Chapter 78
Lin Han keenly noticed the change in He Yunting: "What's wrong?"
He Yunting himself hadn't recovered from the shock, but he was so used to hiding everything that he subconsciously denied it, "It's okay."
He didn't want to hide it from Lin Han, but now the two of them couldn't see each other, and telling him would only increase his worries.
While talking to Lin Han, he recalled, could it be that he really remembered it wrong?
He doubted himself very briefly.
But he was very confident in his memory. Everything he had experienced would leave traces in his mind.
He quickly calmed down and felt that there was such a blank. If it was not his problem, then there must be something missing somewhere.
As long as there is something missing, you can always find the problem by recalling and investigating it again.
But it’s too late now, and I have a new task tomorrow. This is not the time to think about what happened three years ago.
Lin Han didn't ask any more questions, but just said with concern: "Is there anything else you need to check?"
He Yunting's voice didn't sound unusual. He calmly replied, "No more." After a moment, he paused and said, "But maybe you have to come here from time to time in the next few days."
Lin Han said "OK" and didn't ask any more questions.
The two chatted naturally for a few more sentences. After Lin Han tidied up He Yunting's study, he sat back in his chair to rest.
"Your study is so empty," Lin Han asked curiously, "This house is so big, don't you usually live in it?"
"Someone will come to clean up regularly. The housekeeper will arrange it." He Yunting replied.
"Oh." Lin Han responded, "Then I'll go back."
It seemed that both of them had a belated shyness. After that incident, they would rather listen to the voice and imagine each other's appearance, but no one would take the initiative to click the video button. They were so innocent that they didn't seem like two adult men.
"Lin Han." He Yunting suddenly changed the subject, "I plan to let Qi Jiamu follow you these two days, and take some time to go to Xu Zhiheng's laboratory to check on his brother's condition."
"You should have a better impression of him. I heard that he has improved. You should know how far he has come."
"good."
"Don't worry about what Qi Jiamu will do. He doesn't have the key to the last door. What's more, his brother still needs continued treatment." He Yunting added, as if understanding Lin Han's concerns.
"What about you?" Lin Han asked. Even though he knew the question was meaningless and meaningless, he couldn't help but blurt out, "How are you?"
He Yunting said without hesitation: "No problem. Once the plan is deployed, it can be implemented."
Lin Han recalled what He Yunting had said before: "Is the proton star very troublesome?"
When Qi Jiaze attacked him on the battleship, He Yunting drew his gun and shot without hesitation. What's more, there are already many people on Proton Star who seem to have integrated similar genes. According to He Yunting's style, there might be a river of blood, so he eliminated all possible risks.
"Nothing." He Yunting didn't want to say much, and even hesitated for a moment, as if he was worried that he would scare Lin Han and was unwilling to tell him his plan.
But Lin Han guessed it right, so he didn't ask any more questions. He just said soothingly: "No matter what you do, you won't go wrong."
"Don't hesitate, and don't doubt," Lin Han said, "I will always be on your side."
He Yunting didn't say anything for a long time.
It was not until Lin Han thought that he might have fallen asleep or something else had happened that the other party responded very lightly and said, "Okay."
"Wait until I come back."
"Then you should go to bed early. It's very late there now." Lin Han had no way to stop himself from being long-winded. He could only abandon himself and let himself go. "I'll tell Qi Jiamu tomorrow."
"Um."
Lin Han wanted to hang up but couldn't bear to. On the one hand, she felt that she actually had such a moment, and on the other hand, she wanted to hear He Yunting say a few more words.
But He Yunting was still very straightforward sometimes. Seeing that Lin Han didn't speak for a long time, he asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Lin Han laughed at himself, but his eyes were full of tenderness. He called the other person's name, "He Yunting."
"Then when Qi Jiamu and I come back tomorrow...can I sleep at your house?"
