to like him
piss you off.
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