Chapter 149: Can you do it if you don't like it?

"Get off!" Lin Jingheng was furious, and turned his back to part his elbow. "Release your hand!"
But this elbow seemed to be stuck on the wall, and a muffled sound, Lu Bixing didn't even hum.
A blood vessel in his brain was about to jump and explode, and he had no time to think, but instinctively grasped Lin Jingheng tighter. He buried his face deeply in Lin Jingheng's shoulders and smelled the body temperature coming out of the fabric.
The faint temperature poured into his nasal cavity, like a stab, into his brows.
In his struggle, Lu Bixing took a long step, his calf hit the small table that served the guests, and the small teacups that were sloppy were poured into one piece, and they were planted together on the single sofa.
This posture was really indecent, Lin Jingheng could not open his hand for a while, and was breathless with his hard wrist bones, sneered sneerly: "This? It was fried when he escaped, it was really his Mom is not a place. Going up a bit, you and Lin Jinglian can rest assured ... "
Lu Bixing's expression sank, his voice changed: "What are you talking about!"
Lin Jingheng: "I don't know what I am doing!"
Lu Bixing said calmly on his mouth, which meant "releasing his hands, one wide and two wide". At this time, holding someone's hand was far less generous: "In the heart of the rose, I have never asked you It was I who broke into them without permission to bring you back. It was because I deliberately ignored the urgency of allowing the Silver Ten Guards to first resolve the alliance and almost trapped myself outside the eighth galaxy! I did not want to return you To the Alliance, I make my own claim, I ca n’t do it better, okay! "
Lin Jingheng bowed his head skillfully and folded Lu Bixing's arm by one card. His fingers were forced to loosen, and he instinctively hooked his coat. He grabbed the air—Lin Jingheng picked up his coat and threw it on his face. On the other hand, the metal clasp intimately collided with the total length of the bridge of the nose.
The chip man's body doesn't feel this pain. He just feels that the clothes are cold and cold, like a layer of dye ... a cream that was only on the Beijing β star.
Lin Jingheng's shirt was halved by him. The hem was wrinkled like Harden's face. Several buttons had collapsed. He stood angrily a few steps away. He was ragged and described as embarrassed.
He was silent for a while, his chest went from violent ups and downs to deep breaths, but he couldn't seem to breathe, so he raised his head slightly, the bones on the side of the neck were tightened, and the cricket marks suddenly appeared from under the skin. Rising to heaven.
Lu Bixing held his coat, biting his tongue, reluctantly calmed himself down, and took the lead to end the argument and lowered his head: "Lin, I ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
Lin Jingheng looked down at him, his voice pressed in his throat: "What do you mean?"
Lu Bixing's lips curled into a line, his hands resting on his knees were clasped together, and his ten fingers were constantly torturing each other.
The face of an adult male is more or less angular, but previously, Lu Bixing's bones were covered with a thin layer of flesh, which is much thinner than "baby fat". It is not the kind of juvenile, but it is just right. The bones are plated with soft light, because the eyebrows are stretched and the corners of the mouth are always upwards, which makes them particularly tender and affectionate.
But maybe the chip speeded up his metabolism, maybe it was just tiring. The thin layer of flesh now has only skin, and the edges and corners become obvious. Even the facial features are sharpened by the deepening of the contours. When not smiling, There was a sense of not being angry.
Lin Jingheng stepped back, leaned against the wall on the side of the sitting room, closed his eyes.
Recently, Lu Bixing has actually relaxed a lot in front of him, and even raised a little precious curiosity to take the initiative to blame Dr. Harden. When the expedition team successfully passed through the heart of the rose that day, all members of the ground support department were boiling, and Lu Bixing was mixed in the crowd and punched him farther than a thumb ... At that moment, he even thought that he had gradually repaired the pass. The way forward.
Unexpectedly, there was no time to be relieved, the shadowy path was broken by the voice from the league.
The crisis-ridden alliance wants the eighth galaxy alone.
How logical it would be if Lin Jingheng was just an ordinary person and wanted to keep him. But he represents the Silver Ten Guards. After fighting with the Pirate Freedom Army for more than ten years, there are only a bunch of broken copper and iron, which can still control the battle. His stay has been mixed with many other things, personal feelings, where can it go?
