"Get out!" Lin Jingheng was furious, and gave him an elbow, "Let go!"
But this elbow seemed to be stuck on the wall, and with a muffled sound, Lu Bixing didn't even snort.
A blood vessel in his brain was about to burst, and he didn't have time to think about anything, but he could only hold Lin Jingheng tighter. He buried his face deeply on Lin Jingheng's shoulder and smelled the body temperature penetrating from the cloth.
The weak temperature poured into his nose, like a thorn, pierced into his eyebrows.
During the struggle, Lu Bixing staggered for half a step, his calf hit the small table where the guests were entertained, those naive little teacups were poured, and the two of them fell into the single sofa together.
This posture is really indecent, Lin Jingheng couldn't break his hand for a while, and was strangled by his hard wrist bone, and sneered uncontrollably: "This? It exploded when he escaped from prison, and it really exploded. Mom is not a place, go a little further, and you and Lin Jingshu can rest assured"
Lu Bixing's face sank suddenly, and his voice changed: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Lin Jingheng: "I don't know what I'm doing here!"
Lu Bixing said it calmly, which meant "let go of your hands, and make a difference". At this time, holding someone's hand is far less lenient: "In the heart of the rose, I have never asked you. , I broke into them without authorization to bring you back, and I deliberately ignored your urgent need to let the Ten Silver Guards solve the alliance without hesitation, and almost trapped myself outside the eight galaxies! I didn't want to give you back Give it to the alliance, I make my own decisions, I'm hard on others, okay!"
Lin Jingheng bowed his head and skillfully folded Lu Bixing's arm one by one, the finger was forced to loosen, and then he could hook his coat again, grabbing the air - Lin Jingheng directly took off his coat and threw it on his face , the metal buttons collide closely with the bridge of the nose of the total length.
The chip man's body couldn't feel the pain, he just felt that the button of the clothes was cold, like it was dyed with a layer of frost that only existed on the Beijing Beta Star.
Lin Jingheng's shirt hem was pulled out in half by him, the hem was wrinkled like Harden's face, several buttons were ripped off, and he was a few steps away in anger, disheveled and embarrassed.
He was silent for a while, his chest heaving from violent ups and downs to restrained deep breathing, but he couldn't seem to catch his breath, so he raised his head slightly, the muscles and bones on the side of his neck tensed, and abruptly, jagged traces appeared from under the skin. Angry to the sky.
Lu Bixing held his coat, bit his tongue, forced himself to calm down, took the lead to end the quarrel and lowered his head: "Lin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
Lin Jingheng looked at him condescendingly, her voice pressed in her throat: "Then what do you mean?"
Lu Bixing's lips pursed into a line, his hands on his knees were clasped together, and his fingers were constantly torturing each other.
The face of an adult male is more or less angular, but before, Lu Bixing's bones were covered with a thin layer of flesh, much thinner than "baby fat". The bones are plated with a layer of soft light, because the eyebrows are stretched and the corners of the mouth are always upturned, which makes them extra gentle and affectionate.
But maybe the chip accelerated his metabolism, maybe it was just tired, that thin layer of flesh is now only the skin, the edges and corners have become obvious, and even the facial features are sharpened due to the deepening of the outline, when not smiling, There was a little bit of indifference.
Lin Jingheng took a step back, leaned against the wall on the side of the living room, and closed his eyes.
Recently, Lu Bixing has actually relaxed a lot in front of him, and even aroused a little precious curiosity, and took the initiative to deceive Dr. Harden. When the expedition team successfully passed through the Heart of the Rose that day, the ground support department was all boiling, Lu Bixing mixed in with the crowd and gave him a thumbs up from a distance, he even thought that he had gradually repaired the road leading to the past. road.
Unexpectedly, before I had time to be happy, the shadowy path was smashed by the voice from the alliance.
The crisis-ridden alliance, the eighth galaxy that wants to stay safe.
