imperfections

Early in the morning is the most difficult time for people to wake up. Lu Bixing was exhausted all day, and he didn't know what time to wait for him. He was still dead asleep compared to the last time he came to deliver the crystal ball. His whole body was shot ten centimeters in by the door that suddenly opened Just woke up.

Lin Jingheng noticed the large object at the door, and hurriedly moved the door back a little bit. Lu Bixing slid down along the door plank, struggling to crawl on all fours while sliding. His eyelids seemed to be covered with glue. He didn't open it, he swayed in place for a long time, a long pleat on the shirt stretched from the shoulder to the other side of the waist, the handsome principal Lu seemed to be against Lin Jingheng's "wardrobe", every time he came in, the elegant scholar image is gone.

Lin Jingheng asked, "Why do you sit on the floor every time you come?"

Lu Bixing——The part of his brain that masters language has not yet awakened, so he stood there in a daze, squinting and staring at him a little bit angrily, as if he didn't understand this sentence.

When Lin Jingheng landed on Venus, she had already heard about Hope’s accidental escape and Turan’s furious rage. All the way from the transceiver station to the command post, she was really worried step by step. Style suddenly fell [-] feet.

"Don't you feel cold? Doesn't your neck hurt?" Lin Jingheng sighed, picked up Lu Bixing's arm with a few fingers, and led him to the bed, "Sleep here."

Without saying a word, Lu Bixing fell down straight like a wooden stake, and he smashed a human-shaped hole in the snow-white and flat bed sheet.

Lin Jingheng looked at him for a while, and the eyes stained by the cool mist before dawn warmed up a little, feeling a little helpless.

He was about to go to the closet to take off his gun and some small protective armor and other trivial things. Just as he turned around, Lu Bixing got up again like a corpse, without opening his eyes, and groped behind him.

Lin Jingheng went back to the door to change his shoes, and he followed to the door with sleepwalking steps, opened the closet to find something, he followed to the closet, went into the bathroom, he followed...this time he was locked outside.

Lu Bixing stared at the locked bathroom door in a daze for a few seconds, yawned, and woke up. He hissed, twisted his sore neck tendons, and ran the entire distance with a slow reflex arc. , answered Lin Jingheng's question when she entered the door with a nasal voice: "Why don't I sit on the ground? There is only one bed in your shabby house, not even a chair."

Lin Jingheng's voice was mixed with the sound of water, and came through a door: "You are not allowed to sit on the bed, why, are you afraid that I will take advantage of you?"

He didn't reply to Lu Bixing's remote message all day long. They would go through countless transition points on the way back. Every time they reached a transition point, the mecha would scan the matching communication key and give him a reminder, but this person He just doesn't look at it, just ignores it. He seems to be as tough as iron to others, to the world, and even to Lu Bixing. Wherever there is a crack, he has to close the door and hide to repair it.

He can take off his clothes, but he refuses to show his wounds to anyone. In this regard, Lu Bixing is also treated equally.

Lu Bixing waited for him for more than 20 hours without saying a word. He was terrified and exhausted, and even had a nightmare about him leaving without saying goodbye.

Although he knew that Lin was such a person and couldn't be harsh, Lu Bixing still couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. The way he expressed his aggravation was that he stretched out his hand to pull his collar, slapped the bathroom door, and shouted: "Take advantage of me." ? Come on, open the door, occupy!"

The bathroom door opened with a "swipe", Lu Bixing was caught off guard, and the hand that knocked on the door directly patted Lin Jingheng's body, warm water dripped from his hair, dripped down his wide and flat shoulders, and flowed across his chest , and merged into the distinct abdominal muscles, Lu Bixing seemed to have touched the switch, retracted his claws with a voice of "Aw", took a step back, and hit his back against the wardrobe door.

Lin Jingheng was deliberately teasing him, the corners of her mouth trembled quickly, she held back her smile, and said expressionlessly, "Go away, don't make trouble."

