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"After that battle, after he came back, he stayed in the psychological monitoring center for a long time, called 'rehabilitation'. Many of our people who came back alive went to recuperate, but they left for a short month or a long three months. .Either returned to the fleet, or retired. Only He Huan, he stayed for half a year."

Xu Chong lowered his head and tightened his fingers, the phalanges turned white from the force.

"Wu Run is his attending doctor, right?" He Xing asked.

"Well. I know that Wu Run has eaten your fist, but I still have to say that as the most famous psychotherapist in the fleet, Wu Run has saved many operators. After He Huan returned, although he still looked The way he used to be, he would joke with us, and deliberately come to pry our corners, but...it’s different. He is different from the He Huan I know, even though I don’t know what’s different.”

"The person is back, but the soul doesn't seem to be in the body." He Xing said.

Xu Chong was stunned: "Yes! Yes! That's the feeling!"

He Xing lowered his eyes, remembering that when he came back from that battle, the first thing he did when he woke up was to ask where Guan Cheng was.

When the medical staff regretfully told him that he was the only survivor in the entire battleship, He Xing felt pain in breathing, and everything around him became dark. He seemed to be back in that cramped and stuffy cabin again, racing against time To rush back.

"I heard that Guan Cheng rescued He Huan in the Battle of Dark Nightmare, so Wu Run has always wanted to find the audio and video of Guan Cheng, and wanted to encourage He Huan. He even came to ask me, because Guan Cheng and I were on the moon We worked together for a while in the fortress."

He Xing was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned his face: "What did you say? Who saved He Huan in the Battle of Black Nightmare?"

"Guancheng." Xu Chong paused, "Oh, that's right. You and Guancheng were on the same battleship in the Battle of Black Nightmare. Do you have any impression?"

"Huh? No... I wasn't in the position of fire controller from the beginning, but I was forced to replace it in the last few hours."

He Xing frowned and thought hard for a long time.

"His battleship number at that time was 21. This is why the new generation of battleship [Kuanglan] should be numbered 00 or 01, but he insisted on using 21 as the number."

After Xu Chong's voice fell, something flashed in He Xing's mind. Every cell from the brain to the body trembled as if it had been electrified.

"His battleship number at that time was... 21?"

"That's right, I won't remember it wrong." Xu Chong replied, "After all, he is still using this number."

"I...I see..." He Xing put down the plate and stood up.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Xu Chong tugged at He Xing, "Is it because I mentioned Guancheng?"

"No... no. It's because I... It's because my memory is so bad. I didn't realize..."

He Xing's heart was beating faster and faster, beating harder and harder, as if a fist had been slammed into the closed darkness, it was dull and heavy.

He was really stupid. From the first time he met He Huan, he was full of hostility. He didn't think about understanding him. He was only thinking about how to stay away from He Huan.

He didn't like He Huan's smile, he didn't like He Huan's feeling that he couldn't see through, and he didn't like all the ways he approached him.

But He Huan knew who he was from the beginning to the end, and gave him everything he needed, including a sense of security.

He Huan didn't happen to watch that game, nor did he discover his ability to pilot a battleship by chance, but he knew it all along.

Obviously let the fleet recall him, he will always be by He Huan's side, no matter how reluctant he is, he will live and die together.

But He Huan didn't.

The process of one person waiting for another to open up is painful and lonely.

But He Huan chose to remain silent.

He Xing knew why, because once He Huan said it - "You once saved me, and I have been looking for you", he would soften his heart, and he would take it as his responsibility to accompany He Huan, and to protect He Huan regarded it as compensation for Guan Cheng.

He Huan saw through all this, so he chose to bear it alone.

He Xing was running in the fortress, and almost bumped into several staff members in the fortress.

"Hey! He Xing! Slow down!"

He Xing couldn't hear or see anything.

His blood was congealed, but he couldn't feel the flow of air even though he was running.

In fact, like He Huan, something in the deepest part of his heart has been sealed in the stuffy cabin, so tense that he forgot to panic, and used all his senses to welcome the arrival of death.

None of them really came back.

He Xing ran all the way, he was not going to He Huan's bedroom, but the real exit.

When he opened the door of He Huan's room, he was out of breath. He Huan was sorting out his housework and folding He Xing's T-shirt. The white light above his head passed through his eyelashes and fell on the tip of his nose. He lowered his head The appearance is very gentle.

"What's the matter?" He Huan raised his head and saw that He Xing's hair was messed up and his forehead was sweaty. He couldn't help laughing, "Did you say you ate too much and exceeded the restaurant's limit?"

