Chapter 100

The early morning hours are the most difficult time for people to wake up. Lu Bixing had been exhausted mentally and physically for the whole day, and he didn't know what time to wait. He was even more asleep than the last time he came to deliver the crystal ball. His whole body was slapped in by the door that suddenly opened. It took me ten centimeters to wake up.

　Lin Jingheng noticed the large object at the door, and quickly moved the door back a little. Lu Bixing slid down the door panel, struggling to climb on all fours while sliding. His eyelids seemed to be covered with a layer of glue, and he couldn't rub them. Without opening it, he swayed in place for a long time, with a long pleat on his shirt stretching from one shoulder to the other side of his waist. The elegant Principal Lu seemed to be incompatible with Lin Jingheng's "wardrobe". Every time he came in, the elegant scholar The image is gone.

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

　Lu Bixing - the part of the brain that controls language has not yet awakened. He stood there in confusion, squinting at him angrily, as if he didn't listen. Understand this human saying.

　When Lin Jingheng landed on the morning star, she had already heard about Hope's unexpected escape and Turan's rage. She was really worried every step of the way from the dispatch station to the command post. At this time, seeing Lu's virtue, she felt full of worry. The style fell twenty thousand feet.

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

　Lu Bixing said nothing, as if A wooden pile fell straight down, and a human-shaped hole was made by him on the white and flat sheets.

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

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

　Lin Jingheng returned to the door to change his shoes, and he followed him to the door with sleepwalking steps. He opened the closet and looked for something. He followed him to the closet and entered the bathroom. He also followed... This time he was locked out.

　Lu Bixing stared blankly at the locked bathroom door for a few seconds, yawned, and woke up. He hissed, twisted his sore neck muscles, and finally completed the slow reflex arc. , answered Lin Jingheng's question when he came in with a nasal voice: "Where can I sit if I don't sit on the floor? There is only one bed in your shabby house, not even a chair."

　Lin Jingheng's voice mixed with the sound of water, separated by a door Came: "I didn't let you sit on the bed. Why, are you still worried that I will take advantage of you?"

　He didn't reply to Lu Bixing's remote message all day long. They would pass through countless jump points on their way back, and every time they arrived At a jump point, the mecha will scan the matching communication key and give him a prompt, but this person just doesn't look at it or pays attention to it. He seems to have to be tough towards others, the world, and even Lu Bixing. Like iron, if there is a crack, you have to close the door and hide yourself to repair it.

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

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

　Although he knew that the person named Lin was this kind of person and could not criticize him harshly, Lu Bixing could not help but feel a little angry. The way to express his anger 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 and occupy it!"

　The bathroom door opened with a swipe, and Lu Bixing was caught off guard. His hand tapping the door directly touched Lin Jingheng, and warm water dripped from his hair, flowing down his wide and smooth hair. It flowed down the shoulders, flowed through the chest, and merged into the clear abdominal muscles. Lu Bixing seemed to have touched a switch. He retracted his claws with a "ouch", took a step back, and hit his back against the closet door.

　Lin Jingheng was teasing him on purpose. The corner of her mouth trembled quickly, she stopped smiling, and said expressionlessly: "Go away, don't make trouble."

　Lu Bixing first followed the good habits of a gentleman and subconsciously averted his eyes. For a moment, he came back to his senses and thought: "You dare to expose me, why don't I dare to see it?"

　So he shrugged his shoulders a little bit paralyzed, deliberately relaxed his legs, leaned against the closet door, and blew up as if to be brave. His rogue whistle looked back very provocatively, but Galaxy City has entered the dry season recently. The weather is dry and the temperature difference between day and night has become very large. He stayed on the cold floor for half the night. He didn't know if he was catching a cold or getting angry. Why, my nose suddenly felt a little itchy.

　Five seconds later, I saw Lu Bixing, the "fat man" with a swollen face, in a posture of refusing to admit defeat, slowly turning red from his neck to his face, visible to the naked eye, and then he stretched out his two legs. He shrank back, pulled his clothes forward, glanced down at something very intriguingly, and his posture against the big wardrobe shrank from a crab to a shrimp.

　A faint smile appeared in the corner of Lin Jingheng's eyes, and she closed the door again with her hand.

　Lu Bixing seemed to be a little worried about himself. He rubbed his fingers under his nose to make sure that no unseemly liquid leaked out: "You have a good figure, general, but you just need an extra bath towel."

　Lin Jingheng ignored his provocation.

