Imperfections

The early hours of the morning are the hardest time for a person to wake up. Lu Bixing worked hard for a day, and did not know how long he waited. He fell asleep more than the last time he sent the crystal ball. The whole person was shot by the door that opened suddenly. Just woke up.

Lin Jingheng noticed the large object at the door, and quickly brought the door back a little. Lu Bixing slid down the door along the east and west, and he crawled on all fours while struggling. He seemed to have rubbed his eyelids with a layer of glue. He did n’t open it. He wobbled in place for a long time. A long fold on the shirt was pulled from the shoulder to the waist side of the other side. The handsome headmaster Lu seemed to have a problem with Lin Jingheng ’s “closet”. Every time he came in, he was a scholar. The image of him disappeared.

Lin Jingheng asked: "Why do you sit on the ground every time you come?"

Lu Bixing-The part of the language that holds the language in my head hasn't woken up yet, standing there with a stunned look, staring at him a little bit upset, as if he didn't understand the sentence.

When Lin Jingheng landed the star, he had heard of the accidental escape of Hope and the thunder of Turan. He walked all the way from the receiving and dispatching station to the command post. It was really a little bit of anxiety. At this time, when I saw Lu morality, I was full of worry. The style fell 20,000 feet.

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

Lu Bixing didn't say a word, like a wooden stake, fell straight, and the white sheet was smashed into a human-shaped pit by him.

Lin Jingheng looked at him for a while, and the eyes that had been stained by the cool mist before dawn broke back a little bit, but he was helpless.

He was about to go to the closet, pick up and remove a small piece of chicken and dogs, such as a gun and some small protective armors, and just turned around. Lu Bixing climbed up like a corpse, his eyes were not open, and he touched behind him blindly.

Lin Jingheng went back to the door to change his shoes. He followed the door in a dreamwalk and opened the closet to find things. He followed the closet and went into the bathroom. He also had to be locked out this time.

Lu Bixing paused for a few seconds toward the locked bathroom door, yawned, and woke up, he "hissed" and twisted his sore neck, and the slow reflex arc just ran. , Answering Lin Jingheng's question with a nasal sound: "Where do I sit on the floor? You have a bed in this broken house, not even a chair."

Lin Jingheng's voice was mixed with water, and came across a door: "The bed didn't let you sit. Why, I'm afraid I'll take advantage of you?"

He did not return to Lu's remote message all day long. On the way back, they would pass through numerous jump points. Every time he reached the jump point, Mecha would scan the matching communication key and would give him a prompt. But this person Just don't look, just ignore, he must do to others, to the world, and even to Lu, as if he must have a tough posture like iron. If there is a crack, he has to close it and hide it for repair.

He could take off his clothes, but refused to show anyone the wound. In this regard, Lu Bixing was treated equally.

Lu Bixing waited for him for more than 20 hours, without a word, waiting to be frightened and exhausted, and had a nightmare about him without saying goodbye.

Although he knows that this is Lin, he ca n’t blame him, but Lu Bixing still has a bit of fire in his heart. The expression of fire is that he reached out and pulled his collar, slap the door of the bathroom, and shouted, Come, open the door, account! "

The bathroom door was "brushed" and opened. Lu Bixing caught off guard. The hand that patted the door directly caught Lin Jingheng's body. The warm drops of water dripped from his hair, flowing down his wide and flat shoulder, and flowing through his chest. Then, into the distinct abdominal muscles, Lu Bixing felt like touching the electric door, "Hou" retracted his claws, stepped back, and hit his back on the wardrobe door.

Lin Jingheng originally teased him intentionally, his mouth trembled quickly, he held him back without a smile, and said blankly, "Go away, don't make trouble."

Lu Bixing first adhered to the good habit of a gentleman. He hid subconsciously, and then returned to God, thinking, "Don't you dare to show me?"

So he shrugged his shoulders a bit with half-length, deliberately relaxed his legs, leaned against the closet door, blasted his hooligan whistle boldly, and looked back provocatively, but recently, Galaxy City entered the dry season It was dry, and the temperature difference between day and night became very large. He nested on the cold floor for half a night. I wonder whether it was a little bit cold and getting angry, but his nose was a little itchy.

Five seconds later, I saw Lu Bixing, a fat man with a swollen face, in a gesture of dissatisfaction, from the neck to the face, the naked eye slowly reddened all the way, and then he stretched his legs out Shrinked back, pulled the clothes forward, and looked down inquisitively at a glance, leaning against the closet from the crab to shrimp.

Lin Jingheng's eyes flew a little inconspicuous smile, and then he closed the door with a back cover.

Lu Bixing seemed to be a bit uneasy about himself. He squirmed his fingers under his nose to make sure that no shameful liquid flowed out: "The figure is good, the general is just an extra towel."

Lin Jingheng ignored his provocation.

