imperfections

"Get out!" Lin Jingheng was furious, and elbowed him back, "Let go!"

But this elbow seemed to be stuck on the wall, there was a muffled sound, and Lu Bixing didn't even groan.

A blood vessel in his brain was about to burst, and he didn't have time to think about anything, but he instinctively held Lin Jingheng tighter. He buried his face deeply on Lin Jingheng's shoulder, smelling the warmth from the fabric.

A faint temperature poured into his nostrils, piercing his forehead like a thorn.

While struggling, Lu Bixing staggered half a step, his calf bumped against the small table for entertaining guests, one of those naive little teacups fell over, and the two of them fell into the single sofa together.

This posture is really indecent. Lin Jingheng couldn't break his hand away for a while, and was strangled by his hard wrist bones. She sneered indiscriminately: "This? It was blown up when he escaped from the prison. It really hit him Mom is not a place, a little higher, you and Lin Jingshu can feel at ease..."

Lu Bixing's face darkened suddenly, and his voice changed: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Lin Jingheng: "I don't know what I'm doing when I come back!"

Lu Bixing said it calmly, with the meaning of "let go of your hands, and make a difference". At this time, holding someone's hand is far less magnanimous: "In the heart of roses, I never asked you I was the one who broke into them without permission and brought you back. It was I who deliberately ignored you and let the Silver Ten Guards solve the urgent needs of the alliance without hesitation. I almost trapped myself outside the eight star systems! I didn’t want to return you Give it to the alliance, I will make my own decisions, and I will make things difficult for others, okay!"

Lin Jingheng lowered her head, skillfully pinched and folded Lu Bixing's arm, then loosened her fingers, and instinctively went to hook his coat, catching nothing—Lin Jingheng directly took off her coat and threw it on his face On the waist, the metal buckle collides closely with the bridge of the nose.

The chip man's body can't feel this kind of pain, he just feels that the buttons of the clothes are cold and cold, as if they are covered with a layer of frost that only existed on the Beijing β star back then.

He pulled out half of Lin Jingheng's shirt. The hem was wrinkled like Harden's face. Several buttons were broken off. He stood furiously a few steps away, disheveled and embarrassed.

He was silent for a long time, his chest went from violent ups and downs to restrained deep breaths, but he couldn't seem to catch the breath, so he raised his head slightly, the muscles and bones on the side of his neck tightened, and bony marks suddenly appeared from under the skin.Angry as hell.

Lu Bixing grabbed his coat, bit the tip of his tongue, forced himself to calm down, and bowed his head first to end the quarrel: "Lin, I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

Lin Jingheng looked at him condescendingly, her voice pressed into her throat: "Then what do you mean?"

Lu Bixing's lips were pursed into a line, his hands on his knees were clasped together, and his fingers were constantly torturing each other.

The face of an adult male has more or less edges and corners, but in the past, Lu Bixing's bones were covered with a thin layer of skin, which was much thinner than "baby fat". The bones are coated with a layer of soft light, because the eyebrows are stretched, and the corners of the mouth are always upturned, making it appear extra gentle and affectionate.

But maybe the chip accelerated his metabolism, maybe it was simply tired, the thin layer of flesh is now only the skin, the edges and corners have become obvious, even the facial features have become sharper because of the deepened outline, when not smiling, There is actually a little sense of not being angry and arrogant.

Lin Jingheng took a step back, leaned against the wall on one side of the living room, and closed her eyes.

Recently, Lu Bixing has actually relaxed a lot in front of him, and even aroused a little precious curiosity, and took the initiative to deceive Dr. Harden.When the expedition team successfully crossed the Heart of Rose that day, all the staff in the ground support department were excited. Lu Bixing mingled with the crowd and gave him a thumbs-up from a distance... At that moment, he even thought that he had gradually repaired the communication. the way to the past.

Unexpectedly, before he had time to be relieved, the shadowy path was broken by the voice from the alliance.

A dangerous alliance, the eighth galaxy that wants to be alone.

If Lin Jingheng was just an ordinary person, how logical it would be to keep him.But he represents the Silver Ten Guards, who have fought against the Pirate Freedom Corps for more than ten years, and there is only a pile of broken copper and iron left, the Silver Ten Guards who can still control the situation of the battle.His departure and stay are mixed with many other things, personal feelings, where can they be arranged?

