【Lu Lin】Sight, please watch me

15.

Get caught.Lu Bixing thought, he looked back, scratched his nose with his hands, covered up his embarrassment, and then showed a smiling face: "Good morning, brother."

As soon as Lin Jingheng opened his eyes, he saw the child staring at him intently.

The opaque curtains blocked the light, and the room was still dark.

It's only six o'clock, he told himself, and the kid wakes up early.

Lin Jingheng's biological clock has always been very accurate, six o'clock is his wake-up time, no matter what time he went to bed last night.It was as if he had been winded up, engraving that timetable in his body, exactly.

"Don't sleep well, what are you looking at." Lin Jingheng frowned slightly, and Lu Bixing's eyes were tinged with an imperceptible blue color, "Woke up early?"

Lu Bixing woke up in the middle of the night, and couldn't fall back asleep. He kept his eyes open until six o'clock, staring at the person in front of him intently. His eyes were attracted by him, almost sticking to his body, familiar with his brother's face inch by inch.

My brother has changed, he thought, a great change, the boyishness of his body has faded, and he has the coldness of a soldier, especially when he appears in the Watto Daily, there is always an aura of a dictator, and that funny daily is constantly on the scene. Using public opinion to guide the public's position, the "Lieutenant General" Lin Jingheng, who has been promoted steadily, is also Lu Xin's adopted son. relationship, Lu Xin's attitude towards him, and so on.Everything in the outside world is forcing him to grow rapidly, reshaping a Lin Lieutenant General who is invulnerable to all poisons.

But my brother is not like this, Lu Bixing knows that he is not invulnerable to all poisons, nor is he omnipotent.

His brows and eyes are usually sharp and sharp, almost harsh, but he is very relaxed when he sleeps. His brows and eyes are drooping, and the corners of his mouth are not set, revealing an imperceptible gentleness.

As for why I can't sleep...

The major general, who is usually tight-knit, has a surprisingly poor sleeping position. He must walk around the landing like a pillow, and one leg is still attached to his leg.

It was so hot that the hands on his chest seemed to be pressing on his heart, making him a little breathless.

Lin Jingheng retracted her hands and feet in embarrassment, secretly annoyed, and opened her mouth dryly to explain: "I usually..."

It is impossible for him to sleep so relaxed in the army. There is always a thread hanging in his mind. He has very little sleep time and has always paid attention to high-efficiency sleep. The feeling of comfort is that it is too soft, and my back hurts when I sleep.

"I know that the brother in front of me is the most real brother."

Lu Bixing raised his eyebrows, "Brother...I'm very happy."

The most authentic is only shown in front of the most trusted people, right, brother.

Lu Bixing crawled up to him, imitating him when he was unprepared, brushed the hair on his forehead, and kissed him: "Good morning, brother, it seems that you had a good rest last night."

Really good.

Lin Jingheng had no choice but to pat his forehead lightly with his fingers, without any unreasonable dissatisfaction with him: "Good morning, since I'm not going to sleep, get up."

Lu Bixing got out of bed and was about to leave with the quilt that was thrown aside last night, when Lin Jingheng suddenly called him: "Wait..."

Lu Bixing looked back at him, he seemed to be a bit embarrassed to express his concern so blatantly, and finally rubbed his forehead to cover his face: "Did you have a nightmare last night?"

"Ah...it's nothing, brother." The reason for the nightmare was too embarrassing, Lu Bixing ran away quickly.

Later, Lin Jingheng learned from Zhanlu that it was during the evening story last night that she read the book "Hundred Dungeon Horror Stories" that once tortured her.

Just thinking about it, Lin Jingheng felt chills down her spine. The horror stories about disgusting children, read in Zhanlu's tone, had a special flavor.

A few days later, the one-eyed eagle far away in the eighth galaxy received an anonymous communication:

Please do me a favor, brother, let me accept your supernatural powers.

The one-eyed eagle was puzzled.

16.

no one.

Lin Jingheng pushed open the door of the lounge, the furnishings inside had not been moved, the guest sofa and coffee table were clean, and the windows had a cold metallic luster.

He frowned, and stood at the door for a while, with cold sweat dripping from his palms.

For the past three years, every time it was his birthday, Lu Bixing would secretly come to the Silver Fortress.

When Lu Bixing was 11 years old, he ran to the Silver Fortress alone, and he was taken aback when he was led by the guards. The Silver Fortress is not a place where he can come here casually. The child stood beside him with lowered eyebrows, holding a box of small cakes.

At that moment, he was speechless, all the words were blocked by the child's true feelings, and indescribable emotions bloomed in his heart.

The feeling of being cherished... enveloping him like never before, dispelling the coldness from his shoulders like a spring breeze dispelling the chill.

In the next two years, he would greet the doorman in advance, and if he came, he would be led to the lounge, which almost became a habit.

He forced himself to look away.