　Lu Bixing was silent at the door for a while. After a while, he said to himself: "There is an automatic anti-noise isolator on the sheets. If I fall asleep, I may not hear the door."

　His voice was quiet . It was big, but the door was not closed tightly. Lin Jingheng heard every word without missing a word. He raised his eyes slightly and froze there in the dense water vapor.

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

　He thought that Lin Jingheng obviously didn't need comfort, otherwise he wouldn't have cut off the communication and hid himself.

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

　For those people who are easy to get along with, they seem to have a healthy stomach and can digest and absorb everything they eat. As long as they pat them and say a few words of comfort, even if they are perfunctory and straightforward, or even inappropriate, they can absorb it on their own. Get enough kindness.

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

　Lu Bixing considered the words on his lips for a moment, and carefully chose an approach. He said, "I just had a dream, and I dreamed that you left without saying a word."

　Lin Jingheng: "Where did I go?" "

　I don't know, anyway, you It's not the first time we've left without saying goodbye," Lu Bixing said, "Back then on Planet Beta in Beijing, you were invited to go to a base of the Free Corps. At that time, the communication network of the eight major star systems of the alliance was not broken, and you contacted Bai Yinjiu outside the territory. On standby - Actually, you didn't plan to come back at that time, right?"

　Lin Jingheng didn't say anything, which was regarded as acquiescence.

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

　So what happens next?

　Lin Jingheng felt that he would take action to plunder the supplies stored by the refugees in the underground channel. After all, his blood was cold. He might also think that he had punished a bunch of scum who refused to save him, and felt that he was quite righteous.

　Then he didn't care about the life and death of these people, so he was able to contact Bai Yin Jiu very quickly, killed Prince Gloria with great force, and fought back to the seven systems, fighting to the end with emptiness and anger. Maybe they will reluctantly fight for the alliance, maybe they will stand on their own, maybe they will mess up the already uncontrollable situation, push the world into a deeper abyss, and then become a sacrifice of the abyss.

　"I dreamed that I would send you a remote message every second. Anyway, you would always pass by the communication point. It would be best if the mecha notifications would annoy you to death. But there is no news from you. I think you may have gone to the Internet. Encrypted jump point outside, or simply left the eighth galaxy. "

　I'm worried about you.

　Lu Bixing's original intention was to show pity to him. When he said this, his heart suddenly "thumped" and he felt sad. He paused for a moment and murmured: "Am I unable to keep you? Anyway, if you want to Go, no one can keep you, right?"

　He thought: I love you eleven thousand, how much do you love me?

　Lu Bixing has always been a very perceptive person. This issue should not be difficult for him to judge, but as he talked, he suddenly became uncertain. After all, he had an experience of being self-indulgent.

　I don't know when the sound of water stopped, the bathroom door opened, and Lin Jingheng came out wearing a bathrobe this time.

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

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

　Lu Bixing smiled bitterly: "Yes, I have read the gossip. General Lin is the famous "general who loves someone when he is outside."

　"Two years ago, I was leaving and I wouldn't tell you. Lin Jingheng paused, as if he found the following words a bit difficult to say. However, he hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Now, as long as you are here, I will not leave."

　Lu Bixing was taken aback.

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

　Lu Bixing was a little confused by this unexpected gain and had forgotten that he was beating around the bush in the first place. Expressing concern, he held his breath gently: "What's the difference between two years ago and now?"

　"We were friends two years ago."

　Lu Bixing wanted to ask him, "This is how you treat your friends," but then he thought After thinking about it, since he personally admitted that the One-Eyed Eagle was also a friend, it seemed that this treatment from "Lin's friend" was quite polite to him.

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

　Lin Jingheng smiled, and turned around and said, "I just asked you to take a rest. Let's sleep for a while."

　However, Lu Bixing's vitality can be brightened by a little sunshine. At this time, he has resurrected with full blood. He jumped up and hugged Lin Jingheng: "Friends go up, that's 'special' We are friends, right?"

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

　"Special friends" are uncertain relationships between two parties. They develop in the direction of infinity, which means they are fascinated. "The living can "Death, the dead can live", and if one day, or the relationship fades, or we don't get along, we may go to the end of the world. The light one is "the two broke up, and they don't communicate with each other", and the more serious one is "sadness" Anger turns into hatred."

　But he won't, Lin Jingheng thought. He is only uncertain about Lu Bixing. There is a lower limit and no upper limit.

　Even if one day he wakes up from this erotic dream, Lu Bixing will be new enough and tired of his boredom.

