The enemy has a crush on me

The author has something to say: Play a song "3055" on demand, listen to and write this chapter, and say goodbye to Yin (ying) Luo (long).

The air is sweet and refreshing, and every mouthful is flaunting the aroma of spiritual fruit that is not available in the world, and it can't help but rush into the nasal cavity.Qingze's eyes were bloodshot, his canthus were about to split open, and he grabbed Wuliang Taihua's collar with murderous intent.

Hold on tightly, as if wishing to kill him here.

Hold on tight, then let go slowly.

why?

He doesn't understand.

It's just a fairy.

He was born in Qingze, and all things are like ants to him.

But an ant.

why?

He couldn't figure it out, so he decided to go to Beidi.

In order to express his apology, Wuliang Taihua decided to personally send [-] heavenly soldiers to help him in his own name. Three days later, he assembled at the Taihua Gate in the East Heavenly Court and set off as a team.

Penglai Xiandao, every step of the lotus blooms.Tiger Ban Xiaqi, Lin Laiquan Yun.

There are ruins all over the place.

He stands in the ruins.

Like being alone in the sky.

It has ushered in the end of another story, but it seems to be back to the beginning of everything.

He ushered in the ending again and again, and stood at the beginning again and again.

When he was born, he sang about the mountain wind, the sea, the flowers, the trees, the sky, the clouds, the birds, the beasts, everything he perceived in the dark, and the world he saw at first sight in his expectation.

Three days later, he opened his eyes and found himself on a rock reaching the dome, with nothing in front of him.

Empty.

It is his initial cognition of existence.

Later, he pierced the other person's stomach with his hands, and saw the blood flowing down, which was more delicate and beautiful than the flowers and colors of the mountains he had seen before, and it was the most vivid scene he had ever seen.

struggling.

It is his initial cognition of death.

Short life and long death. — is his complete cognition of life.

Later he asked:

Yin Luo, what is your understanding of survival?What is your perception of death?

In the darkness, Yin Luo opened a pair of eyes that were darker than the night, and looked at him silently, without answering.

Yin Luo still had no way to answer.

This should be the last question that a living dead person who is neither alive nor willing to die can answer.

But in the end he died.

Only he was left.

He was the only one left.

It's empty.

Struggling.

When Ying Long was alive, he was not so empty and struggling in pain.

He has hope.

Looking forward to Yinglong dragging his long tail and carrying two pots of dragon saliva to appear at the entrance of Hengshan Mountain when the trees are blooming.

It took so long for Yinglong to come every time, so long that he thought that Yinglong would never come again.

Ke Yinglong always appears again.

Bai Ze told Ying Long many anecdotes and strange things he had collected outside the mountains, and each time he told them the same thing.

When Bai Ze wasn't telling stories, Ying Long just sat there in a daze.

Looking at the empty palm, I don't know what to think.

Looking at the flowers and trees all over the mountain, I don't know what to think.

Looking at the clear stream, I don't know what to think.

In fact, he also tells stories.

The stories he told must be more lively and interesting than those told by Bai Ze.

After all, Bai Ze is such a cold and numb person by nature.

But there are very few opportunities for them to talk.

Many times, many times, he watched Yinglong go up the mountain, and then he watched Yinglong go down the mountain.

Ying Long never took the initiative to talk to him, and every time he climbed Hengshan Mountain, he would just tighten his lips and lower his head.

There is not a word between each other.

How could there be no words?

He is such a living beast, does Ying Long treat him as a human being and walk through the air?

As if he didn't exist.

It seems that there is only one god named Bai Ze in Hengshan.

Until occasionally accidentally intersecting with Ying Long's eyes, he found that Ying Long always looked away unnaturally.

It turned out that Ying Long couldn't see him.

Ying Long hates him.

The embarrassment, struggle, pain, and even the silent wailing that Ying Long unintentionally reveals among the empty and flourishing flowers and trees, will always be scared back immediately after he finds himself coming.

