【Lu Lin】Sight, please watch me

4.

Lin Jingheng entered Wulan Military Academy on her own initiative when she was 14 years old, and did not say hello to anyone in the family. When Lu Xin knew about it, she had already received the admission notice. From then on, Lin Jingheng seldom went home, almost deliberately reducing her sense of presence at home. .

Two years later, Xiao Lu Bixing was born. Later, General Lu Xin was busy coordinating the relationship between the eighth galaxy and the alliance, and Professor Muller was busy with research. Lin Jingheng had the strongest presence in the family. He skipped classes regularly and went home. The violations of discipline are more than the sum of his two years of entering the military academy.

General Lu Xin has a bit of a headache, his personal terminal doesn't ring when there is nothing wrong, but recently the senior management of Wulan Military Academy almost exploded his personal terminal, all complaints from Lin Jingheng's lack of discipline and disobedience to management, all of them are euphemistically accusing Lu Xin didn't manage him well.

After a week of introspection, Lin Jingheng's number of discipline violations did not decrease but increased. Later, the Political and Religious Office put him in the introspection room as a punishment. He was safe and sound all morning, but at noon, he hacked into the system and opened the door. Go home as usual and make milk powder for Lu Bixing.

No one can control him, no rules can restrain him.

The previous calm was because there was nothing worth caring about in his eyes and he was shaken by it. Now, a younger brother named "Lu Bixing" parachuted into his life, wrapped in the trust and entrustment of that man, and easily pushed him away. The door of his heart that has been dusty for a long time.

Because Xiaolu Bixing is still young, he doesn't mind showing his heart and giving him the only warmth in his life.

The child is still young, what threat can he pose to him?Lin Jingheng thought.

5.

Professor Muller and Lu Xin were sour.

The two of them are very busy, and their work does not allow them to leave their posts, so they can only pay attention to Xiaolu Bixing's life at home through Zhanlu, and get along with Xiaolu Bixing for a while through Zhanlu.

Today Zhanlu just connected the holographic projection of the two of them, and saw Lin Jingheng holding Lu Bixing in one hand, and holding a kettle in the other hand, pouring the water from the kettle into the flowers.

It really fell, the water in the flowerpot was about to overflow, he still didn't show any signs of stopping, but he could tell he was in a good mood.

His cold brows and eyes are very relaxed, and the curve of the corner of his mouth that is usually used to sneer is extraordinarily soft. When the virtual sunlight in Lu Xin's garden shines in, it almost coats the boy with a layer of light, and the whole person is almost gentle.

Lu Xin and Mu Le saw Lin Jingheng like that for the first time.

In front of a child who didn't understand anything, the defenseless Lin Jingheng, with the air of a 17-year-old boy, all those deliberate and mean looks of the rich and powerful disappeared.

Then "Gentle Lin Jingheng" saw them, calmly restrained his expression, and greeted politely: "Good afternoon, General Lu Xin, Madam Lu."

Professor Muller returned the gift with a smile. Lu Xin didn't speak for a while, not understanding why the child changed his face so quickly, he sorted out his language for a long time: "The garden is taken care of by Zhanlu every day...Stinky boy, you want to kill this child A few small flowers?"

Lin Jingheng glanced at him, paused, and put down Lu Bixing in his arms, and Xiao Lu Bixing wobbled towards the holographic projection.

Then it was empty, the little hand went through the projection two or three times, and then grabbed it blankly, and only caught one hand of air. Xiao Lu Bixing couldn't accept the reality that his father, who was right in front of him, was actually far away in the sky, so he howled out.

"..." Lin Jingheng put down the shower pot, and walked over helplessly to pick up the little one. Lu Bixing grabbed the little one randomly in the air, then hugged Lin Jingheng's neck, and buried him in his arms without looking up.

"I can't raise my son well, so what's the use of giving birth." Lin Jingheng snorted, turned sideways to block Lu Bixing's sight, and patted him on the back with a strong hand, leaning his body at an angle, shaking slightly, "Find time Come home more, I'm not interested in being a full-time nanny."

"I don't know who eats truancy every day, just like you, who thought he was going to abduct my son." Lu Xin choked up a bit, unwilling to bow down, "I don't know who was so jealous a year ago, now' Brother' is proficient?"

