imperfections

Lu Bixing considers himself not a person who is infatuated with the flesh. He appreciates the beautiful human body, just like a layman appreciates popular artworks. I find endless fun in the starry sky, feel that my journey is long and full of expectations, so I don't really believe in the worship of hormones and sexual power in classical theory, and the hidden meanings in it-such as "fulfillment", "conquest", and "shame" The psychological reactions of humans seem to be exaggerated, as if they were just projections of social ideology at that time.

Even if he picked up a naked General Lin in Beijing Xingwai back then, he was so innocent that he had a clear conscience. At that time, Lin Jingheng was no different from the male models who appeared in advertisements all day long in his eyes. There is a lot of room for imagination.

But I don't know when, this person started to be different to him.

When one person is obsessed with another person's small movements such as raising eyebrows, smiling, and casually raising hands, this carbon-based skin is no longer one of the crowd. For Lu Bixing, his whole People seem to be a huge treasure, and every detail is worth pondering over and over again. Even the smell left by the detergent and dryer on the collar is refreshing, and it seems to have life, straight to the heart, like a roll of laziness. Yangyang's vines entangled him on the spot, pressed his head, and forced him to get closer.

Lu Bixing accidentally wanted to destroy his neat collar, so he suddenly turned his head and took a bite on Lin Jingheng's collar, feeling that the tip of his teeth touched the throbbing blood vessel, and Lin Jingheng trembled slightly, Lu Bixing suddenly When he came back to his senses, he looked like a frightened cub after getting into trouble, retracted his teeth embarrassingly, took a half step back, and stared at Lin Jingheng in panic from half a meter away.

His hands and feet were numb, and he was thinking wildly: "What am I, what am I doing? What am I thinking? Is he angry? Did Turan do something to me?"

But Lin Jingheng didn't get angry, nor did he sneer. His pain nerves were not well developed, and he felt like Lu Bixing had bitten him. It didn't hurt. It was a bit unexpected, so he reached out and wiped his neck, smelling a very faint smell of alcohol :"you've been drinking?"

"That's right! I've been drinking!" Lu Bixing thought suddenly after being reminded—as if those two sips of broken rice wine could explain everything, "Drunk people are prone to inexplicable excitement, and their self-control will decline."

Lu Bixing found such a natural excuse, and readily tore off his "civilized quality" face, indulged in indulgence, sniffed his breath, suddenly smiled, and whispered 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, with a little "handle with care", his lips fell down, and at the same time, he couldn't help reaching into Lin Jingheng's uniform Overcoat, through a thin shirt, exploring fingers caressed his side waist.

Lin Jingheng's feeling is a bit complicated, because for his convenience, this will be connected to the spirit net of this little mech.

A person connected to the spiritual network 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 see the outside world through the mecha spiritual network. Busy people, the command post not far away, and the one-eyed eagle staring at the gate of the command post... This person even glanced here intentionally or unintentionally!

When Lu Bixing's words "I knew you before I was born" echoed in his ears, he could also hear the broadcast of the mecha site name, and the sound of soldiers passing by here stamping their boots 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 she was about to drown in this extremely private and closed place, and at the same time, as if she was in front of the public, wantonly touching him. A cherished person in the palm of your hand.

The gaze of Lu Xinshi seemed to hit him on the 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 was nailed to the cabin door. The young man’s breath was hot and sincere, and the cabin was cold and hard. A torrent of complex senses swept over him like a torrent, arousing even more complex feelings——for more than 30 years, he Every time I dream back at midnight, I will question myself and the future painfully, those surging, hot and decadent blood, the inscription on Watto's death and the active vitality of the eight galaxies...

All this made him extremely eager, fearful, cherished, and ashamed, with mixed feelings on every inch of nerve endings that had hibernated for a long time, and they were like a forest on fire, burning out of control.

Lu Bixing suddenly said softly: "So you are not frigid, General."

Lin Jingheng pressed his hand quickly, and the hatch inside the mecha opened in response. Lu Bixing took a few steps back, and he pushed him against a small sofa.

Lin Jingheng whispered in his ear and said, "I have to leave later, the time is too tight."

Lu Bixing didn't understand what he meant, and his expression was a little confused.

His eyes are very pure, like a precipitated mountain spring, in which love and hate can be seen at a glance, and his pupils are so clear that they can be used as a mirror. Lin Jingheng hesitated for a moment, always feeling as if he was polluting a piece of snow without footprints. Feet, I don't know where to step on for a long time.

"You..." Lin Jingheng paused, "Didn't you try to like others in the eighth galaxy for so many years? Maybe you should try."

When he said this, he was very contradictory. He felt that Lu Bixing deserved better, but he couldn't think of "better".