After careful calculation, the problems between them actually existed from the very beginning, almost starting from the base of Big Sister Smelly——

At that time, Lin Jingheng had to repair the heavy three, so under the premise of the "[-]-day rule", he barely gave Lu Bixing three months, and the three months expired in a blink of an eye, and the base was still muddy. The long-awaited Silver Nine abandoned the tens of thousands of scum in the base.The young teacher Lu was in a dilemma, hesitating in the night of New Year's Eve, not knowing which side to stand on.

But fortunately, Prince Gloria Aresfon discovered the base just because of Yuan Yiren's death, and stepped in, allowing them to avoid confrontation and dilemma.

The second time was the outbreak of the mutant rainbow virus - if they hadn't had Hope's help at that time, and they hadn't been able to get the antibody to the mutant rainbow virus in the end, Lin Jingheng would have ordered Turan to take Silver Nine to leave the place that was about to become a dead place. The eighth galaxy?Lin Jingheng answered "yes" very clearly, but Lu Bixing stubbornly refused to believe it... and luck again, let the god of death stop before they had to verify this answer.

The third time was when Lin Jingheng's identity was exposed and the eighth galaxy was besieged on all sides. Lu Bixing proposed to blow up the transition point and seal the eighth galaxy.Lu Bixing felt that he should have realized that even though Lin was the "commander of the Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Force" in name at that time, he was actually Admiral Lin of the Silver Fortress, and he did not agree to blow up the jump point privately.He didn't want to betray the alliance, and even after receiving the message from the Ten Silver Guards, he immediately ordered them to defend the Declaration of Freedom, not himself... Lin Jingheng didn't explicitly oppose the closure of the eight star systems at the time, probably because he only had a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals , and those people are persecuting him.

Even so, it turns out, he still nearly died for the Union.

Thinking back now, Lu Bixing thought, if he had been more sensitive and thoughtful at that time, wouldn't he have been able to see the faint line of fate and the deep-rooted crack between the two of them?

Fate treated him kindly, and gave him two chances to escape, a person who loves and cares, but he did not take them as warnings.So fate gave him a big slap in the face, and piled up the unavoidable contradictions nakedly under his nose.

The two of them were silent for a long time, the temperature that had been boiling just now gradually dropped, as if the fire was passing by and the ashes were about to go out.

The electronic clock on the door of the living room paced from second to second, and that inch of time grew almost tragically.

Lu Bixing finally opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Stop arguing, okay? Listen to me."

Lin Jingheng looked down at him noncommittally.

"Dr. Harden said that you are trapped in a space prison, and you have tried to break through the blockade signal more than 2000 times." Lu Bixing said, the information that was extracted from Dr. Harden's mouth is enough for him to guess. , "I have calculated that there is at least half an hour between the dissipation of Zhanlu's spiritual net and the capture by the Freedom Corps. People cannot survive that long under the cosmic rays after the explosion, so I guess, you should use some This method... added a protective cover to the destroyed eco-pod, and suffered severe brain trauma in the process. Harden and the others felt that the damage was irreversible... so how heavy is it? How long have you been in a coma ?”

"Two years," Lin Jingheng replied without any ups and downs, and then, as if deliberately pointing out something, he said, "It's not as long as you think. I'm talking about Votto time."

The words "Wotto Time" were harsh, and Lu Bixing's fingers clenched even tighter.

Guessing is guessing, and it will never be as scorching as the truth spoken by that person himself. His voice was rough: "Two years...the person who rescued you didn't take any helpful measures, Harden said, she wanted you to keep the status quo. "

"That's not true, she has taken measures," Lin Jingheng said, "She wants to turn me into a specimen."

Lu Bixing's finger joints "crashed".

Lin Jingheng leaned her head against the wall and stared at the ceiling for a while. The texture of the ceiling is simple and elegant, without extra emotions and expressions. It is a standard long-term reception room.

