"Jingling's hair is green~ it's more beautiful than the tender green of fresh grass." She sat in the sea waves, her feet dangling, her fingertips twirling her silver hair leisurely.
Looking at her with blood-colored eyes in the distance, she didn't speak or interrupt, her steady breathing mixed with the dark and quiet ocean, only her crisp voice spread slowly.
Qingruo talked to him for a while, and looked over with her chin on her palm, her eyes were clean and gentle, "Are you tired? Keep your eyes open. Do you want to close your eyes and rest for a while?"
Since the last time I opened my eyes, these huge blood-colored pupils have not been closed again.
There was no response from the other side, and she did not continue this topic anymore. She sat lazily, posing against Haibo, her tender white feet were exposed from under the skirt made of streamers, and there seemed to be colorful light waves in the shaking. circulation.
Qingruo got up and left, waved goodbye, her voice was as soft as glutinous rice with a mellow feeling, "I'm going back, if you are tired, just close your eyes and rest for a while."
He watched her disappear into the black sea, the black and endless deep sea was like a void, only his blood-colored eyes.
This is a forgotten corner of the world.
In the deep sea at the end of Beiming, he has forgotten when he was imprisoned here, it has been too long.
He used to be Long Si with amazing talent and boundless mana, enjoying the supreme prosperity and respect in the world, and Hai Ling followed him before and after going in and out.
The anger and resentment I felt when I was first imprisoned faded away with the passage of time. The creatures in this deep sea, because of his resentment and anger at that time, regardless of their innocence, were all buried in his belly. The azure sea lost the warmth of the creatures, leaving only the violent prisoners. The blueness faded away, and the darkness gradually invaded.
Anger and resentment went away, he began to panic, he began to hope that the passage of time would slow down, because the bone-destroying loneliness made people fear to the bottom of his heart, and he hoped that time would go faster, longing to be released, and hoped to see the blue sky again, White clouds, blue ocean, and creatures.
But no.
Later, as time passed, all emotions gradually faded away. He was once proud of the boundless glory of living with the sky, which became ridiculous and terrifying. The magic power he was once proud of became the shackles that finally imprisoned him.
He closed his eyes.
In the empty black sea, silence.
She said green today, what color is green
Oh, the color of fresh grass. is it beautiful
How could she have beautiful hair
She is happy and gentle.
There are many friends, elves of various colors, some strict fathers, careful and tolerant mothers, and lovely and lively younger brothers and sisters. Also, beautiful butterfly friends, small animals.
And, the elf mother tree of faith.
There are thousands of worlds in her heart.
It was the end of spring again, she said, there were a lot of flowers blooming in the elves, colorful, her mother picked a lot of flowers and wove them new clothes.
Yingying spun around, her phantom figure twirled in the sea waves, the flowers on the skirt were delicate and real, swaying in the sea water, and floated to his side along with the sea water.
"Clear."
He called her.
After many months, I spoke again.
Qingruo stopped spinning, and the hand holding the skirt was green and tender, revealing a light light, and her bright eyes transformed into an ocean elf and the most beloved angel in the ocean.
"Don't come here again." He said slowly, speaking calmly and seriously.
When he opened his mouth to speak, huge waves surged in the sea, and her figure was unsteady. With the waves floating, her long silver hair fluttered as if in the wind, and there seemed to be a layer of light and warm sweetness in the sea, coming from The fragrance on her body, or maybe it came from the flowers on her skirt.
Without waiting for her to speak, he closed his huge eyes.
The blood-colored eyes in the distance of the deep sea closed, looking at the darkness, boundless, hidden unknown stories and pasts.
The surge of the waves gradually stopped, Qing Ruo's figure stabilized, she put down the hand holding the hem of the skirt, her voice was rustling and slightly low.
"Yes, because, don't you like being friends with me?"
no answer.
For a long time, there was no breathing echo from the sea.
"Oh." She answered in a low voice, as if she was responding to herself, and it seemed to be responding to the silent ocean.
Her figure gradually disappeared into the sea waves, and finally the dots of light wave gradually dimmed and disappeared slowly.
The long stretches of breath surged towards the waves.
The deep sea was silent again.
Qing Ruo appeared again, with her hands behind her back, her head lowered and her toes pointing at Hai Bo.
The pupils over there were not opened, and only her own figure was shining brightly in the dark deep sea.
There is no light in the sea, nor her shadow.
Qing Ruo stood for a while, with a small arc on the corner of her mouth, with her hands behind her back, raised her head to face his direction, and hummed softly.
Her voice was very low, but it was too quiet here, with the slightest sound, the sea waves would spread them and echo in the dark sea water.
The elf's singing can be felt with emotion, but she didn't sing, she hummed delicately and softly, and the originally depressing sea water around her gradually calmed down.
There was no response in the distance, the breath was long and slow, and occasionally a sound would swing far away in the sea and come back again.
Here, it's like a closed black space, only him, and she will be added after she comes.
