【Lu Lin】Sight, please watch me

11.

After graduating from Ulan College, Lin Jingheng has been working in the Silver Fortress. He is a recent "honorary graduate" of Ulan College. He was awarded the title of "Lieutenant Colonel" as soon as he graduated. Exceptional promotion.

He is so busy that he barely touches the ground, floating in the sky all day long, and the harassment of interstellar pirates is just like everyday food. He is stationed in the Silver Fortress every day, and he goes out with the army, often for weeks or even months. Back home, it has been four years since he graduated from Ulan School.

But he still remembers the child's birthday clearly, the red circle drawn on the calendar is approaching day by day, they have seen each other less and less recently, and they can't see each other for several months, but Xiao Lu will make him feel relieved Heart, although sticky at home, but since he started working, Xiao Lu Bixing has been sensible and has not messed around or acted coquettishly. He just asked euphemistically when he could come back during several calls that were thousands of miles away. I miss it.

But it made him feel even more distressed.

Such a young child, but expressing his emotions with restraint, is obviously used to him since he was a child, why is he so sensible and so painful.

Lin Jingheng closed his eyes irritably, the vast universe was silent under his mental network, and he and a small team carried out the survey mission separately, scanning various transition points to check the energy fluctuations.

Under his spiritual net, green light spots appeared one after another, and they were moving fast.

As far as the eye can see, there is also a survey team from pirates, the number is not large, only twelve mechas.

The range of the mental net of ordinary mechs is limited. He found the enemy, and the enemy naturally locked on him. In an instant, the high-energy particle cannon and the missile port aimed at him at the same time.

Lin Jingheng was alone. He quickly connected the communication key through the transition point, delivered the message, and then quickly turned on the acceleration system. The instant peak acceleration slammed him and the safety belt against the wall.

That was the first real battle in Lin Jingheng's life. He wiped out a reconnaissance team alone, and then a large number of pirate enemy troops came. When they were locked by countless missiles, the anti-missile system notified that the inventory in the arsenal was exhausted.

He invaded the nearest mecha, aimed at the camp, fired and blew himself up, exited the opponent's mental net with one blow, and proceeded to the next one, detonating 25 enemy mechas one after another.

His mental strength was overloaded, there were marks left by three injections of soothing agent on his arm, his muscles were tensely huddled together, his headache was about to burst in an instant, and he did not forget to forcibly lift the other party out of the mental net.

Turning off the gravity system of the enemy mecha, and fishing in the mecha, all in one go, the only mistake is that he fought with three people in that mecha, and almost didn't survive.

Finally, the Union Army arrived belatedly and entered the battlefield at a critical moment, ending the battle.

Lin Jingheng was injured gloriously. The first battle left a hideous scar on his body, which disappeared from the neck to the waistline. He could remove the scar casually, but let the imperfect scar Branded on the body, it's like declaring something with teeth and claws.

Boyhood passed by in a hurry, more or less imperfect, and his time was coming.

Because of this, he was kissed again by Marshal Woolf, promoted to at least general, and got a half-day precious vacation.

"Good morning, master, congratulations on being one year older, happy sixth birthday, I hope you will have a surprise today."

When Xiao Lu Bixing woke up, the familiar electronic sound played, he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes unhappily, and went to wash up as usual.

Lu Bixing knew that there was no surprise. His father and mother called last night, saying that they were too busy to leave, and the birthday present would be made up later, and his brother hadn't contacted him for a week. I don't know if he still remembers. Today is his birthday.

In the empty Lu Mansion, only he and Zhanlu were at home.

After washing up, he went downstairs to the dining room to have breakfast, and suddenly froze at the corner——

He seemed to hear his brother's voice.

While holding the handle of the pot, Lin Jingheng shoveled an unknown lump in the pot with a shovel in embarrassment, sighed deeply in her heart, and poured the eggs into the trash can No. 13 times.