Calculating carefully, in fact, the problems between them existed from the beginning, almost from the smelly sister base-
At that time, because Lin Jingheng also had to repair the triple third, under the premise of the "Hundred Days Law", he barely graced Lu Bixing for three months. The three months immediately expired. The base was still muddy and couldn't get on the wall. The long-awaited Silver Nine has abandoned the scum of thousands of people in the base. The young teacher Lu moved back and forth in Weigu, lingering in the night of New Year's Eve, wondering which side to stand on.
But fortunately, Prince Gloria Aris Feng just happened to find the base because of the death of a stranger. He pushed them horizontally, allowing them to avoid the conflict and dilemma.
The second was a mutant rainbow virus outbreak—if they did not have Hope's help at the time, and eventually they could not get antibodies to the mutant rainbow virus, Lin Jingheng would order at the last moment and let Turan leave with Silver Nine and be about to die. The eighth galaxy? Lin Jingheng answered the question "Yes" very clearly. It was Lu Bixing's stubborn refusal to believe ... and once again luck, let the of death stop before they must verify the answer.
The third time was Lin Jingheng's identity exposure. The eighth galaxy was surrounded by many songs. Lu Bixing proposed to blow up the transition point and close the eighth galaxy. Lu Bixing felt that he should have seen that, even though Lin was nominally the "Commander of the Eighth Galaxy Self-Defense Forces" at that time, he was actually the general of the Silver Fortress, but he did not agree to bombing the jump point in private. He did not want to rebel from the alliance, even after receiving the information from the Silver Ten Guards, he ordered them to defend the Declaration of Freedom, not himself ... Lin Jingheng did not explicitly oppose the closure of the eight galaxies at that time, I am afraid it was only because he had only a group of shrimp soldiers and crabs. , And those people are persecuting him.
It turns out that even so, he still nearly died for the league.
Looking back now, Lu Bixing thought, if he was a little more sensitive and thought a little more, would he be able to see the shadowy line of fate, and see the deep root crack between the two of them?
Destiny is not small for him, giving him a love and a muddy person to escape twice, but again and again no more, he did not take them as a warning, even complacent that he can always "two-pronged" talent. So fate took him a big slap and piled the unavoidable contradictions under his nose.
The two were silent for a long time before the boiling temperature gradually dropped, like a passing fire, and the ashes would go out.
The electronic clock on the door of the parlour paced every second, and that inch of time grew almost tragic.
Lu Bixing finally opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "No, no, OK? Listen to me."
Lin Jingheng looked at him without a word.
"Dr. Harden said, you are trapped in the space prison and tried to break through the blockade more than 2,000 times." Lu Bixing said that the piece of information that came out of Dr. Harden's mouth was enough to guess him. "I calculated that from the dissolution of the Zhanlu Spirit Net to the fishing by the Free Army, there was at least half an hour in the middle, and people could not survive that long under the cosmic rays after the explosion, so I guess you should use Some way ... Add a protective cover to the destroyed eco-cabin, and suffered severe brain trauma in the process, Harden and they all think the damage is irreversible ... So how much is it? You are unconscious how long?"
"Two years," Lin Jingheng replied without any undulations, and then he deliberately picked out what it was like, saying, "It's not as long as you think, I'm talking about Votor time."
The words "Voto Time" were harsh, and Lu Bixing's fingers tightened even more.
Guessing is guessing, and the truth is never as good as that person's own words. His voice is astringent: "For two years ... the person who saved you did not take any helpful measures, Harden said that she wants you to maintain the status quo. "
"That's not true, she took measures," Lin Jingheng said, "she wants to turn me into a specimen."
Lu Bixing's finger joints rattled.
Lin Jingheng leaned his head against the wall and stared at the ceiling for a while. The texture of the ceiling was simple and elegant, without extra emotions and expressions. It was a standard guest room.
