The Lover’s Prattle

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"Jingling's hair is green ~ It's even more beautiful than the tender green of fresh grass." She sat in the sea waves, her two feet flickered, her fingertips spiraled around her silver hair.

The **** eyes in the distance looked at her, without words or interruptions, and a steady breath mixed with the dark and quiet ocean. Only her crisp voice spread out.

Qing Ruo had a conversation with him, holding his chin with his palm to look at it, his eyes were clean and gentle, "Are you tired? Keep your eyes open. Would you like to close your eyes and rest for a while."

Since the last time I opened my eyes, these huge **** eyes have not been closed again.

There was no response there, and she no longer continued the topic. She sat lazily, posing in a posture leaning against Haibo, and her tender and white feet exposed from the streamlined skirt, and there seemed to be colorful light waves between the shaking circulation.

Qing Ruo stood up and waved goodbye, waving softly like glutinous rice with a fragrant feeling, "I'm going back. If you are tired, close your eyes and rest for a while."

He watched her disappear into the black sea. The black cricket was like a hollow deep sea with only his **** eyes.

This is a corner forgotten by the world.

He has forgotten when he was held here in the deep sea of ​​the North Underworld for too long.

He used to be an amazingly talented Dragon Four, enjoying the world's supreme prosperity and respect, followed by Hailing before and after.

The anger and resentment when they were first detained went away with time. In this deep-sea creature, because of his resentment and anger, he was buried in his belly, whether innocent or not. The blue sea had lost the warmth of the soul, leaving only the violent prisoners. The blue was gone, and darkness gradually invaded.

The anger and resentment went away, and he began to panic. He began to look forward to the passage of time slowly, because the lonely bones dreaded people to fear, and he also hoped that the time would be faster, eager to be released, and hope to see the blue sky again, White clouds, blue oceans, and souls.

But no.

Later, with time getting longer and longer, all emotions gradually drifted away. He once proud of the boundless glory of living with the sky, became ridiculous and terrible, and the mana he once was proud of became the yoke of imprisonment.

He closed his eyes.

In the empty black sea, silence.

She said green today. What color is green?

Oh, the color of the fresh grass. is it beautiful?

How could her hair look good?

She is happy and gentle.

There are many, many friends, elves of various colors, some harsh fathers, attentive mothers, cute and lively brothers and sisters. Also, beautiful butterfly friends, small animals.

And, the elf mother tree of faith.

There are thousands of places in her heart.

At the end of spring again, she said that there were a lot of flowers blooming over the elves, and her mother picked a lot of flowers and made new clothes for them.

Yingying turned in a circle. Her transfigurated figure was spinning in the waves, and the flowers on the skirt were delicate and real, swinging in the sea, and the sea fluttered to him.

"Qingruo."

He spoke to her.

I spoke again after a few months.

Qing Ruo stopped and turned, and the hands holding the skirt were green and crisp, revealing the light, and the bright eyes turned into the sea's elves and their favorite angels in the sea.

"Don't come again later," he said slowly, slowly and earnestly.

He opened his mouth to speak. There was a huge wave in the sea. Her figure could not be stabilized. With the waves floating, her long silver hair fluttered like it was in the wind. The scent on her body may be the flowers on her skirt.

Without waiting for her to speak, he closed his huge eyes.

The blood-stained eyes in the distance of the deep sea were closed, looking at the past in darkness, boundless, hiding unknown stories and past.

Hai Bo's surging gradually stopped, and Qing Ruo's figure stabilized. She pulled her skirt down and lowered her voice, rustling softly.

"Yes, because you don't like to be friends with me?"

no answer.

For a long time, the echo from the sea without breathing came.

"Oh." A low whispered, as if responding to herself, but also to the silent ocean.

Her figure gradually disappeared into the sea waves, and finally the light waves of the stars gradually darkened and slowly disappeared.

Long and long breathing, rushing into the waves.

Deep sea, once again silent.

Qing Ruo once again transfigured, hands behind his back, lowered his head and tiptoe to the waves.

Her eyes did not open, only her own figure was shining brightly in the dark sea.

There was no light in the sea, nor her shadow.

Qing Ruo stood for a moment, with a small arc at the corner of her mouth, with her hands behind her back, raised her head to face him, and hummed the song gently.

Her voice is very small, but it's really quiet here, a little sound, and the waves will spread with them, echoing in the dark water.

The elf's singing can be sensed emotionally. She didn't sing, she hummed delicately and softly, and the originally depressing seawater gradually calmed down.

There was no response in the distance, and the breathing was long and slow, and occasionally he swung away in the sea, and then came back.

Here, it seems like a closed black space, only he, plus one after she came.

According to the same time every day, today I didn't speak, but after singing the song, Qing Ruo stood in Haibo and looked over to him, his eyes were clear and clear.