It was with great difficulty that He Xing recovered his breathing, his throat rolled, and he was a little nervous.

"He Huan, have you ever admired anyone?" He Xing looked into He Huan's eyes and asked seriously.

He obviously had a definite answer in his heart, but the moment he saw He Huan, He Xing became unconfident instead.

In He Huan's heart, was the person who saved the battleship No. 21 in one blow, Guan Cheng, or him?

"Well, why did you ask that suddenly?" He Huan put down what he was doing, stood up, and walked in front of He Xing.

He brushed He Xing's sweaty forehead hair with his fingers, and the smile on his lips softened the light.

"I just want to know." He Xing said.

As if thinking of something funny, He Huan lowered his head and squinted his eyes and smiled: "I'm afraid I'm telling the truth, you won't believe me."

"I believe."

I believe everything you say.

"you."

He Huan's voice was very soft. If He Xing hadn't been looking forward to that answer for a long time, he might really not be able to tell what He Huan was talking about.

"Am I that good?"

He Xing's throat was choked up badly, as if thousands of emotions were pouring out of his body, trying to express them with words, so they were all blocked in his throat.

"You are amazing." He Huan raised his eyes and looked at He Xing.

His eyes are deep.

He Xing once heard others describe that there are stars and seas in his eyes, but He Xing did not see stars and seas in He Huan's eyes.

What he saw was the way home.

It is the infinite sea of ​​stars, the other side of turning back.

"How powerful is it?" He Xing took another step forward, got closer, bent down, and looked into He Huan's eyes from bottom to top.

"One shot hits the mark, and there is no false attack." He Huan said.

"Where did I hit?" He Xing asked again.

He Huan didn't answer him, but turned around, opened the closet, took out a set of uniforms folded squarely, and held it in front of He Xing.

"It was sent by the logistics department. Their actions are really fast."

He Xing lowered his head and saw the second lieutenant's shoulder badges on both sides.

"Let's try it on. If it doesn't fit, you can send it to have it changed." He Huan said.

He Xing stood still, looked at He Huan and said, "Change it for me."

He Huan paused, showing a funny expression: "Baby, are you acting like a baby to me?"

"Brother, change it for me." He Xing said again.

He Huan's fingers trembled visibly.

"There's something wrong with you, is it itchy?" He Huan raised his eyes and asked with a smile.

For some reason, He Xing suddenly became sensitive to everything about He Huan.

Including He Huan's eyes became dark, and his breathing also became different heat.

"I'm not itchy. My heart is itchy." He Xing scratched He Huan's ear with his fingers.

He Huan always treated him like this before, which made him feel itchy and embarrassed.

At this time, the person whose ears were scraped was replaced by He Huan, and He Huan's ears moved slightly. This reaction aroused He Xing's interest, and he wanted to scrape again.

But He Huan suddenly turned his face and bit He Xing's fingertips. His eyes swept over He Xing, looking like a cold front passing through, but He Xing felt his face was burning hot.

He Huan was warning him not to mess around.

But He Xing hooked his fingers, and the nails just touched the tip of He Huan's tongue. All the details that made He Xing's blood run wild before flooded into his mind.

He Huan pushed He Xing's finger out with the tip of his tongue.

"You are courting death."

He Huan's voice came out from between his teeth, he turned around, shook off the jacket of his uniform, put it on He Xing's shoulders, raised his chin, and signaled He Xing to stretch his arms in.

Seeing He Huan's Adam's apple rolling, He Xing knew that this guy wanted to make trouble, and what made him bear it now was definitely some death order from above.

He Xing let He Huan button himself up, one by one from the bottom to the neckline.

He Huan was taller than He Xing. From He Xing's perspective, he lowered his head intently and stuffed the button through his mouth.

His fingers are beautiful, with neat lines and a manly feeling, but the fingertips are round and non-aggressive.

"Hey." He Xing raised his chin.

"Don't provoke me." He Huan's voice was a little cold.

"If you don't want me to provoke you, you won't button me, and you will stay away from me." He Xing turned his face to the side and was about to kiss He Huan.

"I'm not easy to mess with." He Huan let go of his hand.

He was about to retreat, but He Xing grabbed his neckline.

"Didn't you say that you worship me as 'one hit, never miss'? Then where did I hit?"

He Xing took another step forward, He Huan took a breath without leaving a trace, and turned his face away again.

"Did I hit here?" He Xing tapped He Huan's heart gently with his fingers.

When He Huan looked back, there was a longing in his eyes, and another avoidance. These two contradictory emotions were intertwined and contradictory, which made He Xing want to take off his mask completely, and let his mind have nowhere to hide Shaped impulse.