Lin Jingheng's face darkened, and she was not interested in teasing him in front of Lu Bixing. Professor Muller watched the two people's undercurrents with a smile, and actually they were jealous.

"How is it? Brother? Brother? Brother? Are you happy when you are?"

Lu Xin couldn't see his son, so he was so sour, he kept making trouble with him, and then Lin Jingheng felt a chill in his ears, something was put on it, and the child softly called "brother" next to his ear.

Lin Jingheng blinked sluggishly, and was stunned. He really had been expecting this little guy to call himself, but he didn't teach him very deliberately. He is not a person who talks a lot in daily life. If there is, it can only be Zhanlu. Teach him how to pronounce in his spare time, Zhanlu is comprehensive, it is impossible to keep teaching him to call him brother.

But the child's first cry...was brother.

Lin Jingheng's heart softened all of a sudden, and she felt that the baby she was holding on her shoulder was three points heavier, and she didn't know how to adjust the strength of her hands.

However, Lu Xin jumped into a rage three seconds later, turned into lemon essence, and was so sour, "Stinky boy! This kid hasn't called me dad yet, what kind of magic trick did you use to make him call you brother!"

There is no sorcery, if there is one, it is Lu Xin's own three-strike combo just now.

Lemon Jing Lu Xin sent a series of words, Lu Bixing just hugged Lin Jingheng's neck, shrunk into his arms, and didn't want to talk to this elusive father.

Professor Muller had no choice but to drag away Lu Xin, who had become jealous. After saying goodbye to Lin Jingheng, Zhanlu turned off the holographic projection, and the huge garden became quiet.

Lin Jingheng stood motionless in the sunlight, repeatedly savoring the phrase "brother" just now.

His fluttering and restless mood sank in an instant, and the chaos in the academy was thrown aside, as if the whole world was only him, and the sound of this little brat's breathing in his ears.

He didn't even notice the little red flower pinned to his ear.

Zhanlu felt very helpless, the precious species he had carefully guarded had just started, and died so easily.

6.

Lu Bixing, who has grown up a little, is very noisy, and the medical cabin can no longer restrain him. Usually, when Lin Jingheng is at school, he would scatter around the Lu family mansion, curious about all new and new things, and have an exploratory spirit.

Everyone is not worried at all, after all, Zhanlu stays at home.

When he was just one year old, Lu Xin's friends and comrades-in-arms all found time to celebrate his birthday. His birth was like a festival, everyone in the room looked forward to it, and his arrival surprised everyone.

The birthday cake was spread all over the room by the birthday star, and the naughty Lu Bixing smeared the guests' bodies and faces more or less, but everyone pampered him.

Xiao Lu sat on the carpet like a crowd of stars, and all the people who came were Lu Xin's subordinates and friends, they sat around the baby and kept teasing him.

Lin Jingheng sat quietly on the sofa and flipped through news magazines, looking a little out of place, when suddenly her cheeks felt cold, and then she was kissed.

There was a "boo", a bit loud.

Lin Jingheng was stunned for a moment, unable to tell what it was like.

He saw the little boy sitting by his hand, covered with cream, and opened his arms to him.

"Go away and wash your hands." Lin Jingheng glanced at him and turned a page of the magazine.

After a few seconds, Lu Bixing got his wish and was lifted up by his beloved brother.

Several of Lu Xin's subordinates knew Lin Jingheng when he first came to Lu's mansion, and they all felt that the little boy was not very close to him, and had little human touch.

But now the thin and tall young man was wronged by his long legs, sitting on the carpet with his little birthday boy in his arms, looking extraordinarily abrupt and harmonious.

Lu Xin looked at the teenager and child sitting in the crowd with mixed feelings.

He always felt that the older he got, the thinner he became, and there was almost a tendency to slant his sword. Although his behavior has never crossed the line, his words have faintly revealed the thoughts of a young man.

But he's not worried now.

This sharp blade that has not yet seen blood, from now on, no matter what happens.

There will always be a scabbard named "Lu Bixing", pulling him tightly and holding him tightly.

Now this "scabbard" who hasn't grown up is trying to pull off his brother's head, and then slapped and kissed his chin.