According to the time of day, he didn't speak today, but Qingruo stood in Haiboli and looked over to him after singing, his eyes were clear and clean.
Then the phantom figure gradually dissipated and disappeared.
At the end of summer, Qing Ruo changed into a skirt made of lotus flowers, which carried the moist fragrance of lotus flowers.
Qingruo has been standing in the waves for a year and a half. In this position, she lifted her skirt and sat down. The lotus-shaped skirt fluttered in the waves, making her look like a beautiful flower fairy .
Qing Ruo tilted her head, "Xia Tian is about to leave, and it will be a long time before I can see sister Xia Feng."
His tone was a little melancholy.
In the world of elves, everything in the world should be treated with tenderness.
The sea waves rising from the deep sea messed up her skirt, and a piece of lotus petal floated away with the sea waves.
He didn't open his eyes, just sighed, and then asked her, "Qing Ruo, why did you come back?"
Qingruo laughed, but didn't answer his question, her legs swayed, her round jade toes moved happily, like her flying voice now, "You're talking again~"
I applauded myself, obviously very happy, "Hi~ I haven't heard from you for a long time."
It's not been a long time, because they see each other every day, even if he doesn't open his eyes, she can't see him.
A soft and low-pitched laughter came, "Heh~" It seemed that even Hai Bo was infected with the deep joy in the laughter, and the arc of the wave was full of joy. He opened his mouth, as if he was teaching a lesson, "Idiot."
Qing Ruo's voice fluctuated in the swaying sea waves, spreading up and down, left and right, but she was still so beautiful that it took one's breath away to gaze at her.
He opened his eyes amidst her cheerful laughter, and he could really see the curvature of her mouth.
His eyes are brighter than all the sun, moon and stars he has ever seen. They are so clean that they seem to be gentle and tolerant after seeing thousands of worlds. They just looked at him straight, "If you are happy, it doesn't matter if you call me an idiot." .”
He smiled deeply, his huge blood-colored eyes curved upwards, and the gentleness of the sea breeze brought by his words blew over in the waves, "Mmm, idiot."
Two words, biting softly, full of bliss, is pet or love.
Qing Ruo looked at his crooked eyebrows and smiled, without saying a word or rebutting, just letting him go.
"In fact, autumn is also very good. In autumn, there are sweet fruits and golden leaves, which fall together very beautifully."
Her topic has returned to the seasons again, and she tells him little by little the beautiful scenery of autumn, the harvest of fruits, and even the things she went to see secretly, the joys of the world, and the joys of people in the world. Satisfaction at harvest in the field.
He thought he had forgotten the colors of this world.
But listening to her speak slowly, he began to remember.
Her hair was silver-white, and her dew was the same color.
The pink of her skirt is the same color as the peach blossoms.
Her fair skin is the color of glutinous rice.
He listened to her description earnestly, as if a believer who was chanting the scriptures listened to the blessings from the gods, every cell was devout and focused.
"Qing Ruo, I like silver and white." He opened his mouth slowly, trying to suppress the fluctuations in the sea water.
Her figure swayed in the sea waves, her long hair flowed, and the flowing light scattered in the sea waves, spreading far away.
Qingruo pulled her hair and shook it, "Is it this color?"
"Um."
"Sister Jingling is going to have a baby. It will definitely be a beautiful and cute little guy. Jingling and I are collecting blessings, and we are going to make a big lucky bag for her."
"It's snowing. The snow came a little early this winter. The baby was born. She is really, really 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, the emerald green color set off her tender little face, standing in the waves of the sea, the glass was moving.
"Huh?" Qing Ruo whispered in surprise, opened her palms to catch the little chubby doll that jumped up, blinked her eyes in surprise and looked in his direction and asked him, "They have eyes and noses!"
The chubby doll condensed from the sea spirit thread in Haiboli actually has eyes and a nose.
His gentle laughter came from the deep sea.
He has become proficient at controlling the sea waves, and now the fluctuations caused by his speech are very subtle.
"Qing Ruo, haven't you noticed that the sea water is not pure black?"
"Yeah!" Qing Ruo held the bouncing little guy in her hand, turned her head and looked to the side, "It seems so, so it's so dark that I can't see anything."
She stared at him carefully, her huge red eyes staring at her nervously.
Qing Ruo hooked a smile, and could only vaguely see a huge figure, feeling imprisoned by countless things, "Are you a dragon? It's so big."
Long Si suddenly found it funny that he would still be nervous sometimes.
"Well, I am a dragon, a dragon sentenced to be imprisoned forever."
The word forever, placed in front of words like imprisonment, really makes people feel sad.
Qingruo nodded. The little guy's nose in his hand was soft, but it had no temperature, it was cold.
In a nonchalant tone, he said it easily but sincerely, "It's okay, I can come and play with you."
"Oh." He sighed softly, "I know, idiot."
**
Why are you still here
You shouldn't be in such a barren place where nothing but darkness remains.
Qingruo, you are an elf.
You should stand under the fair mother tree,
Smile beautifully.
Fool.
—[Black box]