If Lin Jingheng was just an ordinary person, how natural it would be to keep him. But he represented the Ten Silver Guards, who had fought against the Pirate Free Army for more than ten years, and only a pile of scrap metal remained, the Ten Silver Guards who could still control the battle. His departure and stay are mixed with many other things, personal feelings, where can they be arranged in it
After careful calculation, in fact, the problem between them existed from the very beginning, almost from the base of the stinky sister-
At that time, because Lin Jingheng also had to repair the third grade, under the premise of the "Hundred Days Rule", he reluctantly gave Lu Bixing three months of grace. The three months expired in a blink of an eye. The long-awaited Baiyinjiu abandoned the tens of millions of scum in the base. The young teacher Lu was in a dilemma, hesitating in the night of New Year's Eve, not knowing which side to be on.
But fortunately, Prince Gloria, Ares Von, discovered the base just because of Yuan Yiren's death, and made a horizontal strike, allowing them to avoid the choice of head-on conflict and dilemma.
The second time was the outbreak of the mutant rainbow virus. If they didn't have Hope's help at that time, and they couldn't get the antibody of the mutant rainbow virus, Lin Jingheng would order at the last minute to let Tulan take Baiyinjiu to leave the dying place. Eight galaxies? Lin Jingheng answered "yes" very clearly, and it was Lu Bixing's stubborn unwillingness to believe it and luck again, which stopped Death before they had to verify the answer.
The third time was that Lin Jingheng's identity was exposed, and the eighth galaxy was embattled. Lu Bixing proposed to blow up the transition point and seal the eighth galaxy. Lu Bixing felt that he should have realized that even though Lin was nominally the "Commander of the Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force" at that time, he was actually Admiral Lin of the Silver Fortress, and actually did not agree to blow up the jump point privately. He didn't want to betray the alliance, and even after receiving the information of the Ten Silver Guards, he ordered them to defend the Declaration of Freedom as soon as possible, not himself. Those people are persecuting him.
As it turns out, even then, he still nearly died for the league.
Looking back now, Lu Bixing thought, if he had been more sensitive and thought more, would he have been able to see the shadowy thread of fate and the root-deep crack between the two of them
Destiny treated him well, and gave him two chances to escape from the love and muddy person, but again and again, he didn't take them as warnings, and even complacent about his crooked talents who could always "have both". So fate slapped him in the face and piled the unavoidable contradictions naked under his nose.
The two were silent with each other for a long time, and the temperature that had just boiled gradually dropped, like a stream of fire passing by, and the ashes would be extinguished.
The electronic clock on the living room door was pacing every second, and that inch of time was almost tragic.
Lu Bixing finally opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "Don't make any noise, okay? Listen to me."
Lin Jingheng looked down at him noncommittally.
"Dr. Harden said that you were trapped in a space prison and tried to break through the blocked signal more than 2,000 times." Lu Bixing said that the information from Dr. Harden's mouth was enough for him to guess. "I have calculated that there is at least half an hour between when the Zhanlu Jing net dissipates and when it is caught by the Free Legion. People can't survive for that long under the cosmic rays after the explosion, so I guess, you should use Some way of adding a protective cover to the destroyed eco-pod, and in the process suffered severe brain trauma, Harden and the others felt that the damage was irreversible, so how much was it? How long have you been in a coma?"
"Two years," Lin Jingheng replied in a calm tone, and then he deliberately picked something out and said, "It's not as long as you think, I'm talking about Votto time."
The words "Wotto time" were harsh, and Lu Bixing's fingers were even tighter.
Guessing is guessing, and it will never be as scorching as the truth told by the man himself. His voice is astringent: "The person who saved you for two years did nothing to help, Harden said, she wants you to keep the status quo."
"That's not true. She took measures," Lin Jingheng said. "She wants to make me a standard."
Lu Bixing's knuckles "quaked" with a crisp sound.
Lin Jingheng leaned his head against the wall and stared at the ceiling for a while. The pattern on the ceiling was simple and elegant, with no unnecessary emotions and expressions.
"I used to think that as long as there is a breath, I have to see someone, I have to return to a place, and I have to fulfill a promise, so I don't dare to die, I have to dig a life out of the cracks. I don't dare to dissipate my consciousness stuck on the remaining fine net, and I will wake up by the disturbance of the stellar storm when the asteroid orbits to perihelion. I have to pretend to be amnesia, to be stupid, and to pretend to be gentle, just to get rid of the pirates. When I pretended to have some breathing room, I didn't even dare to think carefully, this 'pirate' is my sister."