"Master Lin, I don't think you should waste time on this. You can set the program yourself, and the kitchen system will make the most suitable breakfast for the young master within 2 minutes." Zhan Lu stood beside him politely, feeling a little embarrassed Seeing, "You are wasting food like this, it is very shameful."

"If you have nothing to help, just shut up." Lin Jingheng laid an egg impatiently, picked out the leaked eggshell with chopsticks, and asked him again, "Do you have to go downstairs? If Not yet, you read him a morning story."

"Although I really want to help you delay the time, it turns out that the young master has already gone downstairs."

Lin Jingheng turned her head and saw the child wearing the dinosaur pajamas she hated before, standing firmly outside the kitchen for an unknown how long, walking like a cat, without making a sound.

Lin Jingheng scolded Zhanlu waste in her heart, and nodded to the little boy who was not as tall as her waist, "Good morning, go sit over there, and you can eat it in a while."

"According to the size of the fire and the tilt of the pan, the egg on your side may have been burnt. I suggest you..."

"Shut up, Zhanlu."

Lin Jingheng was a little embarrassed and annoyed. The omnipotent warrior didn't know what to do in front of the pot. His original intention was to let Lu Bixing wake up and have a perfect breakfast, instead of seeing himself in a hurry here, he retracted awkwardly. Sight, resigned to fate, and deliberately did not look at that little guy.

Then the little boy came over silently, hugged one of his brother's legs, and held on for a while.

"Sit over, what does it look like?" Lin Jingheng frowned and moved his legs, but he didn't dare to kick him, so he could only support himself stiffly on one foot. Xiao Lu must be sticky at home, no matter what Lin Jingheng's attitude— —Xiao Lu Bixing knows that because he has grown up, it is inconvenient for his brother to act too intimately, but his brother likes such intimacy in his heart.

So let him get close, let him reach out for a hug, and let him cling to my brother.

Once he tried it, he verified his conjecture, and became more unscrupulous in the future, deeply feeling that this was a kind of brother's arrogance, and he was as happy as he was on the outside.

In the end, Lin Jingheng boiled him a cup of milk with sugar and warmed up a few slices of bread. Lu Bixing forcibly rescued the No. 17 eggs that were supposed to be thrown away by him and put them on the dining table.

The breakfast was simpler than usual, but Lu Bixing ate it very happily. The warm milk flowed down his throat, and the warm feeling spread to the internal organs, and then settled into the abdomen.

It's still very sweet, Xiao Lu Bixing thought happily, the gloom in the morning was swept away, he raised his head and glanced at Lin Jingheng, and met his gaze.

Lin Jingheng didn't expect that he would raise his head suddenly and was caught straight. Instead, he said very unreasonably, "Eat breakfast in peace and look around."

"Oh."

Lu Bixing's eyebrows raised a small arc uncontrollably, he finished his breakfast quickly, and simply stared at him, as if he was waiting for him to speak.

Lin Jingheng rubbed her nose with her fingers, because it only happened once a year, so she was not very proficient in business, so she said dryly:

"Hmm... happy birthday."

Lu Bixing rushed over happily, and before Lin Jingheng refused, he slapped him on the cheek as a kiss.

"Brother, don't show such an expression." The child was pure white and flawless, tilting his head and smiling happily, "Shouxing kisses as usual, and it has continued since the first birthday. How about it, is it sweet?"

Lin Jingheng rubbed his face helplessly, the kiss of the child who had just drank milk was imprinted on his face, and the fragrance shot straight into his nose.

Really sweet, he thought.

12.

Five months later.

Lin Jingheng's 20th birthday is here.

He didn't have a day off that day. He finished the basic army training in the Silver Fortress as usual. Because he was bored, he added an extra set of weight-bearing runs for himself, and did an hour of mental training. After washing, he returned to the team with his hair still dripping.

A young major general, although some people in the high-level military committee are jealous and have repeatedly proposed to Marshal Woolf to send him to other galaxies for training, but there is no such thing in the army. The spirit net with the peak matching degree has to be admired.

Lin Jingheng's personal terminal rang. He glanced at it, and then walked towards the lounge.

