It's better to fall in love

3. Jing Ling

As soon as the hot girl left, He Wanluo breathed a sigh of relief, and then took a closer look at the man who helped him out.

He didn't know there were such good-looking people in the world.Because of working in a TV station, he faces all kinds of handsome men and beautiful women every day, many of whom are celebrities, and his girlfriend is a great beauty, so He Wanluo's standard of "beauty" is even higher than ordinary people, which makes him feel good-looking There are even fewer people.But the person in front of him has clear outlines and picturesque eyebrows, any radiant treasures will be overshadowed in front of him.

He Wanluo's love of beauty has always been regardless of gender.

Seeing such a handsome and handsome beauty, he lost his mind for a while and didn't speak, and the man on the opposite side also looked at him quietly, without saying a word. After a while, He Wanluo realized his gaffe, and secretly scolded himself for being obsessed with sex, He was stunned to see a man, so he quickly stood up and held out his hand to the man, introducing himself, "Hello, my name is He Wanluo."

Under the dim light, I couldn't see the man's expression clearly. He stared at He Wanluo blankly. After a long time, he slowly stretched out his right hand, held the hand handed by the person in front of him, and said almost word by word, "I , called Jing Ling, Ling Ran and kind Ling."

"Walking against the wind, Ling Ran is good, this name suits you very well." Maybe the air conditioner in the bar was turned on too low, He Wanluo only felt that the hand in his hand was cold to the touch, and shivered slightly from the cold, looking beautiful His body doesn't seem to be in good shape.

"It was originally a lonely Ling, but then there was someone..." Jing Ling suddenly paused, and raised her lowered eyes to glance at He Wanluo, "Very important person, help me change."

In the lingering smoke, the person in front of me seems to overlap with a figure from long time ago. That person said this, Ling, meaning lonely and helpless. Since you follow me, you are not considered helpless, so just change it to Ling However, the kind-hearted Ling also matches your temperament.

Thousands of years have passed, and that person has finally returned.Jing Ling lowered his eyes, and the slender eyelashes covered the endless joy in his eyes like a curtain. He suppressed a certain emotion that was violently surging in his heart and was almost uncontrollable. After calming down for a long time, he felt the strangeness of the person in front of him. .

A cloud of faint black air enveloped He Wanluo's body, which was an ominous omen of colliding with evil spirits and attracting unclean things.

"Where did you go just now? What happened to you?"

He Wanluo, who was trying to hypnotize himself, trying to convince himself that the absurdity he experienced just now was just a dream, was shocked when someone mentioned the nightmare, and suddenly remembered that there might be a "pea shooter ghost" waiting outside Looking at them, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a mournful face.

"We were just ghosted..." Before He Wanluo could reply, Qin Tian, ​​who had been silent for a long time, suddenly rushed to answer like a ghost, but He Wanluo covered his mouth before he finished speaking.

"He drank too much... drank too much..."

He Wanluo quickly apologized and smiled.This guy Qin Tian, ​​if he remembers correctly, was a firm atheist when he first came to the program a few days ago, and now he is the leader who is responsible for how he opens his mouth and keeps his mouth shut. Miao Hong loves the faith of young people.

"Woooooooooooo..." Qin Tian, ​​whose mouth was covered by He Wanluo, wailed, meaning: Why don't you let me say it! ! !

He Wanluo stared back at him, meaning: Do you want others to think we are crazy?

"Woooo..." Qin Tian continued to protest.

"It seems that you two drank a lot. I didn't drink, so I might as well send you back."

Jing Ling looked helplessly at the two people who looked like three-year-old children in front of her. Fortunately, the black energy on He Wanluo's body was only faint. With him watching and sending him back, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Need not!"

"Thank you then!"

The two spoke in unison.

It was He Wanluo who refused. He was afraid that there was something waiting for the two of them outside. He planned to stay here until dawn before leaving. He didn't want to involve this fragile beauty. He was an ordinary person at most, but he didn't There is no way to stage a hero to save the beauty.

"Let's go." Jing Ling's tone was firm, not allowing He Wanluo to refuse any more, and she had already walked towards the door first.

"Leader, I don't think this person is an ordinary person." Qin Tian cautiously reminded the leader who seemed to him "fainted", "He seemed to know that we encountered a ghost just now, maybe it will be safe to follow him go back."

He Wanluo gave Qin Tian a blank look, but his sixth sense also told him that this person was extraordinary.Since Jing Ling appeared in front of them, the sense of oppression of being peeped when he first entered the bar disappeared instantly, and...he always had a strange feeling, as if this was not the first time he saw Jing Ling, but carefully After searching in his head, he couldn't remember that he knew such a person. It stands to reason that if it wasn't the first time he met him, he shouldn't have forgotten someone with such amazing looks.