Lu Bixing was silent at the door for a while. After a moment, he said to himself: "There is an automatic anti-noise sound insulator on the bed sheet. In case of falling asleep, I may not hear the door."

He didn't have a loud voice, but the door was not closed. Lin Jingheng didn't hear anything. He lifted his eyes slightly and settled there in the water vapor.

"You ..." Lu Bixing's eyes fell into the crack of the door, only a little light was seen, and everything else was gone.

He thought that Lin Jingheng obviously did not need comfort, otherwise he would not cut off the communication and hide himself.

In fact, in addition to the abnormal perverts, everyone in the flesh needs care and love.

For those who get along well, they are like a healthy gastrointestinal tract. They can digest everything they eat. Just pat him and say a few words of comfort. Even if they are straightforward or even inappropriate, he can learn from it by himself. Learn enough good intentions.

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

Lu Bixing weighed the words around his mouth for a moment, carefully chose a method, and said, "I just dreamed, and dreamed of leaving you without a word."

Lin Jingheng: "Where have I been?"

"I don't know, it's not the first time you haven't left without saying goodbye." Lu Bixing said, "At that time in Beijing β star, you were invited to a base of the Freedom Corps. At that time, the communication network of the eight major galaxies in the alliance was not broken. Baiyin Jiu was contacted to stand by outside the country-in fact, he didn't plan to return at the time? "

Lin Jingheng didn't say anything, it was the default.

If Lu Bixing hadn't accidentally chased the student back then, he might never see the person again.

So what happens next?

Lin Jingheng felt that he should take the plunder of the refugees' reserves in the underground waterway. After all, his blood was cold. Maybe he thought he punished a bunch of scum that could not help but was conscious of justice.

Then he would not care about the lives of these people, so he could soon contact Baiyin Jiu, killed Prince Gloria violently, killed back to the Seven Galaxy, and fought emptily and angrily to the end. Maybe they will barely fight for the Alliance, they may stand on their own hills, or they may mess up the situation that is out of hand, push the world to a deeper abyss, and then become a sacrifice for the abyss.

"I dreamed that I would send you a remote message every second. Anyway, you will always pass through the communication point. The best mecha tips will bother you. But you just have no news. I think you may have gone to the Internet. Other crypto transitions, or simply left the eighth galaxy. "

I worry about you.

Lu Bixing originally meant to pretend that he had a poor routine, and when he said that, he suddenly "sucked" in his heart, and he felt sorry for himself. He paused for a while and murmured, "Don't I keep you? Anyway, if you want to Go, no one can keep you, right? "

He thought: I have 11 million points for you, how much do you have for me?

Lu Bixing has always been a very keen person. To him, this problem should not be difficult to judge, but then he suddenly became uncertain. After all, he had a passionate experience by himself.

The water sound didn't know when it stopped, and the bathroom door opened. This time Lin Jingheng came out wearing a bathrobe.

"I thought, if you are tired of the eighth galaxy, and me ..."

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

Lu Bixing smiled bitterly: "I know, after reading gossip, General Lin is the famous‘ will be out, who ’s in love ’.”

"Two years ago, I was leaving, and I wouldn't tell you." Lin Jingheng paused, and seemed to feel that the following words were a bit difficult to tell, but he hesitated for a few seconds, and still said, "Now, as long as you are, I will Won't go. "

Lu Bixing was taken aback.

Lin Jingheng looked at him and added: "Even if there is something you must leave for a while, as long as you are still there, I will return."

Lu Bixing was a bit smashed by this accidental harvest. He had forgotten that he had expressed his worries in the beginning. He gently held his breath: "What is the difference between two years ago and now?"

"I was a friend two years ago."

Lu Bixing originally wanted to ask him, "That's how you treat friends." Later, after thinking about it, given that he had acknowledged that Cyclops is also a friend, then it seems that "Friends of the Lin Family" treated him like this and was quite kind to him.

He asked without hesitation: "Now? General, do you usually speak in the army like squeezing toothpaste?"

Lin Jingheng smiled, and did not eat this shocking general, turned his head and said, "I just made you rest, just sleep for a while."

However, the vitality of Lu Bixing can brighten up a bit of sunlight. At this time, he has resurrected himself with blood, took a step up and grabbed Lin Jingheng: "Friends are" special "friends, right? "

Lin Jingheng let him happily in the middle of the night, saying nothing, thinking: "No."

"Special friend" is an uncertain relationship between two ends. It is moving in an endless direction, that is, the soul is upside down, "the living can die, the dead can live." If there is a day, or the relationship fades, or get along with each other, there are also May be running to infinity, the light is "one shot and two scattered, no contact", the most important is "sad and angry, but turned into hatred."

But he wouldn't, Lin Jingheng thought, he must do to Lu, only one end is uncertain, there is a lower limit, there is no upper limit.

Even if this spring dream wakes up one day, Lu Bixing is fresh enough to annoy his boredom.

