Lin Han thought he wouldn't cry.

Because compared to this purely cathartic emotion, he has not yet recovered from those truths.

Just like on the battleship, an overly close relationship can sometimes make some specific pictures appear in Lin Han's mind.

The inner perspective was He Yunting's, so it was rare for him to truly stand in the other person's position and re-see everything that happened three years ago.

He finally understood why He Yunting was hiding from him the moment he regained his memory, and he finally knew the full story of the current incident without any obstruction.

He covered his ears to no avail, the words still pierced his chest like sharp knives, but they were so hollow that even blood could not flow out.

Before he could react, those past things continued to penetrate into the holes that had been penetrated, digging into the soft flesh of his heart and digging deep into it, preventing him from avoiding it.

He saw his name and information turned into a string of symbols, arranged in a special database together with a row of oga that could no longer be verified.

He saw strange faces, saw a secret laboratory sealed in a remote place, and saw He Yunting walking out of it, his eyes cold and silent.

He saw He Yunting killing many people, and saw the last person smiling ferociously as he spoke out his mother's name word for word, and then cruelly told her what had happened to her. The more he spoke, the more the other person's face grew.

The expression on his face became more and more joyful.

He knew that his mother would always be in a daze sometimes, she would look somewhere and sigh softly, and she would hold his hand and say, Han Han, don't be afraid, Han Han can go wherever he wants in the future.

But when she looks at herself, she is always gentle, so gentle that no trace of those things can be found in her eyes.

Lin Han's body began to tremble, and a strong sadness seized his throat, and he could only make a vague and indistinct sound.

"No, no..."

Don't tell me, I don't want to know.

At this moment, he just wanted to escape, his knees were so weak that he couldn't stand still, and he kept talking.

But these facts still kept creeping into his mind. He couldn't avoid it, and he was sweating in fear. His voice was a little louder in pain when he didn't realize it: "No, mom, mom.

——”

In just an instant, all the images disappeared.

There was no longer a terrifying scene in front of him, and only a man's voice came to his ears. I don't know if it was the voice from the bottom of his heart, or the comfort he blurted out: "Lin Han, don't be afraid."

"Cry," he said again, "I'm here."

Lin Han was shocked to realize that tears had flowed down from his mind.

At the moment when he realized that he was crying, an even stronger sadness came over him. Lin Han's heart was twisted so much that it hurt. He couldn't control his emotions at all. He only knew how to lean on the person holding him in front of him and let his tears flow.

Wet the fabric on his chest.

Lin Han cried quietly, but occasionally he would sob uncontrollably. In the past, he would have felt embarrassed, but now he has nothing to worry about.

"You...were you standing in front of me like this?" His voice came over in a muffled voice with salty moisture.

"Um."

Lin Han couldn't tell what to say next.

He hoped that He Yunting would wake him up at that time, and he would probably say awkwardly, "The lecture is over, don't fall asleep," and he would open his eyes in the lingering sleep, and he would be able to see those eyes when he looked up.

Maybe you will fall in love at first sight too.

But he also knew that He Yunting would not do that, and he also understood that the past could not be recalled, and everything could only exist in his imagination.

but……

Lin Han said: "Hold me tighter."

But, that's where they should have started.

He Yunting was not good at comforting people, let alone this time he wanted to make the other person cry.

He could only do as he was told, and then follow Lin Han's previous steps with his hands, tracing his back step by step.

This was the first time Lin Han shed tears for so long.

He always thought that he was pretty strong, could do a lot of things by himself, could take care of himself, and could live a good life.

But now, standing in the house where he had lived for more than ten years, he finally felt an overpowering and belated emotion.

The scene is still familiar to my eyes. It turns out that every time a woman talks to herself with a smile, she still hides so many things in her heart.

It turned out that those things really happened, and it turned out that someone really valued him in the most precious position, allowing him to walk peacefully, do what he wanted to do, and live the way he wanted to live.

But one of them will never come back.

Full of inescapable despair.

"Your mother won't blame you." He Yunting finally spoke. He seemed to know what Lin Han was thinking, "You have done what she wants to see most."