Then the disillusioned figure gradually dispersed and disappeared.

At the end of the summer, Qing Ruo changed to a skirt made of lotus woven with a fragrance of lotus.

Qing Ruo has been standing in Haibo for a year and a half. At this position, she took her skirt down and sat down. The lotus-shaped skirt flew away in Haibo, which made her slim and beautiful like a fairy. .

Qing Ruo tilted his head, "Summer is about to leave, and it will take a long time to see Xia Feng's sister."

The tone is a little stingy.

In the world of elves, everything in the world should be gentle.

The waves rising from the deep sea disrupted her skirt, and a lotus petal drifted away with the waves.

He didn't open his eyes, just sighed, and then asked her, "Qing Ruo, why are you coming back?"

Qing Ruo laughed and didn't answer his question. Both legs flickered, and her round toes moved happily, like her flying voice now, "You talked again ~"

I applauded myself, obviously very happy, "Hi ~ I haven't heard you for a long time."

It hasn't been a long time, because they see it every day, even if he doesn't open his eyes, she can't see him.

A soft, low laugh came, "Oh ~" It seemed that even Haibo had been infected with the deep joy of laughter, and the arc of fluctuation fluctuated with joy. He began to speak, like a lesson like pity, "dumb."

Qing Ruo's voice fluctuated in the swaying sea waves, circulating up and down, but she was still beautiful enough to hold her breath before daring to stare.

He opened his eyes in her cheerful laughter, and he could see the curvature of her mouth.

His eyes are brighter than all the sun, moon, and stars he has seen. He is so clean and gentle as to be gentle and accommodating after seeing thousands of worlds, so he looks at him so straightly, "If you are happy, it does n’t matter if you call me a fool. . "

He smiled heavily, and his huge blood-colored eyes were curved with curvature, and the waves fluttered softly in the sea breeze that he had uttered, "Well, stupid."

The two words, softly bitten, full of dangdang, are pets and love.

Qing Ruo looked at him with a frown and smiled, without words or refutation, that is what he meant.

"In fact, autumn is also very good. There are sweet fruits and golden leaves in autumn. They fall together beautifully."

Her topic has returned to the season again, picking on her tender jade fingers little by little and telling him the beautiful scenery of autumn, the fruit of the harvest, and even what she has sneaked away to see, the joy of the world, people in Contentment in the field at harvest.

He thought he had forgotten the colors of this world.

But listening to her slowly, he began to remember.

Her hair was silver-white, and so was the color of the water.

The pink and peach blossoms of her skirt are the same color.

Her tender skin was the color of glutinous rice.

He seriously listened to her description, as if a chanting believer listened to the blessings from God tomorrow, and every cell was devout and focused.

"Qingruo, I like silvery white." He slowly spoke, trying to press the waves in the seawater as far as possible.

Her figure was shaking in the waves, her long hair flowed, and the light was scattered in the waves, spreading far away.

Qing Ruo grabbed her hair and shook it, "Is this color?"

"Ok."

"Sister Jingling is about to have a baby, and she will definitely be a beautiful and cute little guy. Jingling and I are collecting Fu Ling, and we are going to make her a big lucky bag."

"It's snowing. The snow came a little early this winter. The baby was born. It's really very beautiful. In a few months, we can take her to the Valley of Flowers to play with the butterflies."

She changed into clothes made of cypress trees, and her emerald green color lined her tender little face, standing in the high waves and moving glass.

"Huh?" Qing Ruo whispered in surprise, opened his palm to catch the chubby baby who jumped up, blinked his eyes in surprise and asked him, "They have eyes and noses!"

The chubby doll condensed by the sea wave line of the sea waves actually has eyes and noses.

His gentle laughter came from the deep sea.

He is proficient at controlling sea waves, and now the fluctuations caused by speech are very subtle.

"Qingruo, don't you realize that the sea water is not pure black?"

"Yeah!" Qing Ruo held the little guy who was bouncing in his hand, turned his head and looked aside, "It seems like yeah, the original black cricket can't see anything."

She stared carefully at him, her huge red eyes staring at her nervously.

If Qing laughed, he could only see a huge figure, imprisoned by countless things, "Are you a dragon? So big."

Suddenly, Long Si felt funny, and he was still nervous.

"Well, I'm a dragon, a dragon sentenced to imprisonment forever."

Forever these two words, placed in front of words like imprisonment, really make people feel sad.

Qing Ruo nodded the little guy's nose in his hand, soft, but no temperature, it was cold.

I didn't care about the tone, but said it easily but sincerely, "It doesn't matter, I can come and play with you."

"Well." He sighed softly. "I know, stupid."

**

Why come?

You shouldn't show up in a place so barren that there is only black.

Qingruo, you are an elf.

You should be standing under the beautiful elf mother tree,

A beautiful smile.

Idiot.

—— [Black Box]