Lu Bixing first followed the good habits of a gentleman, and subconsciously hid his eyes for a while, then came back to his senses, thinking: "Don't you dare to show me and still dare not look?"

So he shrugged his shoulders a little paralyzed, loosened his legs on purpose, leaned against the closet door, blew his hooligan whistle as if boldly, and looked back very provocatively, but recently the Galaxy City has entered the dry season, and the sky is dry. The temperature difference between day and night became very large. He lay on the cold floor for half a night. He didn't know if he caught a cold or something, and his nose suddenly felt a little itchy.

Five seconds later, I saw Lu Bixing, a "fat man" with a swollen face, in a posture of not admitting defeat, from his neck to his face, slowly turning red all the way visible to the naked eye, and then he stretched out his two legs Shrunk back, pulled the clothes forward, looked down at something very intriguing, and shrank from a crab to a shrimp in the posture of leaning on the big wardrobe.

A faint smile appeared in the corner of Lin Jingheng's eyes, and he closed the door again with his hands back.

Lu Bixing seemed to be a little worried about himself, and rubbed his fingers under his nose to make sure that no shameful liquid flowed out: "You are in good shape, General, but there is an extra bath towel."

Lin Jingheng ignored his provocation.

Lu Bixing was silent at the door for a while, and after a while, he said to himself, "There is an automatic anti-noise isolator on the bed sheet. If I fall asleep, I might not be able to hear the door."

His voice was not loud, but the door was not closed tightly. Lin Jingheng heard every word. He raised his eyes slightly, and settled there in the dense water vapor.

"You..." Lu Bixing's eyes fell on the crack of the door, only seeing a little light, and nothing else.

He thought, Lin Jingheng obviously didn't need to be comforted, otherwise he wouldn't cut off the communication and hide himself.

In fact, except for abnormally gifted perverts, every mortal person needs care and love.

For those people who are easy to get along with, they are like having a healthy stomach, they can digest and absorb everything they eat, just pat him and say a few words of comfort, even if it is perfunctory or even inappropriate, he can take care of it on his own Get enough kindness.

But Lin Jingheng is obviously a person who is prone to "indigestion" in this regard. Even though he cherishes and is sensitive to the feelings given by others, in fact, the way most people express them makes him uncomfortable.

Lu Bixing weighed his words back and forth for a moment, carefully chose a way, and said, "I was dreaming just now, and I dreamed that you left without saying a word."

Lin Jingheng: "Where have I been?"

"I don't know, anyway, it's not the first time you left without saying goodbye." Lu Bixing said, "Back then, you were invited to a base of the Freedom Legion on Star β in Beijing. I contacted Bai Yinjiu to be on standby outside the territory—in fact, I didn’t plan to come back at that time, did I?”

Lin Jingheng didn't say a word, which was a tacit consent.

If Lu Bixing hadn't accidentally chased the student there back then, he might never have seen this person again.

So what happens after that?

Lin Jingheng felt that he would take action to plunder the supplies of the refugees in the underground waterway. After all, his blood was cold, and he might think that he had punished a bunch of scum who would not save them, and felt that he was just.

Then he didn't care about the life and death of these people, so he was able to contact Silver Nine very quickly, slaughtered Prince Gloria vigorously, returned to the Seven Star System, and fought to the end in emptiness and anger.Maybe they will reluctantly fight for the alliance, maybe they will stand on their own hills, maybe they will mess up the already out-of-hand situation, push the world into a deeper abyss, and then become a sacrifice to the abyss.

"I dreamed that I sent you a remote message every second. Anyway, you will always pass the communication point. It's best to annoy you with mecha prompts. But you just haven't heard from me. I think you may have gone to the Internet Encrypted transition point outside, or simply left the eighth galaxy."

I worry about you.