Even though Lu Bixing had nine senses in his heart, he couldn't understand his messy emotions at that moment, so he asked very unexpectedly: "Huh? Ping my four, and kill me by the way'? Uh...It's better not to kill me completely, you can leave a breath for me to reflect deeply."

Lin Jingheng lowered her head and smiled, then shook her head, thinking: "How is that possible?"

The back of his hand brushed against Lu Bixing's chin, and with a light rub of his fingers, the buttons on his shirt automatically popped open knowingly.

It took a long time for Lu Bixing to touch his palm unexpectedly, and suddenly realized what he wanted to do, his hairs stood up tremblingly, and he couldn't tell whether he was nervous or excited.

"Don't be afraid," Lin Jingheng said softly, "I don't have so much time, I will use my hands."

Lu Bixing——this innocent young man who has been talking on paper for many years and has never seen the world, after hearing this, his soul instantly reached the second cosmic speed of the Venus, and he broke free from the gravitational force like a wild dog, as if he wanted to turn into a billiard ball. Every asteroid in the eight galaxies hit him once, making him dizzy and unable to speak, and he could only call Lin Jingheng's name upside down.

But... He was fascinated for less than a minute, and soon came back.Because the next thing is not a disaster, but it is not much worse.

Captain Turan’s guess that he can’t eat grapes and say grapes are sour is all right. Lin Jingheng really doesn’t know how to “take care” of others—Lu Bixing suspects that this person may be a “true ascetic” who pretends to be sullen in the crowd of hooligans , I didn’t even get rid of myself, not only didn’t get the point, but I was probably nervous, and I was a little bit unreasonable. This rare clumsiness successfully brought the charming atmosphere all the way to the "busy" and "overwhelmed", and the two became a mess. group.

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Lu Bixing couldn't think of how others would react in this situation. He held back for two seconds and decided to follow his heart, so he burst out laughing.

Lin Jingheng picked up the jacket that was left aside and threw it on his face: "What are you laughing at?"

The more Lu Bixing thought about it, the more he couldn't stop laughing. Holding his coat, he couldn't stop laughing. Suddenly, he felt that this angry man was closer to him than ever before. He felt a real sense of intimacy. The feeling was very subtle—anyway, if Now he would bite Lin Jingheng again on a whim, so he wouldn't worry about offending him and making him angry.

"Clean up yourself, I'm leaving." Lin Jingheng said with a straight face, "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 it out of the 'closet' next to the conference room? Go to me Is that good? My place is not far from the command post."

"Speak well, don't be coquettish," 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 mouthful: "I'll settle it."

Lin Jingheng's face was still a little uneasy, she didn't say yes, she didn't say no, she buttoned up her buttons, rearranged her appearance, although she couldn't see anything on her face, she smeared three coats of oil on her feet, turned around and left.

Lu Bixing looked at his back with a smile, and whistled at him self-taught. Lin Jingheng walked to the door of the mecha cabin, took off the spirit net, and then remembered that something was missing on him: "Give me back the coat."

Lu Bixing whistled differently, embraced Lin Jingheng's uniform jacket with all four limbs, buried his face in it, and winked at him and took a deep breath: "No."

Lin Jingheng's face was dark and helpless, frowning indulgently, if he didn't come back, he couldn't afford to offend him, so he hurried back to the command post in his shirt.

He left for a long time before Lu Bixing got up with his coat in his arms, jumping for no reason, no specific reason, just very happy, couldn't stop whistling, felt like he was writing a poem or singing a song to the cold and empty mecha, Standing and brewing for a while, I really don't have this talent, and I just jump out of some other people's sentences in a mess, and the donkey's lips are wrong. He thinks it's very interesting, and wants to write it down and send it to Lin Jingheng. Personal terminal, and found that I forgot all about it.

The mix-and-match poems and songs flowed down with his countless spark-like thoughts, leaving only his very quiet soul after the shock.

Why should there be love in all stories?Don't you have anything to write about other than that?

Only then did Lu Bixing understand a little bit, and it turned out that it was really worth writing about.He put the coat on his shoulders, and slipped out of the hidden hatch of the mech without a sound. He heard the mecha station say "all departments are in place", and walked towards the one-eyed eagle.

One-eyed Eagle just saw Lin Jingheng hastily clicked in the command post and took a group of people to the Chongsan, he was relieved, thinking that he had finished squatting, and was about to leave at this time.

Seeing Lu Bixing swaying in front of him, Cyclops knowingly asked: "Who are you looking for? What do you want?"

Lu Bixing coughed dryly on purpose: "I'm looking for General Lin, I heard that the planning map of the military factory has come out, let's take a look."