　There was about an hour left, and it was going to be daybreak. Lin Jingheng counted the time, took out a set of clean clothes and refreshing coffee, and did not plan to sleep: "Hope ran away at this time. I suspect that he is not just an anti-Uganda group. A person who failed in an internal struggle and was persecuted, 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 true armed situation of the eight galaxies may be exposed. We'd better get there as soon as possible. Take precautions - you can sleep a little longer, I'll discuss it with Turan and the others."

　"Hope won't do it." Lu Bixing struggled to regain his consciousness from the air and rubbed his brows, "I really hate it. You have this behavior of changing the subject in the middle of your confession. If you don't know what to say, can't you read a book and learn 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 deliberate, but he is not a madman, otherwise he would not risk betraying the anti-Ukrainian society to help us, farm base , He did it very carefully and beautifully. He had something to oppose and an ideal to pursue. He was someone who really wanted to make the wasteland full of flowers. If he hadn't firmly believed in it, it wouldn't have been so easy to convince others to follow him. Lin Jingheng

　looked up at him in surprise.

　"My intuition is not necessarily right." Lu Bixing said, "If it is true, as you said, that Hope has always been in contact with his supporters, then he could have run away long ago. Why did he stay as a volunteer for so long? What? After deleting the second half of the list, he certainly had the opportunity to destroy the secret folder - I think he left it to us on purpose. He was explaining the ins and outs of this mess to us in his own way. I hope We should not get involved blindly, and we can protect the ecologically fragile Eight Galaxy. We may still be enemies in the future, but now, I think he will not only not expose us, but also take the initiative to help cover it up. Judging from his age, it should be. Dr. Laura and even Dr. Harden joined the anti-Ukrainian society as early as when they were active. I believe that those earliest rebels had a strong 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 often do so unintentionally. They unintentionally walked on a certain road, reached the forefront, and were chosen by history. By chance, they become that important role, and those who are firm in their beliefs and reach out to challenge the world are often pushed in unexpected directions by the storm of fate. It seems that our species is not born with enough reason. , right? Dr. Laura's original vision must not be what it is now."

　Lin Jingheng finally heard it. Lu Bixing was coquettish and reasonable tonight, but was just trying to comfort him carefully. He could feel his rejection of the management committee. , even taking care not to mention Laura's surname "Geden", as if he was on tiptoe every word.

　Lin Jingheng's heart felt like being pricked by a tiny needle: "Hmm."

　Lu Bixing stretched out his hand: "So can you relax a little bit sometimes? Have a good sleep."

　Lin Jingheng clasped his hand and gently touched his fingers. After rubbing it for a moment, he raised his eyes with a deep gaze and said, "How can I sleep well while you are here?"

　Lu Bixing felt that Lin Jingheng's words did not mean that Lin Jingheng was dissatisfied with him for occupying the bed and wanted to kick him out, so his throat rolled slightly.

　Lin Jingheng bent down slightly and came to him: "Can I?"

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

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

　In the blink of an eye, the young theorist, who had never experimented before, went through the theories he had read in the Little Yellow Book in his mind. He felt that although this kind of thing originated from impulse, it still required a bit of skill. With General Lin's "skills" ", he was completely unprepared today, and he might not end well.

　When the two were entangled, Lu Bixing thought with pain and joy in his heart: "What does it mean to get Lin Jingheng? I'm willing to risk everything."

　However, even though he had made enough mental preparations, when the time came, it was still not easy to force himself to relax. down.

　Lu Bixing endured the discomfort and remained silent. The veins on his arms that tightened around Lin Jingheng's waist popped out. At the same time, I glanced at the bedside intentionally or unintentionally - there was an emergency medical kit button on the bedside. After clicking it, there were standing medical equipment and medicines on the bedside table, which were within reach.

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

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

　Lin Jingheng held his chin and gently kissed the corner of his mouth. , reached out and wiped a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and slowly let him go.

　Lu Bixing: "Well, what?"

　Lin Jingheng: "Come on."

　Lu Bixing didn't realize what he meant and looked at him blankly.

　Lin Jingheng flicked the bridge of his nose with her finger, stretched out her hand and pressed the button of the emergency medical kit. A hidden drawer slowly opened, and a full set of anti-inflammatory and labor pain medicines were unpacked and lying brand new in the medicine box: "I said you come on. ", do you want me?"

　Lu Bixing's mind buzzed, and he stammered for a moment: "I, I, I...can I, can I?"