Lu Bixing originally wanted to pretend to be pitiful, but when he said this, his heart suddenly "thumped", and he felt sad on his own. He paused for a moment, and murmured: "I can't keep you? Anyway, if you want to Go, no one can keep you, right."

He thought: I have [-] points for you, how much do you have for me?

Lu Bixing has always been a very sensitive person, and it shouldn't be difficult for him to judge this point, but as he talked, he suddenly became uncertain, after all, he once had an experience of being passionate.

The sound of the water stopped at some point, and the bathroom door opened. Lin Jingheng came out this time wearing a bathrobe.

"I just thought, if you get tired of Galaxy Eight, and me..."

"Before I make a decision, I don't have the habit of greeting people." Lin Jingheng said, "Unless someone reminds me in time and I think it is necessary, but most of the time, you know..."

Lu Bixing smiled wryly: "I know, I've read the gossip, General Lin is the famous 'will be away, love so and so'."

"Two years ago, I wanted to leave, and I wouldn't tell you." Lin Jingheng paused, as if he felt that the next words were a bit difficult to say, but he hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "Now, as long as you are here, I will won't go."

Lu Bixing was taken aback.

Lin Jingheng looked at him, and added: "Even if I have to leave for a while, as long as you are still here, I will come back."

Lu Bixing was a little stunned by this windfall, and had forgotten that he was beating around the bush to express his worries at the beginning. He held his breath gently: "What's the difference between two years ago and now?"

"We were friends two years ago."

Lu Bixing originally wanted to ask him, "That's how you treat your friends", but after thinking about it, since he himself admitted that the one-eyed eagle is also a friend, it seems that "Lin's friend" is quite polite to him in this way.

He asked persistently: "What about now? General, do you usually talk like squeezing toothpaste in the army?"

Lin Jingheng smiled, turned her head and said, "I just yelled at you to rest, let's sleep for a while."

However, with Lu Bixing's vitality, he can shine brightly if he can give some sunshine. At this time, he has resurrected himself with full blood, jumped up in one step, and hugged Lin Jingheng: "A friend who goes up is a 'special' friend, right? "

Lin Jingheng let him have fun in the middle of the night without saying anything, thinking: "That's not right."

A "special friend" is an uncertain relationship between two ends. If it develops in the direction of positive infinity, it will be fascinated. "The living can die, and the dead can live." It may be running towards infinity, the light one is "one shot and two separate, no contact with each other", and the serious one is "sadness and resentment, which turns into hatred".

But he won't, Lin Jingheng thought, he is not sure about Lu Bixing, there is a lower limit, but no upper limit.

Even if one day this spring dream wakes up, Lu Bixing will be fresh enough to tire of his boredom.

There is still about an hour, and the sky is about to dawn. Lin Jingheng calculated the time, took out a set of clean clothes and refreshing coffee, and did not plan to go to bed: "Hope is running away at this time, I suspect that he is not just an anti-Ukraine A person who was defeated and persecuted in the internal struggle, otherwise, where else could he escape? He probably still has his own supporters and has been in contact with the outside world. In this way, the real armed situation of the eight galaxies may be exposed. We had better Take precautions—you can sleep for a while, and I will discuss it with Turan and the others."

"Hope won't." Lu Bixing struggled to bring back his sanity that was floating in mid-air, and rubbed the center of his brows, "I really hate your behavior of insisting on changing the topic halfway through your confession. I don't know what you can't say. Read a book and study it?"

Lin Jingheng nodded indulgently: "Okay."

Lu Bixing: "..."

This "good" is a bit foul.

He coughed dryly, and sat by the bed for a while: "Hope...Hope is a little scheming, but he's not crazy, otherwise he wouldn't risk betraying the Anti-Ugly Society to help us, the farm base , He did it very carefully and beautifully. He has things he opposes and ideals he pursues. He is a person who really wants to make the barren land full of flowers. If he didn't believe in it himself, it would not be so easy to persuade others to follow him. "

Lin Jingheng looked up at him in surprise.