The posture of refusing to defend is so obvious, like a panicked beast blowing up its fur all over its body in bewilderment.

Why does Ying Long hate him so much?

How can he talk to Ying Long more?

He racked his brains, almost driving himself mad.

Tens of thousands of years have passed.

Ying Long climbed Mount Heng again and again, occasionally looking at him, and more often looking away.

She seemed to want to speak, but she pursed her lips even tighter.

Hurry up the mountain, hurry down the mountain.

I do not know when to return.

Until one day, Ying Long walked to the edge of the stream.

After hesitating for a long time, it seemed that he mustered all his courage.

Said to him: "...Are you Qing Ze?"

He wants to seize this opportunity.

He only has this chance.

—he seized the opportunity.

He and Yinglong became enemies who disliked each other and faced each other.

At least when Ying Long climbed Mount Heng again, he finally had a reason to talk to Ying Long.

Even if it is full of jealousy and anger.

But Yinglong still looked so painful.

Ke Yinglong looked more and more painful.

why?

Is it because Bai Ze never responded to him?

Is it because Ying Long has been out of tune with this world for so long that he finally forgot how to accurately express his heart to the outside world?

I don't know what to do, clumsily, clumsily, and trying my best to convey the wrong information to Bai Ze, so smart as Bai Ze can't detect it in time?

Then he prayed that Bai Ze would notice it later.

He is such a wicked person, he hates the story of the love between two lovers the most.

Ying Long still came to Hengshan, but the interval between them was getting longer and longer.

Ying Long's original frequency was already very low, and it would be a bit forced to stretch it any longer.

Still pick a season when thousands of trees are blooming, and still carry two jugs of wine.

It was also after such a long time that he realized that visiting Hengshan was actually such a difficult thing for Xianglong.

If no one knows what Ying Long is thinking, he must be regarded as a cruel and cruel tyrant, a powerful weirdo.Fear him, scold him, flatter him.

If anyone knew what Ying Long was thinking, they would only regard him as a childish, ridiculous, and utter lunatic.

For tens of thousands of years, Yinglong may have been huddling year after year in the barren hills where he has lived in seclusion since he was born, trying to accumulate courage bit by bit, slowly and extremely, or to make a few more The infamous rebellious incident, and then carrying the brewed spirits, came to the entrance of Hengshan Mountain.

Along the thin stream, along the familiar mountain road, along the unstained mountains, I finally saw Bai Ze who was sitting on the top of the mountain and prepared a table of delicious dishes. It took half a day to consume that little courage Jing, flinched back in panic.

Little by little, little by little, it was accumulated again.

For those who are so timid, it will take longer than before to recover from a little fright.

He finally realized that Ying Long's childishness was ridiculous, and he also found Ying Long more and more disliked.

The contradictions and differences are getting bigger and bigger.

Discord and conflict are imminent.

Once, Ying Long really didn't come for a long time.

He firmly believes that Ying Long will never come again.

He even forgot that Ying Long had ever been here.

But he found Yinglong standing among the blossoming flowers and trees.

With blood dripping down his body, he reached out to catch a pale fallen flower and looked at the high sky.

It seems like the heart is ashamed, like discouraged and hopeless.

More like dying.

Ying Long didn't even go to see Bai Ze this time. ——Of course I didn’t see him either.

Slowly put the fallen petals into the stream, watched silently for a while, and then left.

He looked at Ying Long's rare staggering steps when he went down the mountain, and knew that Ying Long should have suffered serious injuries.

Ying Long always loves to have trouble with the gods, and it is inevitable that he will occasionally kick a hard bone and do things that hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred.

He was suddenly afraid that once Ying Long left, he really would never come again.

Maybe Yinglong will die outside.

Yinglong will die outside sooner or later.

On the day when Ying Long finally had no energy to gather up his courage again, on the day when Ying Long finally found out how stupid and clumsy he was, so that what he asked for completely deviated from the original track.