"You grew up without any influence or being disturbed by any emotions."

He Yunting rubbed Lin Han's hair.

"You are not a burden to her."

"You are her hope."

When they left the civilian area and returned to the aircraft, Lin Han stopped crying.

Apart from not smiling, he looked just like normal.

But he was still speechless.

Both of them looked a little embarrassed now, one's eyes and the tip of his nose were red, the other's collar was completely wrinkled, and there was a large pool of water stains on his shoulders.

He Yunting waited for him to recover for a long time, and when it was indeed late, he restarted the aircraft and took off towards the core area.

"Where are we going?" Lin Han suddenly spoke. Even though he didn't cry, his voice was still hoarse.

He asked, his voice a little soft after being washed by tears, as if he had no opinion at all and just wanted to simply ask the other person.

"Everything is fine." He Yunting couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"

Lin Han tried his best to close his eyes, trying to block out the emotions that came up again: "I'm fine."

"It'll be fine in a while." He added as if he was afraid that He Yunting would worry.

After coming for a moment, he finally bent the corners of his mouth with renewed effort. His upper lip was slightly upward from crying for too long, making it look moist, making this smile vivid and pitiful.

"Let's go." Lin Han said.

The greening and planting in civilian areas are very random and not very orderly, but when the aircraft is started and viewed from mid-air, it does not have a special charm.

He Yunting looked at the unknown plants growing intertwined with the buildings below, and suddenly thought of something.

"I'll take you back." He Yunting said, "The tulips in the manor are in bloom. Do you want to see them?"

Lin Han remembered that before He Yunting came back from Proton Star, he had seen his flower field once.

At that time, the entire flower field only had stems, but the flower buds had not yet grown, and all that could be seen was a lush field.

There seemed to be a glass greenhouse in the middle, but it was so far away that Lin Han couldn't see clearly. There must be some rare and delicate varieties planted in it.

He had never seen such a large field of flowers, so he was naturally looking forward to them blooming.

The two did not speak again on the road, but He Yunting kept letting Lin Han hold his hand.

They seemed like a couple who were still in school. Now that they knew everything, they might as well hold on tighter.

When He Yunting was quiet, there was no voice in his heart, only dry palms with no secrets left.

While waiting, Lin Han rubbed the rough calluses on the other person's hand with his fingers. Even though he knew he shouldn't feel sad anymore, his heart still couldn't help but become sore.

"You probably didn't have such thick calluses on your hands at that time." Lin Han lowered his head and asked him, "Is the training very hard?"

He Yunting is debugging the autopilot program. They are flying very fast and they are about to land.

He was stunned for a moment and replied: "It's okay."

"What's wrong?"

"No." Lin Han shook his head and stopped talking.

He just thought that if he could do it all over again, he would go to him when he was tired from training, and then rub his hands, or lead him back to school.

In short, don't suffer so much alone, so that the calluses on his hands will be smaller.

Lin Han couldn't help but feel that he was being hypocritical, but he couldn't help it.

Just like he would rather know the truth than want a kiss, even though he knows those days will never come back, he still wants to make various assumptions.

"We're here." He Yunting didn't ask any more questions, just said quietly.

He didn't stop outside this time. There was a large open space next to the flower field. He didn't seem to want Lin Han to move around more, so he stopped directly next to it.

Lin Han's eyes were still on He Yunting's hand. He probably had been crying for a long time and his mind was a little sluggish. He said "oh" before nodding and prepared to get up and follow He Yunting down.

"Forget it." He Yunting suddenly said, "Mr. Lin, close your eyes."

Lin Han happened to be tired from crying, and his eyes were sore and swollen. He just obeyed and heard He Yunting continue: "Give me your hand."

"——Give me your hand."

Lin Han suddenly remembered that when he first arrived at the base a long time ago, He Yunting still had a cold expression, but he spoke in a brisk tone. For the first time, he wanted to tell He Yunting that he had the ability to read minds, and said to him, give me your hand.
To be continued...