"Did you hit it, don't you know?" He Huan asked back.

Every word is very powerful.

Everything in this world is no longer important, except He Huan in front of him.

His temperature, his breath, everything about him made He Xing focus.

"How did you recognize me?" He Xing asked again.

A trace of surprise flashed in He Huan's eyes.

"what?"

"I said, how did you recognize me?"

He Xing smiled and leaned forward, He Huan wanted to back up, but I'm sorry, this room is only so big, He Huan's back knee just pressed against the bed, He Xing directly pressed his shoulders, and pushed him pressed down.

"Recognize you?" He Huan supported He Xing's waist with his hand.

His arms have always been very strong, even if He Xing puts all his strength down, he can hold them firmly.

"There are so many airship athletes, why did you just meet me so?" He Xing asked.

He Huan wanted to prop He Xing up, but He Xing sat directly on him.

"He Huan, the helmsman of battleship No. 21."

He Huan was stunned.

He raised his head and looked at He Xing, that kind of surprise gave He Xing an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

"I... remember your voice." He Huan finally spoke the truth.

"My voice? What did I say to you?" He Xing had the impression that he did help a warship out of trouble on the way back to the voyage, but he couldn't remember what he said.

"You said...we're going home." He Huan said.

We are home.

A sentence that sounds nothing more than ordinary was He Xing's belief at the time, because he wanted to take Guan Cheng back.

The same sentence has become the strength of He Huan's persistence to this day.

He Xing had never understood what he meant to He Huan, but now, he suddenly understood.

That is the weight that he can never remove from his life, and it is also the strength that makes him stick to it in loneliness.

He Xing smiled and hugged He Huan.

"So, did I hit you?"

He Huan did not continue to support He Xing, but instead hugged him tightly, "You hit."

He Xing kissed He Huan's cheek. It was delicate at first, but gradually became warmer.

He Huan flipped him over violently, and he almost fell. He Xing supported the ground with one hand, and grabbed the bed sheet with the other hand. He almost fell, but He Huan immediately caught him back.

A strong and forceful kiss fell on the back of his head and the back of his neck, and He Huan's arms wrapped around He Xing, completely losing the forbearance and restraint he had just now.

The sound of buttons being ripped off was particularly loud, and He Huan turned He Xing's face away. He really didn't expect how his man, who was just looking left and right, would suddenly be so urgent.

Of course, he restrained himself for a long time, and also smiled for a long time.

Unscrupulous, that's what he should be like.

He Huan clasped He Xing tightly, like a drowning fish, desperately longing for water, and He Xing was that piece of river, He Huan wanted to swallow him in one gulp.

His embrace was so tight that He Xing's bones were about to be strangled, and the beating of his heart came to He Xing's ears with his breath, just like thousands of horses and horses floating up and down, He Xing's sensory nerves changed with He Huan Infinitely sharp, his thinking and feeling were sealed and wrapped airtight by He Huan, obviously compulsive and undeniable, but his heart fell in the softest place.

Crazy and unrestrained poured into He Xing's brain, and He Huan's invasion was like gunpowder and gunfire, rushing into his blood and bones, and started a self-destructive explosion carnival.

They are no longer lonely individuals, just like the night finally embraces the bright moon, and the day runs to the sun.

The turbulent attachment and love layer upon layer, He Xing knows that he loves this man's skin, also loves his crazy presumptuousness, and loves the calmness and calmness he pretends to be when he is alone.

"Go home, you've already gone home." He Xing leaned into He Huan's ear and said.

He Xing couldn't remember how many times He Huan went crazy in the end, but he vaguely knew that He Huan went to fetch water, wiped the sweat off his face, and held him until the communicator vibrated on the bedside.

He Xing slept soundly, his head kept digging into He Huan's arms, but He Huan didn't pull the bed away, and the two squeezed into a narrow bed, hugging each other all the time.

He Xing woke up from starvation. When he got up, there was a water glass on the bedside. His uniform jacket, which was torn by He Huan, miraculously not only didn't miss a single button, but was also smooth.

It is estimated that He Huan took it to the logistics department to replace him with a new set.

"Where did you go..." As soon as He Xing opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse as if it had been burned by fire. When he moved casually, the pain went all the way up his back and into his brain.

"Damn!" He Xing's fist hit the bed.

Leave after eating, scumbag.

He Xing brought his communicator over and put it on his hand. The first thing he did was to ask Master He Huanxing for his guilt.

But after calling many times, no one answered.

At this time, someone pressed the intercom on the door.

