【Lu Lin】Sight, please watch me

22.

Lin Jingheng did not drink alcohol when she was a child.

Until that time when Lu Xin was having dinner with his friends, a group of big bastards didn't pay attention and poured a glass of wine for the young Lin Jingheng.

He tasted the taste of wine for the first time, spicy and throat-scorching, the liquid rolled from the tip of his tongue into his stomach, as if a burning thread had been ignited in his body.

Later, when he grew up, he would get used to putting himself a glass of rum on the rocks anywhere, even on the battlefield.

Alcohol can make people lose their minds, and it can also keep people sober.

He took a sip of strong wine in his throat, which could always calm down the chaotic thoughts.

Afterwards he became calm and collected, and got into the habit of pouring himself a glass.

Only one cup, never too much.He is always in control of his diet.

Lu Bixing didn't drink alcohol before.

When he was a child, he always looked at a cup by Lin Jingheng's hand, with a small cup poured in it. He once leaned over and sniffed it.

Somewhat pungent.

He was about to taste it, but his elder brother took the cup from him, took a sip, put it aside and rubbed his head, telling him in a coaxing tone that only adults can touch it, Children can't.

So baby Lu Bixing pried open Lu Xin's wine cabinet that night, wanting to prove that he had grown up too, but he couldn't open the bottle after holding the bottle for a long time.

He competed with the wine bottle for a while, and reached out to find the toolbox, but the artificial intelligence Zhanlu stopped him according to the rules of the Garden of Eden, and re-encrypted the wine cabinet for Xiaolu.

The first time he drank was at the dance party. The young Lu Bixing and Lin Jingheng looked at each other from a distance across a staircase. He weighed the recent news trends in the Watto Daily, and walked up to his brother with a glass of wine. He raised his chin and said, Major General, you are so dazzling.

In the end, the young master Lu Bixing was a humble one.Others acted in front of the reporter, and then they hugged their brother in the lounge of the venue and rubbed around.

"Lu Bixing, how many drinks have you had?" He had greeted himself 10 minutes ago. Although the way was a little uncomfortable, Lin Jingheng saw that playful wink and knew that the child was just playing around to give those The public commenters naturally didn't care too much about it, but they were a little sad. Watto's environment was too bad, and he shouldn't be disturbed by these public opinions.

Ten minutes later, he received a small report from Zhanlu on his personal terminal. It was detected that Lu Bixing's heart rate was too fast and his body temperature was rising, and he concluded comprehensively that Xiao Lu Bixing was drunk.

It is a small program, which is convenient for parents to check the minor's physical condition and various information at any time. Lu Xin and Professor Muller set it up, and Lin Jingheng also connected himself and Lu Bixing.

He was indeed drunk, and he was not lightly drunk.

When Lin Jingheng found him, his eyes were obviously blurred, and he asked the waiter for another glass with his glass in his hand, but the waiter was an artificial intelligence, detected that he was already drunk, and kept mechanically repeating his euphemistic refusal, but it was useless against Lu Bixing, who was messing around .

Just like now, Lin Jingheng was also helpless against Lu Bixing who was messing around.

"One cup...hehe, I didn't drink a lot, just one..." Lu Bixing blinked and grinned, "One sip!"

The young Lu Bixing’s eyes seemed to be dotted with stars, so bright that he couldn’t move his eyes away. Lin Jingheng took away the empty wine glass he was holding in his hand with a headache, and held him with one hand. Lu Bixing hugged him like this legs.

Lin Jingheng twitched once, but didn't twitch. She meditated on the spot for two seconds, and picked up the young boy who had already had a twitch, using the way she had to do to hug Xiao Lu a long time ago.

It's like never growing up.

Lu Bixing was quite drunk, he laughed, and rubbed his head into the other's shoulder affectionately, Lin Jingheng's ears were very sensitive, and moved away a little with a frown, Lu Bixing entangled him even more fiercely, and gently pecked on the side of his ear a mouthful.

Lin Jingheng's whole body froze, a strange feeling rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head along his back, and his ears became numb. He was stunned for a moment, and only heard the young man's voice still slightly soft, drunkenly commenting: : "Oh... my brother smells so good, um, it smells so good."

It smells good and is familiar. The clothes on Lin Jingheng are cleaned by Zhanlu. Zhanlu is used to using detergent with eucalyptus.

Lin Jingheng's ears were reddish, and it was natural for him to be with Turan and other gangsters, but all of this should not be shown when facing Lu Bixing.

He likes this child. Since Lin Jingheng was born, he has never been so close to anyone. They dine together, drink a cup of tea together, use a piece of pastry, eat food that the other party does not eat, sleep together, read books together, and help each other take a bath.

He invested too much emotion and effort in this child, almost desperately betting on him the doting he never got in his life.

He understands the dangers of emotions so well, so he believes that he can distinguish between doting and liking.

While Lin Jingheng brainwashed herself, she ignored her own heartbeat and deceived herself into hugging the person in her arms tightly.

Lin Jingheng said to herself that he was just a child.

23.

Yet the child seemed to grow up overnight.

After three to five years, every time Lin Jingheng went home, he found that Lu Bixing had changed. He occasionally thought in a panic, this child grows up too fast, will he be estranged from him one day?

Sometimes he got taller, from his chest to his collarbone to his shoulders, and now he can almost reach his nose. The young man stretched out quickly, as if he wanted to grow shoulders that could stand upright overnight.

After entering Wulan Academy, Lu Bixing also became busy. He was gossiping around about the conditions for entering the Silver Ten Guards after graduation. He wished he could fly to that person overnight, while he was busy with his studies. He was easy to get along with, no Professor Shao likes him very much, and pulls him to finish the project together every now and then, followed by a group of fan girls whose painting style does not belong to Ulan College, shouting "Junior Lu is so handsome" all day long, but later they were reserved and asked "Junior Lu Do you have time to fix xx for me?"

That's right, Lu Bixing has become a half-popular figure in Wulan College. Unlike Lin Jingheng's thunderous reputation, when people mention him, most of them praise him. The end is at a point of balance.

Lin Jingheng heard that Lu Bixing participated in as many social dances as he participated in research projects. He originally scoffed at it, but when Zhanlu sent him the large package of documents, Lin Jingheng was rarely silent.

He recalled that when he was in Wulan College, he was not ignorant all day long, but he just happened to be stuck on an excellent line, and he refused to spend any effort. Unexpectedly, Lu Bixing seemed to have so much energy that he could not use up his research. After completing a long list, there are more than a hundred sub-categories in the folder, which is dazzling. Lin Jingheng glanced at it and closed the page.

It made him dizzy.

Zhan Lu explained without vision: "According to my statistics, the rumors about Wulan Academy are completely nonsense. Although Young Master Lu often appears in various social activities, he is by no means as rich as the topics. But according to According to incomplete statistics, Young Master Lu receives all kinds of invitations every day in his private mailbox open to the public, including various confessions from his juniors and girls."

Lin Jingheng paused, and sensitively grasped the point: "Student?"

"There are also seniors and sisters."

With a click, the pen in Lin Jingheng's hand broke. He was almost speechless for a while, his mind was muddled, but he felt that the person he valued was placed in front of the public, and it didn't feel good to be scrutinized and coveted by others.

covet...

He trembled slightly in his heart, raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows, feeling that the pirates appeared and disappeared recently, and the pressure was a bit high.

Who is coveting whom? ╰(*′︶`*)╯