I didn't come, I didn't come if I didn't come, it's just a birthday, not a big day, so it's only natural that I don't come.

"Trouble." Lin Jingheng felt that his throat was a little dry. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice deceiving himself. He turned around too fast and bumped the person behind him.

"Oops…"

In order to protect the cake in his hand, Lu Bixing fell to the ground, hugging the box in his arms angrily, feeling that it had been smashed.

Elizabeth Kara Turan helped the little boy she had brought up, then quickly touched his heels, and saluted: "Boss!"

The Baiyin Ten Guards originally followed Lu Xin, and then chased away the pirates. After everything was peaceful, the Military Commission suspected that Lu Xin had captured a group of private soldiers all day long. In order to avoid suspicion, Lu Xin voluntarily handed over his military power.

However, Lin Jingheng has resolutely collected military power during the battles in recent years. The Military Commission does not know what kind of ecstasy soup he has poured into this group of rogue soldiers, so that these former interstellar rogues and arrogant soldiers only follow his lead.

But this further strengthened the rumors that the Military Commission believed that he and Lu Xin were at odds. He felt that after Lin Jingheng passed the legal adoption age, he grew into a white-eyed wolf, and even snatched his adoptive father's old department.

Lu Xin handed over his military power, partly to pave the way for Lin Jingheng. If he handed over his military power, it depends on whether Lin Jingheng has the strength to seize it.

Not only did Lin Jingheng catch it, but he also caught it very firmly, which was convincing. Lu Xin's personal terminal rang more than once, and it was all members of the Silver Ten Guards who came to complain that Lin Jingheng was insane during training.

Lin Jingheng raised his eyebrows, and Turan immediately said: "I met him on the road, and he said he was looking for his brother. I think the Silver Fortress is heavily guarded, and it's not something a little boy can wander around casually, so..."

Lin Jingheng's gray eyes scratched her body like knives, and Turan became more and more confused, and his voice became softer, and he shut up.

"Oh." Lin Jingheng squinted his eyes, looked at her, and understood the cause and effect. He waved to Lu Bixing, and the child obediently moved to his side, "Don't pay attention to her, don't take anything she says seriously."

Lu Bixing stuck out his tongue at Turan, and then helped her out: "Brother...the cake was broken."

"Sorry." He was distracted at the time and didn't notice the child standing behind him. Lin Jingheng opened the door of the lounge, "Go in."

When Lin Jingheng closed the door, he glanced at Turan. A layer of cold sweat rose from Turan's back, and he deeply felt that he was not far from death.

She had just finished training when she saw a little boy carrying a small cake in the Silver Fortress. Her eyes lit up for a moment, and she deeply felt that if she missed this little boy, she would regret it forever, so she went up to hook up with him for a few words.

Knowing that he was coming here to find his brother, Turan volunteered to lead the way.

If she knew that his brother was Lieutenant General Lin, she would roll faster than she could run and never look back.

Lin Jingheng closed the door, sat next to Lu Bixing, looked at the pile of shapeless cakes that had been bumped into, was silent for a moment, and comforted: "It's okay..."

"My brother said 'trouble' at the time, didn't he?"

It was a question, but it was spoken in a declarative tone. Lin Jingheng was startled suddenly, and wanted to deny it, but didn't know how to explain it.

To say that he was actually pissed off, feeling left out, neglected, sad because he didn't see him?

Lieutenant Lin is not such a person, so naturally he couldn't say such a thing, like...

It's like being coquettish.

Is he panicking because he sees me sad?

Very likely.Lu Bixing snickered in his heart, so he threw away the sadness he had just pretended, and stuck to him like a coquettish spirit, holding his wrist: "Because you didn't see me?"

"Brother didn't see me coming to celebrate your birthday as usual, so he felt sad, neglected, and unhappy, so he was stubborn, didn't he?"

It is also a statement.

Lin Jingheng avoided the boy's shining eyes and pushed his hand away, "Behave yourself."

Did not admit.

But there is no denying it either.

17.

"Boss, is that little boy just now the son of General Lu Xin, called Lu Bixing?"

While lying down and lifting dumbbells, Turan asked endlessly, "Wow, it's so cute, Mrs. Zheng."

Lin Jingheng glanced at her indifferently: "Elizabeth, shut up."

Turan shut up as he said, and after a while, he asked unwillingly: "Wow, General Lu Xin's son is so upright, so tender."

"It doesn't look like you at all, boss." Turan gathered the strength of his arms, tightened his waist and abdomen, and raised the dumbbell: "Boss, you are all following General Lu Xin. Why don't you look like the general at all?"

"It's so cute, so tender, I really want to hug it... Ah! Boss! I was wrong! Boss!"

Lin Jingheng came over and added a set of forty kilograms to the dumbbells: "Shut up, it's impossible."

He stood there for a while, and added another set of ten kilograms: "Don't even think about it."

Turan was so angry that he really didn't have the brain to think about it.