The one-eyed eagle, with a cigarette butt in his mouth, squinted at him and pretended that the design draft of the military factory plan was made by the engineering team.The one-eyed eagle curled his beak, and said with a cheap look: "General Lin, General Lin is not here. I just saw him leave, and he is going to fly to an alien planet. I don't know when he will come back, and he might go to capture the seventh galaxy by the way." Bar."

Lu Bixing said "Oh", and in front of the old Persian cat, he slowly put Lin Jingheng's coat on his body like a clothing advertisement, and showed the Cyclops all the details of the clothes in detail.

The one-eyed eagle was puzzled for a while, and suddenly realized who this military jacket belonged to. Looking at Lu Bixing's disheveled hair and breezy face, he went crazy: "Lin Jingheng is a majestic...is he transformed from a weasel! This kind of stalking You can do what you want, how shameless you are?!"

Lu Bixing blew his hooligan whistle, admiring the one-eyed eagle's beating like thunder.

The one-eyed eagle raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "Get out, don't be virtuous like me, raising you is better than raising potted flowers!"

Lu Bixing leaned on the stone steps at the entrance of the command post building, pawed the old Persian cat without pain, and shook his head: "Dad, we have been through life and death together for so long, do you admit that you misunderstood him? "

One-eyed eagle: "Misunderstand that he is a bastard? Am I mistaken?"

However, having said that, the irritability between his brows and eyes was much less. One-eyed Eagle lowered his head and took out a cigarette, and glanced at Lu Bixing, seeing his ignorant stupid son being fascinated by others. , I knew that this "Human-shaped Tiger Talisman" had long since belonged to Lin Jingheng.He could return to the alliance with a high profile, summon all the ten silver guards, and hold all Lu Xin's old troops who are fighting against the pirates on the front line.

In such a chaotic world where demons and ghosts frequently appear, a vicious person can easily turn the clouds into a storm, and it is far from necessary to be cautious and look forward and backward like him.

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 figure destined to be bloody and bloody, behind the scenes of Chief Edward, for fear of attracting strong winds and blowing down the fragile people in this wasteland. new grass.Every time he blatantly said that he wanted to see death without saving him, and every time he tossed himself to the point of near death, he was really not the material of an ambitious man.

Although the one-eyed eagle is irritable, he is not stupid. Hearing about the whereabouts of Lu Xin's old members in the alliance, he slowly and belatedly figured it out a little bit, but sometimes when he thinks about it, he is still very annoyed. The boy is too self-willed, and his stinking behavior of "I arrange everything, I don't explain, and I don't believe anyone" deserves a good 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 together with you. Why can't you love him a little bit?"

The one-eyed eagle muttered: "Lu Xin can't teach this kind of bastard, he must have grown it up by himself-what do 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 is very handsome. When I was a child, 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 told you that I picked you up from the trash can. I can't give birth to a pervert like you. Go away!" The one-eyed eagle waved his hand weakly and said in his mouth After telling Lu Bixing to roll, he stood up and rolled in a daze, and decided to grab a few small white flowers and apologize in front of the stone statue of Lu Xin.

At this time, a researcher from an engineering team hurried over: "Mr. Lu, you are here, I am looking for you!"

Lu Bixing responded enthusiastically, "What's the matter?"

"Last time you seized the encrypted files from the lair of the Anti-Uganda Society. According to your plan, we experimented with Pollo's rotary encryption and found a way. Come and have a look."

Lu Bixing jumped up.

Ten minutes later, Turan, who had a brief rest, also rushed over.

The researchers all had frenzied expressions. They basically didn’t remember what they were doing. They were all immersed in the fun of unlocking the game. I ignored the summons and concentrated on cracking the encryption.

Turan opened a small lounge next to her. After reviewing the recent military consumption for Lin Jingheng, she was writing opinions on the conscription plan of the eighth galaxy when she heard a cheer from the side. She quickly closed her personal terminal and rushed over.

On the large 360-degree screen in the center, densely packed documents and materials revealed their true faces.

The researcher tried to open a video file, and a woman was facing the camera, appearing in front of everyone.

She was wearing a researcher's white coat, her long hair was simply tied in a bunch at the back of her head, she wasn't wearing any makeup, and she was a little haggard, but her facial features were very beautiful. When those cold gray eyes looked over the screen, it was unreasonable. Feel thrilling.

Turan stared blankly at her, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

"Less than 15% of the energy system is left. The backup energy system has been blown up. I have run out of ammunition and ammunition. I am recording this passage under Lin Wei's scope."

The voice faded, the camera shook violently, and the picture froze for a while. It seemed that the tail of the mecha had been hit, and there was a burst of fire, and the people on the mecha ran past in panic.

The woman looked back and smiled: "Heavy nuclear missile, it seems that he really won't even say goodbye."