Lin Han's face started to turn red before he finished speaking. Fortunately, they didn't have the video chat on at the moment. He coughed and made a lame excuse for himself: "I... I have never lived in such a big manor."
He knew that He Yunting could tell that he was making excuses, but he didn't care.
"Okay." He Yunting really didn't ask any more questions. In fact, his tone was less serious than before, and more gentle, which was something he would never have said before. "Whatever you want."
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As expected, Lin Han contacted Qi Jiamu obediently the next day, left work an hour earlier, and went to Xu Zhiheng's secret laboratory together.
Recently, my colleagues at the research institute found it amazing that the workaholic didn’t work overtime for several days in a row, didn’t arrive early in the morning, and communicated with people from time to time. Sometimes we could even see military-specific aircraft.
Many people secretly speculated in their hearts that Lin Han, who was so obsessed with mecha research, would actually have such a day.
It seems like he knows someone from the military. I wonder which alpha could catch his eye. Besides, can someone like Lin Han, who seems to be only interested in work, really have a good relationship?
Could it be that Lin Han met someone during the internship?
First of all, let’s rule out He Yunting and Lu Anhe, after all, neither of them is in the empire.
Secondly, judging from the posture of this aircraft, his military rank should not be low, and I don’t know which base he is the boss of.
Colleagues were so curious that they almost scratched the windows, but they still didn't know who the alpha was.
But Lin Han didn't care what these people were thinking and followed Qi Jiamu to the laboratory.
This laboratory was extensively remodeled after Xu Zhiheng was threatened. The keys to the exterior and entrances were all changed. Qi Jiamu only had the outer key. The key to the door that locked Qi Jiaze was only owned by He Yunting and Xu Zhiheng.
Lin Han clearly felt that with every step Qi Jiamu took inside, the expression on his face became more nervous, for fear of seeing a scene that he could not accept.
But fortunately, all the displays were exactly the same as when Xu Zhiheng left, and the top-level security system responsible for monitoring was not triggered.
And Qi Jiaze, also lay quietly on the cold experimental bed.
He was very quiet. It was unknown how long he had slept. The delicate features on his pale face were relaxed. He did not need to eat. He had a special nutritional circulation system that delivered therapeutic drugs and nutrients into his body through special indwelling needles deep inside his body.
Qi Jiamu couldn't help but knock on the glass door and called the boy's name: "Aze——"
"Aze, Aze."
"Brother is here."
His voice was not loud, but after a while, the boy inside seemed to really move. His eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes slowly.
It seemed as if his ears could not hear any sound, but he sensed in another way that someone was calling him.
Qi Jiaze's eyes moved and he turned his head slightly stiffly.
Lin Han saw that the scar on the back of his neck seemed to have improved, and the gland had collapsed slightly, but there did not seem to be any more terrifying symptoms.
Qi Jiamu was still calling his name. After a long time, the boy finally understood something from the other party's lip shape. He slowly sat up from the experimental bed, stretched his hand towards the glass door, and his lips moved murmurously.
It seems to be saying, "Brother, brother."
Lin Han thought Qi Jiamu was going to cry.
But he didn't in the end. He just spoke to the people inside with red eyes, talking about trivial things, what he had experienced after leaving his brother, and how he had entered the base, had a high allowance, and lived a good life every day.
The young man reacted. He slowly spread out his five fingers through the glass door, trying to touch Qi Jiamu's hand even though he knew he couldn't reach it.
As the two were leaving, Lin Han heard Qi Jiamu say, "When you get better, I'll keep your things in the exhibition hall."
“You’ll never have to worry about it disappearing.”
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Qi Jiamu recovered well and calmed down after leaving the laboratory. He asked Lin Han, "Mr. Lin, can you take me home?"
Lin Han was about to nod, but after thinking for a moment he said, "Can you take me back and bring the Kuger here?"
Qi Jiamu was puzzled: "Mr. Lin, are you going?"
Lin Han told the address of He Yunting's manor.
Qi Jiamu understood what was going on and stopped talking.
