Lu Bixing believes that he is not a person who is obsessed with the body. He appreciates the beautiful human body, just like a layman appreciates popular works of art. Find endless fun in the stars, feel that his journey is long and full of expectations, so he does not believe much in the worship of hormones and sexual power in classical theory, and the implicit in it - such as "completion", "conquest", "shame", etc. It seems that the psychological reactions of the people are exaggerated, as if they were just projections of the social ideology at that time.
Even if it was General Lin who was naked in Beijing, he was innocent and had a clear conscience. At that time, Lin Jingheng was in his eyes, no different from the male models who appeared in advertisements all day long. Lots of room for imagination.
But I don't know since when, this person started to be different to him.
When one person becomes addicted to the other person raising eyebrows, smiling, raising his hand casually, etc., this carbon-based skin is no longer one of the many living beings. For Lu Bixing, his whole People seem to be a huge treasure, and every detail is worth pondering and exploring, even the smell left by the detergent and dryer on the collar is refreshing, like life, straight into my heart, like a roll of laziness. Yangyang vines tied him on the spot, pressed his head, and forced him to get close.
Lu Bixing desperately wanted to destroy his neat collar, so he suddenly turned his head and took a bite on Lin Jingheng's collar, feeling his teeth touched the throbbing blood vessels, and Lin Jingheng trembled slightly, Lu Bixing He came back suddenly, like a frightened cub after an accident, retracted his teeth embarrassingly, stepped back half a step, and stared at Lin Jingheng in panic at a distance of half a meter.
His hands and feet were numb, and he thought wildly: "I, I, what am I doing? What am I thinking? Is he angry or angry? Did Turan do something to me?"
But Lin Jingheng didn't get angry or sarcastic. His pain meridian was not well developed. He felt as if Lu Bixing had bit him. It didn't hurt, but he was a little surprised. :"you've been drinking?"
"Yes! I drank!" Lu Bixing, who was reminded, thought to himself—as if the two mouthfuls of broken rice wine could explain everything, "drunk people are easily excited for no reason, and their self-control will decline."
Lu Bixing found such a natural excuse, he readily tore off his "civilized quality" face, and reluctantly went back, sniffing his breath, suddenly smiled, and whispered like nonsense: " General, did I know you before I was born, otherwise why would I like you so much?"
Lin Jingheng was shocked.
Lu Bixing looked at his face, took a small breath, closed his eyes, and with a little "handle with care", his lips fell, and at the same time, he couldn't help reaching into Lin Jingheng's uniform The coat, through the thin shirt, stroked his side waist with adventurous fingers.
Lin Jingheng's feeling is a bit complicated, because for the sake of convenience, he will be connected to the fine net of this small mecha.
A person connected to the fine net is equivalent to having two sets of perception systems - when he opens his eyes, his eyes can not only see the young people who are close at hand, but also can see the busy outside through the mecha net. The busy people, the command post not far away, and the one-eyed eagle eyeing the door of the command post, this person also glanced over here intentionally or unintentionally!
When Lu Bixing's words "Did you know you before you were born" echoed in his ears, he could also hear the announcement of the mecha's name, and the sound of the soldiers' boots stomping on the ground in unison.
Lin Jingheng was surrounded by the faint smell of sweet wine, immersed in Lu Bixing in all directions, as if he was about to drown in this extremely private and closed place, and at the same time, he seemed to be in the public, wantonly touching him on the People who are cherished in the palm of your hand.
The sight of Lu Xin's stone statue seemed to hit his back through most of the Galaxy City, the military base and the thick hatch of the mecha.
He felt like he was floating in mid-air and nailed to the door, the young man's breath was hot and sincere, the cabin was cold and hard, a torrent of complex senses swept through him like a torrent of more complex feelings—more than thirty years Every time he dreamed back at midnight, he questioned himself and the pain of the future, the surging, hot and decadent blood, the inscription on Votto's death and the active vitality of the eight galaxies.
All this made him extremely longing, extremely fearful, extremely cherished, and extremely embarrassed, and his feelings were mixed on the end of every inch of hibernation for a long time. They were like a forest ignited by flames, burning out of control.
Lu Bixing said suddenly and softly: "So you are not cold, General."
Lin Jingheng held his hand suddenly, the hatch inside the mecha opened in response, Lu Bixing stepped back a few steps, and he was next to a small sofa.
Lin Jingheng whispered in his ear and said, "I have to leave in a while, time is too cramped."
Lu Bixing didn't understand what he meant, and his expression was a little confused.
His eyes are very pure, like a precipitation mountain spring, love and hate can be clearly seen in it, and his pupils are so clear that they can be used as mirrors. Lin Jingheng hesitated for a while, always feeling like he was polluting a piece of snow without footprints, he lifted up his eyes. Feet, I don't know where to step on for a long time.
"You" Lin Jingheng paused, "haven't you ever tried to like someone in the eighth galaxy for so many years? Maybe you should try."
When he said this, he was very contradictory, and felt that Lu Bixing deserved better, but he couldn't think of how good "better" was.
