My protagonist attributes have been discovered

Kongming is brilliant, and the fireworks are shining.

"Ah……"

Song Yangle let out a laugh, loosened the strap of his backpack, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked up at Ying Long's eyes, which reflected his own figure, with a smile in his bright black eyes:

"Say I'm domineering... In my opinion, the one who is really domineering is you, Boss Ying?"

"Does this need to be a question?" Boss Ying looked at him, and asked back as a matter of course.

"...It really deserves to be you." Song Yang laughed happily, his eyes curled up.

Ying Long watched his smile and raised his eyebrows: "Who do you think it is?"

"I thought," Song Yangle turned around with his pockets in his pocket and took a step, turned his head, looked at him and smiled, "it was Xuanwei who pretended to ruin your reputation or something."

Ying Long lazily followed, one person and one dragon walking slowly: "Why do you think so?"

"On the river outside Wangchuan before... didn't he come to play with me without telling you?"

"How do you know you're hiding it from me?"

"Hmm... It's really not clear to put it this way. I still can't figure out what you were looking at when you looked up at that time—what were you looking at at that time?"

"lamp."

"What lamp? Forget the lamp on the river outside Sichuan?"

"Your lamp."

"...Mine?" Song Yang paused his steps and looked at him in surprise: "Is there really a living Wangchuan?"

"Ah."

"And what are those lights?"

"Concern." Ying Long, who was a step behind him, walked to his side, turned his head and looked at him, with a light in his eyes: "Your concern."

"...Then," suppressing the heat in his ears, Song Yangle turned his head away and raised his steps, "Are there any names on those lamps?"

"No." Ying Long followed him.

"...Then what are you looking at?"

"I can feel it."

"...Why do you always say something that people can't answer today?"

"Only today?"

"...That's more than that."

"Ah."

"...This is not a compliment."

"know."

"..."

The two "people" chatted aimlessly all the way, and finally came to the bank of Wangchuan River where "people" had gradually thinned out after the dragon boat race.

"Do gods like people too?"

Song Yangle carried a bag on his back, put his hands in his pockets, looked up at the bright and deep river in front of him and the continuous stream of light on the river, and gently asked the most urgent question in his heart.

"Yes." Looking at the countless dim lights on the river, Ying Long replied lightly, "If you don't like it, you won't create it."

"... also." Song Yangle chuckled, then looked at another light that flew into the stream of light from the sky above the underworld, as if in a trance, and said: "But, human life is so fragile... Whether it is the human world or the underworld Forget it, life and death are just a thought.”

He turned his head, looked at Ying Long with black |color| eyes, with a serious expression: "What do you like about me?"

"Is it easy for you to change?" Ying Long asked him plainly, revealing his purpose.

"...I really can't hide it from you." Song Yangle raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, but the angle of his eyes did not change. Finally, under Ying Long's fixed gaze, the curve of his mouth also relaxed.

He turned his head expressionlessly, looked back at the Wangchuan River and the green streamer, and said lightly, "You shouldn't like me."

"There is nothing I should or shouldn't do here."

"God's words." He laughed.

"Yeah." Ying Long admitted.

"But I was born in the human world, and I abide by human rules." Song Yangle looked at him calmly: "Although it is a cliché, people will have birth, old age, sickness and death... even ghosts are the same."

"Everything that lives dies, and so do I."

"But your life is long."

"It can be very short, too."

"But it shouldn't be shorter than a hundred years."

Ying Long looked back at him lightly: "Why not?"

"..." Facing those calm eyes, Song Yangle was dumb again, then bent his eyes and sighed: "You are really... alright."

"Then," he said with a smile, standing on the Wangchuanhe table with his pockets in his pocket, "let's start directly from the beginning."

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at the same time.

"Hello? Ao Ye."

In the Human Realm Villa, Qiongqi held a water glass and leisurely raised the phone:

"You said you would give me the 'Dragon Boat Festival' last night, why hasn't it arrived yet?"

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