After picking up Gululu from the apartment, Qi Jiamu dutifully sent Lin Han to the manor.
Probably because there was a small creature in the aircraft, Qi Jiamu slowed down the speed: "This way it won't get dizzy."
Lin Han thanked him and smiled at Qi Jiamu.
The two of them have been spending more time together recently, and Qi Jiamu finally talked more sometimes: "Mr. Lin, have you been to the Galaxy Exhibition Hall?"
Lin Han paused while holding Gulu in his hand: "No, what's wrong?"
Qi Jiamu felt a little regretful: "I want to save something."
"Aze's."
He didn't say what it was, but just said calmly: "When he was a child, he lived in a civilian area, and Aze was not in good health. But he always wanted to go there once and store the things he thought were precious."
"I don't have anything valuable, but Aze does," Qi Jiamu said. "Now that I finally have some money, I don't know if I can afford the storage fee."
"But I still want to take him there and wait until he gets better." Qi Jiamu felt that he had said too much and smiled embarrassedly, "I originally thought that since you have been there, you might know something, so I wanted to ask."
The aircraft quickly arrived at the manor's helipad. Qi Jiamu was worried about any accidents, so he walked Lin Han to the door before preparing to leave.
"I was also yearning for it when I was a child." Lin Han said when he turned his head, "I am also interested now. If you don't mind, I will tell you after I go there in person."
Qi Jiamu was stunned for a moment, then quickly said gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Lin."
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Lin Han carried Gululu into the manor.
He actually had no intention of visiting the place. The study and bedroom were on the same floor, so Lin Han went straight upstairs just like he did the first time he came.
He Yunting's room was indeed no different from the one at the base. If it didn't look luxurious, it would have been just another replica of a drab room.
Everything was well organized, and every item was in its proper place, except for Lin Han and the little one in his hands.
Lin Han looked at the clean and tidy bed not far away, as well as some of He Yunting's personal belongings beside it.
Then I should also be part of these personal belongings.
He put Gululu down, but he just stood there in a daze.
I want to get closer, get closer.
Miss the smell of each other.
And the gentle yet strong hands that embrace me.
What does he look like when he lies on this bed? He must not be like me, curling up habitually, and sometimes even tossing and turning because of unnecessary dreams.
Maybe his sleeping position is also very boring.
But I just couldn't help thinking about it.
Gululu gets excited every time he changes his environment. What's more, He Yunting's home is many times bigger than Lin Han's apartment, and there are many new and interesting things he has never seen before. At this moment, he is staring at the extinguished fireplace curiously.
The room was very empty, and He Yunting's casual shirt was still hanging there, ironed meticulously.
Lin Han felt a little ashamed at first, but then she thought that there was no one else here except the little guy, so she walked to He Yunting's flat bed.
He remembered what He Yunting had asked him to check earlier. Although he didn't understand it, he was vaguely worried.
But there was no use asking him.
He Yunting would always report good news but not bad news, and would always use the calmest tone to describe the most pessimistic situation, and then he would comfort himself by saying that he was fine and that he should wait for him to come back.
Seeing that he had not moved for a long time, Gululu jumped at his feet, shook off his fur, followed Lin Han's trouser legs, and pounced on He Yunting's bed. His small body landed on it, forming a shallow, cute depression.
It couldn't see Lin Han's expression, so it didn't know whether he was sad or not. It could only stay closer to him quietly.
The window of He Yunting's room was half open, and wind blew in, puffing up Lin Han's thin clothes. The young man knelt on one knee on the bed, held up the quilt that was as soft as his heart at the moment, lowered his head, and buried half of his face in it.
There was an lingering, fresh scent in the wind, and he wanted to dissolve himself into the wind, so that every speck of dust that moved with it could be filled with love.
How could he like someone so much?
Lin Han thought.
I can't even hear his face or voice, but just holding something that still has his scent on it makes my heart feel indescribably tender.
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