Yinglong will find out sooner or later.

Yinglong will die sooner or later.

Ying Long has already found out.

So Ying Long wanted to die.

Then he will satisfy Ying Long.

He is willing to fulfill all the wishes of Yinglong.

Even at the cost of life.

If you can't fall in love in life, you can sleep with Ying Long and die together, which is also a sweet and happy ending.

It's also a sweet ending.

But he couldn't.

He even finally witnessed Ying Long's tragic death at the hands of others.

he thinks:

What's up.

How could this happen.

He couldn't figure it out, and finally turned into a homeless walking dead walking around the world alone.

Watching children grow old, watching prosperity and withering, watching tide rise and sunset, watching dynasties changing, watching meeting and parting.

He has a mean expression, walks in a hurry, and never stops.

Also dare not stop.

As soon as you stop, you will find that there is only one person left.

When Ying Long was alive, he didn't say a few words to him, and he didn't get along with him for a long time, but he left only a handful of intermittent, small spots in his tens of thousands of years of life.

But he knew that no matter how long it took, Ying Long would always come again, so he never felt lonely.

When Yinglong died, he realized that the whole world was suddenly empty.

He thought there would be no difference, but it turned out that the world without Yinglong was like this.

The world without Yinglong turned out to be like this.

He is alone.

It's empty.

He is alone.

Struggling.

Did he really need the Emperor as a bait to kidnap Yin Luo, or did he kidnap Yin Luo because the Emperor was Yin Luo?

She dragged him involuntarily, but forgot to ask why he appeared there.

Why do you look so out of place with the surroundings?

why are you here

what?

Are you waiting for someone?

Who are you waiting for?

I?

it's me?

It turned out to be me?

Why me?

How could it be me?

have you seen me

do you know me

Do you know who I am?

do you remember me

Have you forgotten me?

why are you waiting for me

How long have you been waiting for me?

Have you waited for me?

you--

you,

What are you trying to tell me?

Yin Luo, good Yin Luo, tell me.

What are you trying to tell me?

In the end, nothing remained.

The little wild flowers he and Yin Luo planted haven't bloomed yet.

How much Yin Luo wishes to see the flowers bloom.

When I was still able to move around, I squatted there every day to watch.

But Yin Luo could no longer see the flowers blooming.

Fields were crushed by rockfall, and the seedlings they had worked so hard to plant never had a chance to bloom.

Why does Yin Luo squat there every day to watch.

It seems that I really thought I could wait until the same.

The life of the human race is so short, and sooner or later it will come to an end.

Yin Luo's life was particularly short, and he was dying from the first time he met him.

So trying so hard to live one more day, one more day.

Looking at him without blinking, as if each glance was the last.

It seems like every day is the last day.

Obviously knew it from the beginning.

Obviously, I knew from the beginning that it was impossible to wait for the flowers to bloom.

But he still squats there every day, as if looking forward to it.

Obviously knew it from the beginning.

It was clear from the beginning that it was impossible to get a response.

But I still looked at him every day, as if I was very reluctant.

why?

why?

why?

why.

He doesn't understand.

He didn't understand, but squatted on the ground and cried bitterly.

——… Are you Qing Ze?

——Song Qingze!

——Song Qingze, don't ask, I don't know, I don't know.

——I, I don’t remember.

——I don't want to die, I want to live, I promised a person, I want to live.

— Goddess, I'm going to meet someone, and I have something to tell him.

——I'm waiting for someone, I'm looking for someone.

——I regret my life.

——Qing Ze, Qing Ze, I’m not going anywhere.

——Song Qingze, I'm still alive, you, don't show such an expression again.

--I--

--I……?

——Song Qingze...I like you...um, um...do you like me?

--I already……

Song Qingze.

at least in the end,

Take a look at me.

He never dreamed of Yinglong again.