"He Xing, are you still sleeping?"

This voice is a bit familiar, but not often heard.He Xing tilted his head and thought for a while, it seems to be that psychiatrist named Wu Run?

He Xing fell back on the bed directly, and replied coldly: "He Xing is dead, burn the paper for something."

"Are you awake? Just wake up. Can you open the door? When He Huan called me over to see you, you were still having a fever."

What?He Huan asked Wu Run to come and see him?

Even if he has a fever, calling a psychiatrist is useless.

"Where is He Huanren?" He Xing asked.

I really don't want to talk, my throat hurts every time I say a word.

"He... violated discipline, so he will be locked up in the small black room for a day."

As soon as Wu Run finished speaking, He Xing was startled.violated discipline?

That guy has been fooling around with himself here, what discipline can he violate?

He Xing turned around, got off the bed, and was about to stand up when his waist softened and he almost knelt down.

Damn - what's going on here!

Fortunately, He Huan put the clothes on for him, otherwise he would have to dress himself at this moment, it would be terrible.

With such a few short steps, He Xing trembled to the point of doubting his life.

After opening the door, Wu Run immediately supported He Xing and sent him back to the bed.

"You said He Huan violated discipline? What discipline did he violate?" Before Wu Run could speak, He Xing asked anxiously.

"Make it impossible for teammates to participate in training and exercises." Wu Run sat down beside him, took out a forehead thermometer and took He Xing's temperature, "It's 37 degrees five, and I still have a fever."

"Meaning me?" He Xing pointed to himself.

"Otherwise. You are already a second lieutenant and a member of his fleet. Look at you now. You have a fever and I think inflammation. You can't participate in training for at least three days. Who is the instigator?" Wu Run raised his chin , asked amusedly.

"No one. I volunteered."

Wu Runhui came and brought medicine, which meant that he knew what He Huan had done to He Xing.

"You voluntarily? But He Huan, as your superior, refuses your 'voluntary' responsibility and obligation. If you want to be voluntary, you should also do so when you don't have any drills or tasks." Wu Run said while dismantling He prescribed the injection, as if he was going to give He Xing an injection.

"Hey... wait... what is this? Can you find a serious doctor to take a look?" He Xing asked.

"Anti-inflammatory drugs. If you want to find a doctor from the medical office, it's no problem. You have to lie down and let the other party check it out. Maybe in a few minutes, the entire Moon Fortress will know that He Huan went to lock up the small black room." What is the real reason?"

Wu Run said unhurriedly.

"Er..." He Xing knew how much this group of people love to gossip.

"What do you want to say?" Wu Run gave He Xing an injection without hesitation.

"Can I go lock the little black room and release He Huan?"

I don't know if He Huan is still afraid of the dark now, whether he will sit in the corner with his knees in his arms and his head buried.

No matter how badass that guy was last night, now that he thought of him in the small black room, He Xing felt uncomfortable and distressed.

Wu Run looked at He Xing, and suddenly laughed: "My God, you don't think the small black room is a dark, sealed room with nothing in it?"

"Isn't it... isn't it?" He Xing asked.

"The operator of the warship is nervous, and to some extent, he is more vulnerable than normal people. How could he be locked in some kind of airtight room without light?" Wu Run asked with a smile.

"What is the so-called 'little black room'?"

"It's just a single room with nothing in it except a table and chairs. Then sit there and concentrate on... writing a review."

He Xing was stunned for a moment, then he was shot by himself and coughed.

"Do you still want to enter the little black room for He Huan?"

He Xing shook his head vigorously: "No!"

He is not good at writing reviews!If he was asked to write a review, he would rather kick He Huan into a small dark room.

"That's fine. He Huan has already given you medicine for your wound, and I have also given you anti-inflammatory medicine. You can take care of it yourself."

Wu Run left some medicine and the lunch box he brought from the restaurant, and was about to leave.

"Are you a psychiatrist or a doctor?"

"I have a doctor's license, so you can rest assured that you won't be cured. And most importantly, I'm stricter than ordinary doctors."

"Then what should I do about my drills and training today?" He Xing asked again.

"If He Huan doesn't ask you for leave, he won't be going to write a review, will he?"

Wu Run smiled and left the room.

He Xing thought about it, that guy went too far yesterday, he almost passed out, and that bastard didn't stop, he deserved to write a review.

Write forever!

He Xing opened the lid of the lunch box, and there was porridge inside. He took a sip, and his stomach felt much more comfortable.

The porridge on the lips hurts a little.

This guy bit him when I wanted to push He Huan away yesterday.

Damn, it hurts.