Xingtetsu: You are not included in Elio's script!

Chapter 862

Star Dome Train.

The lights in the car are adjusted to soft mode.

However, at this moment, in a spacious lounge occupied by girls, the atmosphere was far from the word "tranquil".

"Ahhh! So boring! Why hasn't Lin Yu come back yet?"

March 7 was wearing a pair of furry bunny pajamas, lying on the soft big bed in a completely ungraceful manner, holding tightly in his arms a custom-made pillow with a Q-version portrait of Lin Yu printed on it, his legs kicking wildly in the air, and he wailed.

"How many days has it been? It feels like several Amber Ages have passed! The bed is cold when I sleep at night, and there's no one to warm it up... When he was here, he could tell me stories, or... ahem..." She seemed to realize something halfway through, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she buried her face in the pillow and rubbed it, her voice muffled, "Anyway, I just miss him so much!"

There were several women gathered in the room, some sitting and some lying down. They had one thing in common: Lin Yu's lover.

Liuying was sitting on the soft chair by the window, quietly reading a book under the warm reading light.

She was wearing a simple and elegant home dress, exuding a calming aura.

Hearing San Yueqi's complaint, she just raised her eyes slightly, with a helpless and gentle curve at the corner of her lips, but did not say a word.

As she has a daughter, Lin Xueying, with Lin Yu, she has a status like the "first wife" in everyone's hearts.

Xing lazily slumped on the beanbag next to him, playing with a Rubik's Cube in his hands, and yawned, "Why rush? He must have something important to do in the space station."

"Ruan Mei and Heita are both over there, maybe they are doing some earth-shattering experiment." Although she said so, a trace of imperceptible longing flashed through her eyes, and the speed of turning the Rubik's Cube unconsciously slowed down.

Hanabi was sitting cross-legged on the carpet with a deck of tarot cards spread out in front of her, pretending to shuffle them. Upon hearing this, she sneered, a cunning glint in her eyes.

"Oh, our little Sanyue is feeling lonely? Do you want me to use tarot cards to tell you if your Lin Yu is being pestered by some genius or life scientist?" She deliberately dragged out her tone.

"Hua Huo! Stop talking nonsense!" San Yue Qi grabbed another pillow and threw it at Hua Huo, "Lin Yu is not that kind of person!"

Hanabi caught the pillow easily and laughed so hard that her body shook.

Silver Wolf leaned against the wall, wearing headphones, his fingers tapping rapidly on the virtual keyboard, as if he was debugging some kind of code.

Without even raising her head, she spoke in a cold voice that could be heard faintly through the music, "Miss you? I suggest you play some high-intensity games to distract him, or just message him." Her words were as straightforward as ever, that of a tech geek.

Jingliu sat alone in a corner a little away from the crowd, wiping her sword.

She stood tall and straight, with a cold expression, as if she was out of tune with the slightly noisy atmosphere around her.

She did not participate in the discussion, but occasionally looked up at the crowd, her gaze lingering on Liuying for a moment, then retracted lightly and continued to focus on the sword in her hand.

But her slightly pursed lips revealed that she was not completely unmoved.

The youngest girl, Clara, sat obediently on a small stool at the feet of Firefly, holding one arm of her mechanical friend Mr. Swarovski in her arms, and watched her sisters talking with great interest with her big eyes.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes were full of excitement, and she whispered to Shiwaro, "Mr. Shiwaro, look, everyone... likes Brother Lin Yu so much."

"It feels like watching a super romantic TV series!"

She did have a vague affection for Lin Yu, but it was more of a girl's admiration and dependence on a hero, mixed with a yearning for beautiful emotions.

As for going further... well, as the setting says, she is still too young, and those thoughts are as pure as crystal, without any dust.

Liuying finally closed the book and patted Clara's head gently. Her eyes swept across the room gently, finally landing on Sanyueqi who was still rolling on the bed. "Okay, Sanyue, Lin Yu has his own journey and responsibilities. We are on the train. Take care of yourselves and protect this place. This is the greatest support for him."

"When he misses us, he will come back naturally."

She paused, a hint of longing in her eyes, but more of understanding and trust. "Besides, I believe that no matter where he is, he has everyone in his heart. When he returns, the train will definitely be even more lively."

Liuying's words were like a gust of wind, slightly calming March 7's restlessness and everyone's vague anxiety.

Sanyueqi pouted, lay down again, and hummed softly, "I understand the reason...it's just that I can't help but miss him..."