"Why are you here?" He looked at the big and small in front of him, a little helpless, "It's not a big day."

Lu Bixing's eyes were straightened, and the greeting he had prepared was stuck in his throat, and he didn't say it for a while.

My brother usually dresses casually at home, and this is the first time he has seen him in military uniform.

The slim military uniform is attached to the body, and everything is tightly seamed. The shirt is carefully tucked into the waistband of the trousers. The boy is tall and tall, with straight and slender legs. He is stepping on a pair of military boots. The major general's epaulets are shining brightly. He seems to have just washed his hair and A little wet on the ears.

The aura around him is cold and serious, completely different from at home.

Is this my brother at work?

For a moment the world is different, and for a moment it is like waking up from a dream.

Lu Xin looked at Lin Jingheng with satisfaction: "It's ok, brat, you've become a major general at a young age, and you can take over my class in a few years."

He'd fought for the League all his life, he'd been loyal to the League, and he saw himself in this kid.

General Lu Xin's brilliance is unmatched, and no one has surpassed him so far.

The corners of Lin Jingheng's tight mouth loosened slightly, and Lu Xin waved to him: "Come here, kid, I have a present for you."

He held the boy's hand mysteriously. When he touched it for the first time, his hand was still small and soft. Now it is almost bigger than himself. There are wear marks and thin calluses between his fingers, which are the result of long-term training. result.

Lu Xin put something in his palm, and it felt cold to the touch: "In the future, I will hand over Zhanlu to you."

Lin Jingheng's eyes widened uncontrollably, and she looked at him in astonishment. Lu Xin looked at his expression and laughed: "How is it? Do you like it?"

"I..." Lin Jingheng glanced at Lu Bixing who was beside him, but didn't see his expression clearly, she was a little panicked, and pushed back, "I can't take it."

Before Lu Bixing was born, he was indeed worried that such a child would steal Lu Xin's attention, but he didn't realize until after Lu Bixing was born.

He deserves the best and deserves to be pampered by many.

How could he rob things with his younger brother? Zhanlu belongs to Lu Xin, so it should belong to Lu Bixing.

And he is just an adopted son, and even after today, Lu Xin is no longer his legal guardian.

After today, he was alone again.

"You are stupid." Lu Xin became more and more satisfied with this child, how hard it looks on the outside, but how soft it is on the inside, he clasped Zhan Lu in Lin Jingheng's hand, and Zhan Lu became a wristband, "This is a must. Yes, otherwise you would think that Zhanlu would leave it to the housekeeper and not to you."

Lu Xin winked at Xiao Lu Bixing, looked at Lin Jingheng and joked: "When I grow up, I will be your home, don't just run away with Zhanlu, you know?"

Lin Jingheng should have known that Lu Xin would be full of nonsense!

"Happy birthday, son." Lu Xin opened his hands and hugged the boy who was already taller than him.

The young man of the past faded away from his innocence, participated in more than [-] battles, made great military achievements, and has grown into an indomitable man.

But no matter how indomitable you are, you still need a place for your soul to return to, and you need someone to hug when you are exhausted and scarred.

Moreover, Lu Bixing relied on this kid and didn't want him to leave, nor did he.

"Happy birthday, brother."

Xiao Lu Bixing stretched out his hand and took his other hand, and he hugged his brother's leg only after confirming that it was a familiar feeling.

Dad came a few days ago and asked him if he could give Zhanlu to his brother as a birthday present. To be honest, he was very happy.

On the one hand, it will be easier for him to take Zhanlu with him, on the other hand... he will always be concerned about Zhanlu with him.

If the elder brother has Zhanlu, he will not leave when he becomes an adult.

There are two people, one big and one small, each with their own ghosts, but their hearts go to the same place.

For Lin Jingheng, Wulan College is the cornerstone of his soul, Silver Fortress is where he sharpens his guns, foreign lands are his battlefields, and pirates are his enemies.

The Lu Mansion is the place where his soul returns. These two people... are the most important people in his life, and he has cared about him all his life.