Just as they were thinking, the three of them had already reached the door of the bar.The small door was still ajar. Standing at the door, He Wanluo and Qin Tian both had lingering fears. They looked towards the door for fear of seeing something strange.

Jing Ling turned her head, as if she could see He Wanluo's hesitation, stepped out of the bar door, and reached out to him, "Come on, there's nothing."

Jing Ling's words were like a reassurance, inexplicably reassuring.The two finally walked out. The street that was covered in thick fog not long ago cleared away, and the road that was still dark just now was lined with lights like dragons, so there was no weird atmosphere.He Wanluo looked left and right. It seemed as if he had crossed two different worlds between entering and exiting. Everything outside was as usual. There were still young lovers who didn't want to go home and passers-by who were late returning on the street. He couldn't help but wonder what just happened. Everything is not just a blindfold.

With no worries about her life, He Wanluo, who was naturally nervous, regained her lively and talkative personality, and began to talk about the funny stories of the recorded programs and the gossip news about beautiful celebrities, but Jing Ling didn't talk much, and just listened quietly along the way. He Wanluo spit all over the place, and listened very carefully, just like a student listening in class, for fear of missing any word.Occasionally, when He Wanluo talked about recording supernatural programs, day and night were turned upside down, and he often forgot to sleep and eat, he would frown slightly and tell him to pay attention to his body. It was obviously a polite remark, but when Jing Ling said it, he was very serious, making people feel that it was sincere. exhort.

He Wanluo originally thought that they were still far away from home, but he didn't expect that it was only two streets away, just a few turns away.As soon as I got out of the car, the phone started to vibrate non-stop. It seemed that the phone had no signal just now, and communication was only resumed now. It indicated that there were 108 unread WeChat messages, all of which were from Chen Jing.

Women are tigers, you don't need to think about it, you know that you lost contact all night, your girlfriend must be furious now, anxious to explain to her, He Wanluo, who had a frightening night tonight, hastily thanked Jing Ling, and got on the elevator home with a sad face.

Jing Ling in the car stared at the receding figure of the slender boy with a baby face for a long time, until the figure disappeared at the corner of the corridor.The voice-activated lights kept turning on, off, on, and off because of cicadas and birds, and went on and off until the 300th time, Jing Ling lit a cigarette and started the car.The east is white, and it will be all right tonight.

There was a slight light in the sky, and the first ray of sunlight in the early autumn morning shone through the car window on Jing Ling's hands, bringing warmth.There is a long-lost feeling gradually gathering in his chest, pulsating restlessly in his heart like boiling water. He doesn't know what it is, but he just can't say it and can't let it go.He knew that his thousands of years of hard work had not been in vain.

Jing Ling's home is in the suburbs, a bit remote, far away from He Wanluo.It was a modest loft with simple decoration and not much furniture. There was only a sofa and a dining table in the living room.The room facing the sun is a bedroom, with a desk and a bed. It is neatly arranged, but it doesn't look like it is inhabited.

As soon as the door was opened, a snow-white thing flew out from nowhere, and pounced on Jing Ling with a whimper.Looking closely, it was a round, ball-like Bichon Frize, with a short tail flicking, standing on two hind legs, with its front paws clapping on Jing Ling's body.

"You didn't come home at night, and my lord starved to death."

What is astonishing is that this bichon frise even spoke human words.

"The dog food is in the living room, go find it yourself." Jing Ling kicked the bichon chow off his body and went upstairs.

"Hey, I'm a dog. Whose dog have you seen can pour dog food for itself?"

"No." Jing Ling paused for a moment, and glanced at the fat dog who was walking behind her in small steps, with its buttocks twisting and turning, "I have never seen a dog that can talk."

"..."

Ignoring Bichon's protest, Jing Ling walked into the bedroom, sat at the desk, thoughtful.

"Hi, how are you doing today?"

Dogs are naturally sensitive, and when they sensed that their roommates were not in the right mood, Bichon Frize stopped making noise. On tiptoe, he quickly followed to the bedroom, jumped from the floor to the bed, and then jumped from the bed to the desk. Jing Ling reached out to pat the fat dog.The fat dog was fat again, but still nimble. He took two steps back, and Jing Ling's fingers brushed past the tip of its nose.

The smell of another person still remains on the hand.

The taste is faint, but inexplicably familiar, Fat Dog can't remember it for a while.

"Awu, he's back."

The fat dog named Awu suddenly became quiet, bent his hind legs and sat down obediently.

"You found him?"

"Ah."

"You..." After hesitating again and again, Ah Wu still spoke.

"Needless to say, I know all about it."