Xing put down the Rubik's Cube at this time, "I know what you want most, how about we play a simulated space adventure online? Maybe we can encounter the random event 'Meet Lin Yu'? Although the probability is lower than drawing a golden legend..."

Hanabi also stopped joking and put the tarot cards away. "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Do you want me to tell you when he'll be back? Whether it's accurate or not is another matter~"

Silver Wolf silently called up a multiplayer collaborative mini-game interface and projected the screen to the center of the room.

Even Jingliu adjusted his sitting posture slightly, as if he tacitly agreed to this group activity.

Seeing everyone taking action to comfort themselves, Sanyueqi felt warm in his heart and his nose a little sore.

She nodded vigorously and got up from the bed. "Okay! Let's play games! When that guy comes back, we'll make sure he gets what he deserves! He left us for so long!"

Outside the room, Ji Zi was holding a white porcelain coffee cup, which contained a new recipe of coffee that had just been carefully brewed and exuded a mellow aroma.

She originally wanted to send it to Danheng who was staying up late, and get his feedback.

However, when she approached the familiar door where the girls were gathered, the noise and conversation coming from inside made her stop involuntarily.

March Seventh wailed in a coquettish tone, and Xing responded lazily...these sounds intertwined together, full of vitality and an indescribable deep longing for the same person.

Ji Zi stood quietly outside the door and did not push it open.

She leaned her back against the cold metal wall, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the warm wall of the cup.

Every sound in the room was like a tiny needle, gently piercing a soft corner in her heart.

Those words expressed his dependence on, longing for and love for Lin Yu without any concealment.

They are Lin Yu's lovers, people who can legitimately miss him and wait for his return.

And what about yourself?

A faint smile, a bit self-deprecating and lonely, appeared at the corner of Ji Zi's lips.

If... If only that night on Rusalka, when the atmosphere was just right, when the admiration and excitement that had quietly grown in my heart was about to burst forth...

If I hadn't chosen to keep that feeling deep inside, defining it as "comradeship" with maturity and rationality, but had expressed it bravely and directly like the women in the room...

So, am I also one of those people in that bustling room today?

Will I be able to complain about his departure with a clear conscience like March 7th, and wait for his return with gentle faith like a firefly?

This thought was like a stone thrown into a quiet lake, creating ripples in her heart.

But soon, the ripples subsided. She shook her head gently.

Will not.

Lin Yu's attitude towards her was always one of clear and appropriate respect and closeness, but he also maintained a subtle sense of distance.

It is an attitude towards a reliable senior and a trustworthy "sister". The closeness contains respect, rather than the kind of passion and possessiveness between men and women.

And that boundary was drawn by Lin Yu on his own initiative.

It was as if..he had never considered her as a possibility.

Otherwise, with Lin Yu's character, if he really had feelings for her that went beyond friendship, he would never have naturally and unnoticeably guided the atmosphere between the two of them towards that of "partners fighting side by side" on Rusalka, and skipped any moment that might breed ambiguity.

Jizi picked up the coffee and took a sip.

The warm liquid slid down my throat, but it seemed unable to completely dispel the slight chill in my heart.

Dan Heng: ...

She recalled that a long time ago, during a casual chat, Lin Yu had said to her half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Sister Ji Zi, do you know? What attracts me is never the superficial things like age or experience, but the resonance and fit of the soul itself."

"You are like the anchor of this train, stable, reliable, and reassuring."

“This kind of peace of mind is unique.”

At that time, she just thought it was flattery from a younger generation and laughed it off.

Now that I think about it, that sentence might be a reflection of his true inner thoughts.

He respected her and relied on her steadiness as a "navigator," but that feeling was completely different from the feelings he had for the girls in the room.

It's not because of her age that he is indifferent to her, but because in his heart, she has long been positioned in a position that is indispensable but cannot cross the line into the category of lover.

The bitter smile on Jizi's lips deepened.

As an anchor, you are destined to stay firmly in place, watching the ship sail away into the distance, fighting against the wind and waves, and keeping company with the stars, while you can only watch silently.

She took another deep breath and drank the rest of the coffee in the cup.

Bitterness with a sweet aftertaste, just like her mood at the moment.

The noise inside seemed to gradually subside, perhaps because Liuying's words had worked, and the girls started other activities.

Ji Zi stood up straight, adjusted the non-existent wrinkles on her clothes, and her face returned to her usual elegant, calm and slightly distant smile.

She turned around, looked at the empty coffee cup in her hand, and quietly left the lounge door.

The light from the corridor stretched her shadow very long, making her look a little lonely.

Some scenery is destined to be viewed only from a distance.

Some positions, once fixed, are difficult to change.

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