imperfections

Chapter 151

Lin Jingheng would not have been dragged down by him, but for some reason, when Lu Bixing rushed in, he seemed to have pushed something aside in a hurry, and lost his balance because of this, hitting Lu Bixing directly.

After Lu Bixing suffered this, he staggered and almost knelt down because he dragged his leg, but he still held Lin Jingheng relentlessly. The thing—it was the crystal ball.

Lu Bixing was stunned for a moment, feeling familiar, and couldn't remember where it came from.

After a long while, the memory of hibernation slowly came back to life. He recalled that it was when the grassroots government of the eighth galaxy was just formed——

At that time, Chief Edward was still there, and they toured the eighth galaxy together. The old chief was responsible for worrying and frowning, and he was responsible for carrying bags to explore the way and traveling at public expense.

Because the sky fell and there was a tall one, he was full of blind optimism, and happily led four students to pick up stones after the chief, and collected the unique elements of each planet from all over the place, and carved them into his imagination. The Wanjia lights of the eighth galaxy made a starry sky out of crystal glue, wagging their big tails with joy, trying to please his sweetheart who is not easy to please.

... Later, he locked it together with Lin Jingheng's old things in the small forbidden area of ​​the attic. Many of the shiny stones in the crystal ball had lost their former glory, and even the "starlight" seemed dimmed.

The boss who couldn't understand the romance at all, and only sighed worryingly, "When will the eighth galaxy really be like your model?" is gone, and the burden of exhausting thoughts and frowns has been placed on him.

It's like an eternity.

Lin Jingheng was a little dazed by his sudden "attack", and only then came back to his senses. Just now, his chin hit Lu Bixing's shoulder, and he almost bit his tongue. Pushing him away, he said angrily, "What are you doing, dreaming? Did you get bitten by a mad dog while you were there?"

"I'm sorry..." Lu Bixing snorted softly from his nose.

Lin Jingheng became inexplicably angry when she heard these three words, her eyes suddenly turned cold, and the vitriolic words had already reached her lips, so she continued as if listening to Lu Bixing raving: "The meeting I scheduled is less than three hours away. I want to see you and talk to you when the time comes, but... I'm sorry, I can hold on until now, it's really the limit, and I can't wait for a minute."

Lin Jingheng didn't sleep all night, exhausted physically and mentally. In the early morning, when the brain was short of oxygen, he gagged her and suddenly forgot the words.

Lu Bixing's leg will change from "general numbness" with no feeling to that kind of pinprick-like numbness. He "hissed" and his expression was a little distorted. However, the lame chief is still physically and mentally strong. It seemed that he didn't want to get down on the ground, grabbed Lin Jingheng's elbow, and tentatively took a step forward with one leg.

Lin Jingheng: "..."

While Lin Jingheng was not thinking about whether to throw him out, Lu Bixing opened his arms, opened his arms until he couldn't open them any more, then moved forward a little, then put his arms around Lin Jingheng's shoulders, and hung himself on him effortlessly , exhaled with a heavy breath, his whole body almost collapsed.

Lu Bixing thought blankly: "What the hell was I busy with nothing just now? Why didn't I come up earlier?"

"Principal Lu, with all due respect, your symptoms show some degree of addiction. Are you sure you haven't taken any illegal drugs?" Zhan Lu's voice sounded from the door, and the home maintenance robot climbed up the stairs with a whimper. They were circled around the dead door panel "beep beep".

"I don't know," Lu Bixing murmured, "Is the commander-in-chief legal?"

He blurted out without thinking, but when he listened to the two sentences together, there was an indescribably ambiguous meaning. Before Lin Jingheng's anger subsided, he was "ingested" and teased once, and the fire under his skin jumped. When it reached the skin, it burned the roots of his ears.

"Fart," he said, then turned to Zhanlu, "Have I unblocked, who told you to come up?"

Zhanlu——As an artificial intelligence that can never tell when the owner is speaking human words and when he is talking nonsense, even the manipulator bent into a question mark, and said inexplicably: "Sir, you asked me to come up in the morning. To help you sort out the changes in the deployment of soldiers outside the heart of the rose."

"..." Lin Jingheng just remembered that there was such a thing, but since he was used to being unreasonable, he didn't blush because of his capriciousness, "Get out."

Zhanlu had no choice but to direct the little robot to carry the door panel away.

The "open" small attic was pierced by the wind passing through the hall, which also completely extinguished the tangled anger in Lin Jingheng's heart. He leaned back slightly and leaned against a gravity training machine he had used before. On the road, the instrument was not turned on, and he had already felt top-heavy first.