"I used to think that as long as there was a breath, I had to see someone. There was a place where I had to go back, and I had to make a commitment, so I didn't dare to die. I had to dig out a vitality from my slit. I do n’t dare to dissipate my consciousness on the remnant spiritual net, and the disturbance of the stellar storm will wake up when the asteroid revolves to the near point. I have to pretend to have amnesia, to be stupid, to be gentle, just from the hands of the pirates. To cheat a little bit of breathing room ... Don't even dare to think carefully when pretending, this 'pirate' is my sister. "
When Lin Jingheng said this, he shut his mouth abruptly, faintly felt that Houwen was hurting, and he should not say it. But those words were like the sour water had poured into his throat when he was vomiting, but he couldn't bear to go back. Lin Jingheng almost bit his teeth and just held the text. I didn't expect to have time to digest it myself, and Lu Bixing suddenly said: " You 'think it before', now? Now it feels like it doesn't make any sense, right-you want to say that, I can see it. "
He was too good at checking words and words, and at a glance, dragged Lin Jingheng's words back forcibly and spread them out in front of the two.
"I'm not worth this." Lu Bixing quietly continued, "I don't know, what should I do to prevent you from suffering the pain of these 16 years, can you tell me? Jingheng, I ... … I really ca n’t carry this… such a heavy expectation. The person you like does n’t exist anymore, I really want to return it to you, but I can only continue with a tail.

Lin Jingheng turned his head to say something, but Lu Bixing interrupted him again.
Lu Bixing calmed his voice, just like he patiently explained the reason to his bear students in his early years. He said, "Can't you lie and say, no matter what I become, you like it."
"Let's be frank, Jingheng. I know you ... Well, I'm not clear about the Independence Year and the Voto Year in this way forward-even if it's been more than 20 years? It was the turn of gentlemen. Later, when I was in trouble in the war, I started to entangle you ... and then later, when you left, I took out all the records about you by Zhan Luna, and came back and forth. I unilaterally accompanied As you grow up from a teenager to the Alliance Admiral, I'll be with you ... more than a hundred times. I know you better than you think. "
"Do I now occasionally remind you of the Marshal of the Alliance, and the one of the Freedom Army? Then you think so, I used to think they were both crazy, but now they can understand them more and more."
"What you like is 'he'. In front of me, you dare not look back, but what you like is him. I know that you don't like one that is always deliberate and always makes you nervous and tired. It may happen in the future. People who persecute you like them, don't they? "
Lu Bixing lifted his head, and there was something thrilling in his eyes, like deep darkness, a silent storm.
The suffocating silence spread again.
After a while, Lin Jingheng confessed as he wished.
He said, "Yes."
This word finally tore the whitewashed peace.
Lin Jingheng said, "I don't like to guess what you think every day, and I don't like to think about what to say and what should not be said at all times. I hate personal relationships like a tightrope. Trivial work, I feel tired. "
The guillotine's trowel fell, instantly causing the corpse to separate.
Lu Bixing tried to squeeze a relieved smile at him, but failed. His throat rolled back and forth a few times, making no sound, and his chest was cold, as if approaching death alive.
Lin Jingheng pulled the door of the sitting room and walked out. The home maintenance robot guarding the door came in and knocked to check the door shaft and wall surface damaged by him, making a little noise.
Lu Bixing closed his eyes. In the darkness, the man's footsteps were clear. He wanted to jump up desperately and grab him back like a life-saving straw, but there was no strength, just like cold. The river submerged the top of his head, poured into his limbs, and kept dragging him down, only to watch him drown.
"But what can I do?"
Lu Bixing fiercely stirred his eyes, and opened his eyes warily.
Lin Jingheng did not leave home, but went upstairs. He stood on the zigzag stairs and suddenly turned back and yelled at him: "I have only this meaning in my life, can I not like it if I don't like it?"
Lu Bixing was stunned. He didn't know when he stood up. When he returned to God, he only heard a door upstairs. Lin Jingheng fell on the door of the study. He didn't wait for Lu Bixing to wander down the stairs to get a result. Lin Jingheng came out of the study with a cold face again-he thought of Lu Bixing as the eighth galaxy chief executive, and often needed to convene an online meeting in the study. When he couldn't use it, he stared at Lu Bixing's unstoppable eyes. 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 spewed bubbles, and a cold war began.