"My intuition may not be right." Lu Bixing said, "If it is true as you said, Hope has been in touch with his supporters, then he could have run away long ago, why did he stay as a volunteer for such a long time? What? Deleted the second half of the list, of course he also had a chance to destroy the secret folder - I think he left it on purpose for us to see, he is using his own method to explain the ins and outs of this mess to us, hope Let's not get involved in a muddle-headed way, and we can protect the eight galaxies whose ecology is still very fragile. It is possible that we will still be enemies in the future, but now, I think he will not only not expose us, but will actively help cover it up. Judging by his age, it should be Dr. G... Laura, and even Dr. Harden joined the Anti-Uganda Society when they were active. I believe that the first rebels had a fire in their hearts."

When he mentioned "Laura", he glanced at Lin Jingheng cautiously: "You know there is a strange phenomenon-those people who have really changed the world in history, they are often unintentional. The road, going to the cusp of the storm, was chosen by history, and by chance, it became that important role. And those who have firm beliefs at the beginning and stretch out their hands to challenge the world, on the contrary, are often pushed in unexpected directions by the storm of fate. Our Species don't seem to be born with enough sense, right? Dr. Laura's original vision must not be what it is now."

Lin Jingheng finally realized that Lu Bixing was being coquettish and reasonable tonight, and he was just comforting him carefully. He could feel his rejection of the management committee, and he would even pay attention not to mention Laura's surname "Gordon", every word and every word was on tiptoe. It's like stepping on your feet.

Lin Jingheng seemed to be pricked by a tiny needle: "Well."

Lu Bixing stretched out his hand to him: "So can you relax a bit now and then? Have a good sleep."

Lin Jingheng clasped his hand, rubbed gently on his fingers for a moment, raised her eyes with deep eyes: "How can you let me sleep well when you are here?"

Lu Bixing instinctively felt that Lin Jingheng's words did not mean that he wanted to send him away because he thought he occupied the bed, so his throat rolled slightly.

Lin Jingheng bent slightly and leaned in front of him: "Can I?"

Lu Bixing thought helplessly, what's wrong with this?

He felt that at this time, even if Lin Jingheng asked him to die, he would have no choice but to offer it with both hands.

In the blink of an eye, young theorists who have never experimented have gone through the theories they have read in their childhood pornographic books in their minds. They feel that although this kind of thing originated from impulse, it still requires a little technology. General Lin's "technical ", he is completely unprepared today, and I am afraid that he will not end well.

When the two were entangled together, Lu Bixing felt pain and joy in his heart: "What is it to get Lin Jingheng? Go all out."

However, although I have made enough mental preparations, it is still not easy to force myself to relax when the time comes.

Lu Bixing endured the pain and remained silent, the veins on the arms that tightened Lin Jingheng's waist burst out.At the same time, I glanced at the head of the bed intentionally or unintentionally—there is an emergency medicine box button on the head of the bed. After clicking on it, there are standing medical equipment and medicines in the bedside cabinet, which can be reached with one's hand.

Lin Jingheng stopped suddenly: "Does it hurt you?"

Lu Bixing gritted his teeth and took a breath, forced a smile at him: "No."

Lin Jingheng pinched his chin, kissed the corner of his mouth lightly, reached out and wiped his sweaty forehead, and let him go slowly.

Lu Bixing: "Well, what?"

Lin Jingheng: "Come on."

Lu Bixing didn't realize what this sentence meant for a while, and looked at him blankly.

Lin Jingheng flicked the bridge of his nose with her fingers, reached out and pressed the button of the emergency medicine box, a hidden drawer slowly opened, a full set of anti-inflammatory and labor pain medicines were lying in the medicine box brand new without unpacking: "I said you come , do you want me?"

There was a hum in Lu Bixing's mind, and he was dizzy for a moment, then he stammered: "I, I, I... can I, can I?"

The author has something to say: Look at the light rope—baji~