"I used to think that as long as I have breath, there is someone I must meet, there is a place I must return to, and there is a promise I must keep, so I dare not die. I have to dig out a life from the crack. I don’t dare to dissipate my consciousness by sticking to the remaining mental net, and wake up from the disturbance of the stellar storm when the asteroid orbits to perihelion. I have to pretend to be amnesia, stupid, and gentle, just to escape from the pirates. I cheated to give me a little room to breathe... When I was pretending, I didn't even dare to think carefully, this 'pirate' is my own sister."

When Lin Jingheng said this, she shut her mouth abruptly, vaguely feeling that the words would hurt people and should not be said.But those words were like acid water pouring into her throat when vomiting, and she couldn't bear to go back. Lin Jingheng almost gritted her teeth, and then held back the words. Unexpectedly, before she had time to digest it by herself, Lu Bixing suddenly said: " You 'used to feel', now? Now feel like, none of this makes sense, right - you want to say that, I can see it."

He was too good at observing words and expressions. With a glance, he forcibly dragged out Lin Jingheng's words and spread them out in front of the two of them.

"I'm not worth it." Lu Bixing continued quietly, "I don't know, what should I do to prevent your 16 years of suffering from being in vain, can you tell me? Jingheng, I... I really can't bear such... such heavy expectations. The person you like no longer exists, I really want to give him back to you, but I can only continue to talk about it."

Lin Jingheng turned his head to say something, but Lu Bixing interrupted him again.

Lu Bixing's tone was soft, as if he patiently reasoned with his poor students in the early years. He said, "Can you stop lying and say that no matter what I become, you will like me."

"Let's be honest, Jingheng. I know you... Well, I can't count the years of Independence and Wotuo after going so far forward—even if it's more than 20 years? On the Beijing star is A friend of gentlemen, later in trouble during the war, I began to pester you... and later, when you left, I read all Zhanlu's records about you repeatedly, back and forth, and I unilaterally accompanied you From a teenage child to a general in the alliance, I have been with you...about a hundred times. I know you better than you can imagine."

"Do I occasionally remind you of the Marshal of the Union and the one from the Freedom Legion? Then you are right. I used to think that both of them were lunatics, but now I understand them more and more."

"What you like is 'him', in front of me, you dare not look back, but what you like is him, I know, you don't like someone who always thinks hard, always makes you nervous and tired, and may be in the future People who persecute you like them, don't you?"

Lu Bixing raised his head, and there was something terrifying in his eyes, like a silent storm deep in the darkness.

The suffocating silence spread again.

After a while, Lin Jingheng confessed as he wished.

He said, "Yes."

This one word finally tore apart the whitewashed peace.

Lin Jingheng said: "I don't like to guess what you are thinking every day, and I don't like to weigh what to say and what not to say all the time. I hate personal relationships that are like walking a tightrope, and I don't have the patience to do things like repairing the heavy three mechs." Trivial work, I feel very tired."

The guillotine fell from the guillotine, instantly separating the dead body.

Lu Bixing tried to force a relieved smile at him, but failed.His throat rolled back and forth several times, but he couldn't make a sound, and his chest was cold, as if he was approaching death alive.

Lin Jingheng opened the door of the living room and walked out. The household maintenance robot guarding the door came in, knocked and checked the door hinges and walls damaged by him, making a little noise.

Lu Bixing closed his eyes. In the darkness, the footsteps of the man walking away were clearly heard. He wanted to rush forward desperately and grab him back like a life-saving straw, but he had no strength at all. The river water submerged his head, poured into his limbs, and kept pulling him down, only to watch himself drown.

"But what can I do?"

Lu Bixing shook his spirits violently, and opened his eyes quickly.

Lin Jingheng didn't leave home, but went upstairs.Standing on the winding stairs, he suddenly turned his head and yelled at him: "This is the only meaning left in my life, can I not want it if I don't like it?"

Lu Bixing was stunned. He didn't know when he stood up. When he came back to his senses, he heard a door knock upstairs, and Lin Jingheng slammed the door of the study room. Lin Jingheng came out of the study room again with a cold face—he remembered that Lu Bixing, as the chief executive of the eighth galaxy, often needed to hold online meetings in the study room. Next, he went straight to the attic and locked the door.

The big fish tank in the living room was sparkling, a colorful tropical fish spat a bubble, and a cold war began.