Even though Lu Bixing had nine orifices in his heart, he couldn't read his chaotic emotions at that moment, and asked very unexpectedly, "Ah? Lin, your style shouldn't be 'If I dare to gossip, I'll blow up my three, move it. Level up my fourth, and then kill me by the way'? Uh, you don't want to kill all of them, you can take a breath and give me a deep reflection."
Lin Jingheng lowered his head and smiled, shook his head, and thought, "How is that possible?"
The back of his hand brushed Lu Bixing's chin, and with a light touch of his fingers, the button on his shirt automatically popped open.
Lu Bixing, who had been daring to move for a long time, was caught off guard and got into close contact with his palm, and suddenly realized what he wanted to do.
"Don't be afraid," Lin Jingheng said softly, "I don't have that much time, I'll use my hands."
Lu Bixing - this innocent young man who has been talking about soldiers for many years and has never seen the world, after listening to this, his soul instantly reached the second cosmic speed of Qixing, and he broke free of gravity like a wild dog, as if he was about to incarnate into a billiard ball and put the eighth cosmic speed. Every asteroid in the galaxy collided once, making him dizzy and speechless, only calling Lin Jingheng's name upside down.
But he was in a trance for less than a minute, and soon came back. Because the next thing, not a disaster is not much worse.
Captain Turan's guess that he couldn't eat grapes and said the grapes were sour was all right. Lin Jingheng was really not good at "taking care" of others - Lu Bixing suspected that this person might be a "true abstinence" who pretended to be sullen among the gangsters. He didn't even get rid of himself, not only was it pointless, but he was probably nervous, and a little bit indifferent. This rare clumsiness successfully brought the charming atmosphere all the way to "busy" and "left and right", and the two were in a mess. .
Lin Jingheng: ""
Lu Bixing couldn't think of how others would react in such a situation, he held it for two seconds and decided to follow his heart, so he burst out laughing.
Lin Jingheng picked up the coat that he had put aside and threw it on his face: "What are you laughing at!"
The more Lu Bixing thought about it, the more ironic he felt. Holding his coat, he couldn't stop laughing. Suddenly, he felt that this shy and angry man was closer to him than ever before, and he felt a real intimacy. If he bites Lin Jingheng again on a whim, he won't worry about offending him and making him angry.
"Clean up yourself, I'm leaving." Lin Jingheng sternly said, "What are you doing!"
Lu Bixing reached out and hooked his shirt, and pulled out the hem of his tied shirt. Lu Bixing wiped away the tears from his laughter: "Hey, can you move out of the 'closet' next to the conference room? Go to me Is that okay? Mine is not far from the command post."
"Speak well, don't act like a spoiled child," Lin Jingheng snatched back the hem of his shirt, "Where's your dad, tie it up?"
Lu Bixing opened his mouth and blew a big bull: "I'll settle it."
Lin Jingheng's face was still a little bit overwhelmed. He didn't say yes or no. He buttoned up and reorganized his appearance. Although he couldn't see anything on his face, three layers of oil were smeared under his feet, and he turned around and left.
Lu Bixing looked at his back with a smile, and whistled at him without a teacher. Lin Jingheng walked to the door of the mecha cabin, removed the fine net, and remembered what was missing on his body: "Give me the coat."
Lu Bixing's whistle turned to a whistle, and he hugged Lin Jingheng's uniform jacket with all four limbs, buried his face on it, winked at him and took a deep breath: "No."
Lin Jingheng was helpless with a dark face, frowned and condoned. If he didn't come back, he wouldn't be able to offend him, so he hurriedly put on his shirt and went back to the command post.
After he left for a long time, Lu Bixing got up holding his coat, jumping for no reason, no specific reason, just very happy, the whistle couldn't stop, he felt that he was writing a poem or singing something to the cold and empty mecha, After thinking about it for a while, he really didn't have this talent, and he would just jump out some other people's sentences in a mess, and he thought it was very interesting, and he wanted to write it down and send it to Lin Jingheng. Terminal, and found myself completely forgotten.
The mix of poems and songs followed his countless spark-like thoughts, leaving only his very quiet soul after the shock.
Why should all stories have love? Do you have nothing to write about other than that
It was only at this moment that Lu Bixing realized that it was really worth writing about. He draped the coat over his shoulders and slipped silently out of the hatch hidden by the mecha. He heard the mecha saying "All departments are in place" and walked towards Cyclops.
The one-eyed eagle just saw Lin Jingheng hurriedly ordering a Mao in the command post, and took a group of people to the third.
Seeing Lu Bixing swaying in front of him, the one-eyed eagle asked knowingly, "Who are you looking for? What do you want to do?"
Lu Bixing coughed deliberately: "Look for General Lin, I heard that the plan of the military factory has come out, let's take a look."
One-eyed Hawk dipped his cigarette butt and squinted at his outfit—the design draft of the plans for the military factory was created by the engineering team. The one-eyed eagle twitched his mouth and said in a cheap manner: "General Lin, General Lin is not here, I just saw him leave, he is going to fly to an alien planet. I don't know when he will come back, maybe he will go to capture a seventh galaxy by the way. Bar."