With about an hour to go, Lin Jingheng calculated the time, took out a set of clean clothes and refreshing coffee, and didn't plan to sleep: "Hope fled at this time, I suspect he is not just in the Strait The person who was defeated and persecuted in the internal fight, or where else can he escape? He may still have his supporters and has been in touch with the outside world. In this way, the true armed situation of the eight galaxies may be exposed. Take precautions-you sleep a little longer, I'll talk to Turan and discuss them. "

"Hope won't." Lu Bixing struggled to pull back the spirit floating in the air, rubbing his eyebrows, "I really hate this behavior of confessing that you have to leave the topic halfway, I don't know what you can't say Read the book and learn? "

Lin Jingheng nodded indulgently: "Okay."

Lu Bixing: "..."

This "good" is a bit foul.

He coughed and sat by the bed for a while: "Hope ... Hope is a little deliberate, but he's not a lunatic, otherwise he wouldn't risk us betraying the Uzbek to help us, the farm base. He has done very carefully and is very beautiful. He has the objection and the ideal he is pursuing. He is the person who really wants to make the wasteland full of flowers. If he is not convinced by himself, it is not so easy to convince others to follow him. "

Lin Jingheng looked up at him with surprise.

"My instincts are not necessarily right." Lu Bixing said, "If it really is like you said, Hope has been in touch with his supporters, then he can run long ago, why should he stay as a volunteer for so long? What about deleting the second half of the list? Of course, he also had a chance to destroy the secret folder—I think he left it to us intentionally, and he was explaining the chaotic context to us in his own way. Hope Let ’s not be foolishly involved, we can protect the ecologically fragile eight galaxy. It may be that we are the enemy in the future, but now, I do n’t think he will not only expose us, but also take the initiative to help cover it. Looking at his age, he should It was as early as Dr .... Dr. Laura, even when Dr. Harden was active, joined the Anti-Uzbek. I believe that the earliest rebels had fire in their hearts. "

When he mentioned "Laura", he took a careful look at Lin Jingheng: "You know that there is a strange phenomenon-those who have really changed the world in history, they are often unintentional, unintentional The road, to the estuary of the wind, was chosen by history, and coincidence became that important role. Those who have a firm conviction and reached out to challenge the world from the beginning, will often be pushed by unexpected storms of fate in unexpected directions. Ours Species, as if they weren't born with enough sense, right? Dr. Laura's original vision must not be like that now. "

Lin Jingheng finally heard it, and Lu Bixing was coquettish and rational tonight, but he was comforting him carefully. He felt his exclusion from the management committee, and even noticed that Laura ’s surname “Gerdon” was not mentioned. Foot-like.

Lin Jingheng seemed to be pierced with a small needle in his heart: "Hey."

Lu Bixing stretched out his hand at him: "So can you relax a little occasionally? Get a good sleep."

Lin Jingheng clasped his hand, rubbed his finger lightly for a moment, raised his eyes, his eyes were deep: "You are here, how can I sleep well?"

Lu Bixing's intuition was that Lin Jingheng didn't think he wanted to blast him away because he occupied the bed, and his throat rolled slightly.

Lin Jingheng stooped slightly and drew in front of him: "Can I?"

Lu Bixing reluctantly thought, what is wrong with this?

He felt that at this time, even if Lin Jingheng asked him to die, he had to offer it with his hands.

In the tourmaline fire, the young theorist who has not experimented with the theory read from the little yellow book in his head. I feel that although this kind of thing originated from impulsivity, it still needs a little technology. According to General Lin's "technology "He's totally unprepared today, I'm afraid he won't die.

When the two were entangled, Lu Bixing felt heartache and thought happily: "What can Lin Jingheng get? What is it?"

However, even though I was mentally prepared, it was not easy to force myself to relax.

Lu Bixing endured the uncomfortable silence, and the blue muscles on the arm that tightened Lin Jingheng's waist broke out. At the same time, he glanced at the bed intentionally or unintentionally-there is an emergency medicine box button on the bedside. After opening it, there are standing medical equipment and medicines in the nightstand, which can be reached by reaching out.

Lin Jingheng stopped suddenly: "It hurts you?"

Lu Bixing gritted his teeth and drew a sigh of relief, but he squeezed a smile at him: "No."

Lin Jingheng squeezed his chin, kissed the corner of his mouth gently, put a hand on his forehead with a layer of cold sweat, and slowly let go of him.

Lu Bixing: "Well, why?"

Lin Jingheng: "Come on."

Lu Bixing didn't respond for a moment, what did this sentence mean, and looked at him warily.

Lin Jingheng bounced on the bridge of his nose, stretched out his hands and pressed the emergency medicine box button, a hidden drawer opened slowly, and the full set of anti-inflammatory and analgesic medicines were unpacked, lying completely in the pill box: "I said you come Do you want me? "

Lu Bixing's head hummed, turning his head and turning to the ground for a moment, he stuttered: "I, I, I ... can I, can I?"

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