When Lin Jingheng said this, he closed his mouth abruptly, vaguely feeling that the following text was hurtful and should not be said. But those words were like sour water pouring into his throat when he vomited, and he couldn't bear to go back. Lin Jingheng almost clenched his teeth before holding his breath. Unexpectedly, before he could digest it by himself, Lu Bixing suddenly said: " You 'feeled' before, and now? Now, it all makes no sense, right—you want to say that, I can see it."
He was too good at observing words and expressions, and with a glance, he forcibly dragged out Lin Jingheng's words and spread them out in front of the two of them.
"I'm not worth it." Lu Bixing continued quietly, "I don't know, what should I do to prevent you from suffering in the past 16 years, can you tell me? Jingheng, me, me I really can't bear such heavy expectations. The person you like no longer exists, and I really want to give him back to you, but I can only continue."
Lin Jingheng turned his head and wanted to say something, but Lu Bixing interrupted him again.
Lu Bixing softened his voice, just like he patiently reasoned with his bear students in his early years, he said, "Can you not lie and say that you like me no matter what I become."
"Let's all be honest, Jingheng. I know you. If you go forward like this, I can't count the year of independence and the year of Watton. Even if it's more than 20 years, right? It's a gentleman on the star of Beijing. After the turn of the war, I started to pester you in the midst of war and turmoil. Later, when you left, I repeatedly took out all the records of Zhan Lu about you. Back and forth, I unilaterally accompanied you from a dozen times. A child of 20 years old will grow up to be an admiral of the Alliance, and it will only be a hundred times with me. I know you better than you think."
"Do I occasionally remind you of the Marshal of the Alliance and the one from the Free Legion? Then you're right. I used to think they were both lunatics, but now I understand them more and more."
"What you like is 'he', in front of me, you dare not look back, but what you like is him, I know, you don't like someone who is always preoccupied and always makes you tense and tired. In the future, there may be People who persecute you like they do, aren't they?"
Lu Bixing raised his head, there was something thrilling in his eyes, like a silent storm in the depths of the darkness.
The suffocating silence spread again.
After a while, Lin Jingheng confessed as he wished.
He said, "Yes."
This word finally tore apart the whitewashed peace.
Lin Jingheng said: "I don't like to guess what you're thinking every day, and I don't like to think about what to say and what not to say. I hate tightrope personal relationships, and I don't have the patience to do things like repairing heavy-duty mechas. Trivial work, I feel very tired."
The guillotine of the guillotine fell, instantly separating the corpses.
Lu Bixing tried to squeeze a relieved smile at him, but failed. His throat rolled back and forth a few times, no sound came out, and his chest was cold, as if he was close to death.
Lin Jingheng opened the door of the meeting room and walked out. The home maintenance robot guarding the door came in, knocking and knocking on the door shaft and wall that he had damaged, making a little noise.
Lu Bixing closed his eyes. In the darkness, the footsteps of the man walking far away were clear. He wanted to jump on him desperately and grab him back like a life-saving straw, but he had no strength, just like an icy cold. The river water submerged over his head, poured into his limbs, and kept pulling him down, only to watch himself drown.
"But what can I do?"
Lu Bixing shuddered fiercely and opened his eyes suddenly.
Lin Jingheng did not leave the house, but went upstairs. On the winding stairs, he suddenly turned around and yelled at him: "I have only this meaning left in my life, can I not if I don't like it?"
Lu Bixing was stunned. He didn't know when he got up. When he came back, he heard a knock on the door upstairs, and Lin Jingheng fell on the door of the study. He came out of the study with a cold face - he remembered that Lu Bixing, as the chief executive of the eighth galaxy, often needed to hold online meetings in the study, and when he was not sure when to use it, he watched Lu Bixing's eyes that were hesitant to speak. Go straight to the attic and lock the door.
The large fish tank in the living room sparkled, a colorful tropical fish spit bubbles, and a cold war began.
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