Lu Bixing said "oh", and in front of the old Persian cat, he slowly draped Lin Jingheng's coat over his body like a clothing advertisement, and showed Cyclops all the details of the dress in detail.
The one-eyed eagle was inexplicable for a while, and suddenly realized who this military coat belonged to, and then looked at Lu Bixing's messy hair and spring breeze, and went crazy: "Lin Jingheng is a weasel! This kind of stealth. It can be done, so shameless?!"
Lu Bixing blew the rogue whistle, admiring the one-eyed eagle's rage.
The one-eyed eagle raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "Fuck off, don't scatter virtue with me, it's better to raise a potted flower than to raise you!"
Lu Bixing leaned on the stone steps at the entrance of the command post building, took the old Persian cat's paw without any pain, and shook his head: "Dad, everyone has been born and died together for so long, do you admit that you have misunderstood him? "
Cyclops: "Misunderstood he's a bastard? Did I misunderstand?"
However, with that being said, the irritability between his brows was much less. The one-eyed eagle lowered his head and took out a cigarette. He glanced at Lu Bixing and saw that his ignorant silly son was fascinated by two hundred and fifty things. , I knew that this "human-shaped tiger talisman" had long since returned to Lin Jingheng. He could return to the alliance in a high-profile manner, summon Qi Baiyin Ten Guards, and hold all Lu Xin's old troops who were fighting against the pirates on the front line.
In such a chaotic world where monsters and monsters frequently appear, a vicious person can easily turn clouds and rains, far from having to be as cautious and cautious as he is.
He kept the secret of Lu Bixing's life experience tighter than himself. He stayed in the eighth galaxy, and even carefully hid himself, a character destined to be bloody, behind the scenes of Chief Edward, for fear of attracting strong winds and blowing down the fragile creatures on this wasteland. new grass. Every time he speaks out loudly and wants to die, and every time he tossed himself to the brink of death, it is really not a careerist's material.
Although the one-eyed eagle is irritable, he is not stupid. Hearing about the whereabouts of Lu Xin's former members in the alliance, he gradually understands a little bit, but sometimes when he thinks about it, he is still very angry and feels that Lin Jingheng is this The boy is too stubborn, and his stinky virtue of "I arrange everything, I don't explain, I don't believe anyone" deserves a stinky beating.
Lu Bixing said, "You said he was the adopted son of General Lu Xin. Isn't that someone you followed? Lin also built the square and the new government with you. Why can't you love him a little more?"
The one-eyed eagle muttered: "Lu Xin can't educate this kind of bastard, he must have grown up blind and fucking - what did you like about him, do you owe someone abuse?"
Lu Bixing blurted out, "He looks handsome."
The one-eyed eagle couldn't refute, and was choked up by him.
"He looks so handsome. When I was young, I could lick his photos for a long time. Admit it, Dad?"
"Who's your dad? I'm not your dad, how many times have I said it, I picked you up from the trash can, I can't give birth to a two-hundred-fifteen-colored wolf like you, roll!" The one-eyed eagle waved his hand weakly and said in his mouth After landing Lu Bixing to roll, he got up and rolled in despair, and decided to take a few small white flowers to the stone statue of Lu Xin to apologize.
At this time, a researcher of the engineering team hurried over: "Mr. Lu, you are here, I am looking for you!"
Lu Bixing responded with high spirits: "What's the matter?"
"Last time you seized the encrypted files from the anti-Ukrainian association's lair. We tested the Poirot rotation encryption according to your plan, and found a way. Come and have a look."
Lu Bixing jumped up.
Twenty minutes later, Turan, who was simply resting, also rushed over.
The researchers all looked frantic. Ji no longer remembered what they were doing. They were all immersed in the fun of unlocking the game. Lu Bixing held a short meeting with a group of tech nerds from the eight galaxies. The summons ignored him and focused on cracking the encryption.
Turan opened a small lounge next to her, and reviewed the recent armament consumption for Lin Jingheng. When she was writing her opinion on the Eighth Galaxy Recruitment Plan, she heard a cheer from the side. She hurriedly closed her personal terminal and rushed over.
I saw that on the 360-degree big screen in the center, the densely packed documents and materials revealed their true colors.
The researcher attempted to open a video file showing a woman facing the camera, in front of everyone.
She was wearing a researcher's white lab coat, her long hair was simply tied at the back of her head, and she was a little haggard with no powder on, but her facial features were very beautiful. When those cold gray eyes looked through the screen, it was unreasonable. Feel thrilling.
Turan was stunned, looking at her, a strange feeling rose in his heart.
"Less than 15% of the energy system is left, and the backup energy system has been blown up. I'm out of ammunition, and I'm recording this passage under Lin Wei's scope."
The voice fell, the camera shook violently, and the picture took a while, and you could see that the tail of the mecha seemed to be hit, burst into flames, and the people on the mecha ran past in panic.
The woman looked back and smiled: "Heavy nuclear missile, it seems that he really refuses to even say goodbye."
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