Lin Jingheng was silent for a while, trying to find a place to sit down calmly—but looking around, he found that apart from the window sill, there was no place to sit in the attic, a "treasure of geomantic omen".

"Can't you tidy it up?" He said a little tiredly, "Stuff everything in, it's a utility room."

Lu Bixing's lips moved.

Lin Jingheng glanced at him: "Just say what you want to say."

"This is not a utility room," Lu Bixing said, "This is mine...my..."

Lu Bixing's legs passed away, so he had to stand up straight.

Lin Jingheng's soul was also slowly returning to its place, and he suddenly found that as soon as he let go, Lu Bixing's shoulders and palms would show a very tense state, that kind of tense feeling of waiting for a moment, always calculating something , which made him feel very familiar for a moment—like looking in a mirror.

The two were relatively silent for a moment, Lin Jingheng tried very hard to relax her shoulders, which was not easy, when tension became the norm, relaxation was a relatively unnatural state that consumed attention.

"...This is my heart." Lu Bixing hesitated for a long time, and finally finished his half sentence, "When you are not around, I will lock it and pretend not to see it. If I can't see you, I can stop doing it. A weak man."

Lin Jingheng asked in a low voice, "Who said you were weak?"

"If I had the ability to control the situation like I do now," Lu Bixing did not answer, "Turan would not put me down without authorization."

Lin Jingheng's eyes flashed: "Tulan put you down, I acquiesced."

"I know, because at that time, I couldn't...I couldn't help you with anything. I couldn't drive a small mecha, conjure an army out of thin air for you, and stop the artillery fire of the Anti-Uganda Society. I didn't have anything Tricks in the bag, I even... In that case, I couldn't even close the gap that Saturday brought... I just wanted to go out and find you, just for my own peace of mind. If I were Turan, I would do the same .”

"If I can be stronger now, can control the situation of the alliance as I like, and make the Quartet afraid, I can tell you, no matter what you... and the Silver Ten Guards think and decide, I can support you You guys." Lu Bixing looked at him, maybe because he finally got the words out, or maybe because when one person looks at another person too intently, it is easy to subconsciously imitate the other person's actions, unconsciously, Lu Bixing He also gently loosened his half-clenched fist, "I can't."

Lin Jingheng wanted to blurt out: "Who bothers you so much, can't I make a decision myself?"

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Because Lu Bixing is not the young man who can only give suggestions without thinking, and then is kicked back by the "elders" in the conference room one by one.

Even the former Chief Edward was able to support the grassroots government of the eighth galaxy government, relying on Lin Jingheng and his Silver Nine. Lin Jingheng was in the eighth galaxy back then, just as he was in the Silver Fortress.However, this eighth galaxy government is different. Turan and Silver Nine, who were also kicked out of the shelves, do not have the absolute control that he had back then. These people who are lost and confused can only adjust themselves. new leader.

Lin Jingheng was silent for a while: "I know."

"But even so, I still really want to possess you. Am I too greedy?" Lu Bixing said, "I want you, and I want to keep the Silver Ten Guards, but I also want you who just returned from the civil war." The eighth galaxy that came here in one breath can continue to live a stable and good life for several years. I don’t want my people who have managed to earn a piece of world to be constrained by the alliance we no longer believe in. If it will conflict with the alliance, Jingheng, Will you be in trouble?"

This time, Lin Jingheng didn't hide anything, and said frankly, "Yes."

Wulan Academy is the cornerstone of his soul, just as the eighth galaxy is Lu Bixing.

No matter how many times of suffering and no amount of hatred, it will be indelible.

No matter how many times he said that he was no longer Admiral Lin of the Silver Fortress.

"When I can't sleep every day, I always think that the greatest gift this world has given me is to give you back to me." Lu Bixing said, he spoke very slowly, every word seemed to be cut from his heart , "I can't think of how to thank this kind of gift, and I can't think of what I can do to be worthy of it. Sometimes I have nightmares, dreaming that they say I am not good enough, and they want to take you away... But I can't think of it. How can I make you not feel embarrassed, how can I make you happy."

"'They said', who are 'they'?" Lin Jingheng asked in a rather calm tone, and before Lu Bixing could answer, he stretched out his hand and made an interrupting gesture, "Listen to me, it's not this bastard world who What do I "give it back to you", I came back to find you. I have lived for so many years, the so-called "fate" has never given me any good looks. It is I who dismantled the space prison and earned it out from the ground. I want to crawl back to see you, remember? Where did you get the 'gift', what the hell are you thinking! I am not wronged, who are you wronged for, how did you learn the accent of begging?"