human game

Luan Ying wanted to give him comfort, but he hadn't recovered from the cold yet, and was afraid that Jing Ping's condition would be aggravated.He looked at Luan Ying with red eyes, coughed from time to time, and asked intermittently, "How about you, can you pass the exam?" Luan Ying lowered her head and scratched her neck, not daring to look at him. Still, it’s okay.”

After the exam, the teaching building was empty. Even at the end of the semester, the bell was still rang on time, and the familiar chorus sounded, and they were immersed in the orange-red sunset.In Luan Ying's eyes, Jing Ping at this moment is much gentler than usual, he is deserting, his eyes are loose, and he doesn't know where he is looking.Luan Ying called him softly, originally only intending to ask how his health was, but after asking him he was reluctant to leave, and just stood in front of Jing Ping.

"Have you considered it?" His voice was muffled in the mask, not very clear.Jing Ping came back to look at him, Luan Ying looked eager and wanted to do something, but some kind of magic was applied, his hands were bound, as long as Jing Ping opened his mouth and chanted a spell, he was freed from then on.

"I still, still answer the original."

Luan Ying felt a pain in his chest, not only his chest, but also his viscera were messed up, twisted into one strand, pulled out from his stomach, dripping with blood, how he could still stand alive in front of Jing Ping, he felt inconceivable.Jing Ping turned to leave, but Luan Ying grabbed him and exhausted all his strength, Jing Ping didn't dare to move anymore, so he pulled him.

"Why, why?" His voice was hoarse, but his words were inevitably sharp. He wanted to pierce this man's chest to see if his heart was made of flesh and blood.But before Jing Ping could speak, he didn't want to listen anymore, "Wait a little longer, I can wait for a long time." "I'm afraid if I wait any longer, the answer will still be the same, Luan Ying." His brows and eyes were calm, a rare soft look Jing Ping, but his every word, every sentence, every movement and look, made Luan Ying heartbroken.

"Luan Ying, what do you think love is?" It is when two people are burnt in the same fire, turning into a pinch of ashes, and melting into a puddle of mud in the wind and rain, so that there is me in you, and you in me.The love that Jing Ping felt was not like this. He had given so much love and received so much joy, but finally woke up from the dream, and there was no one around him.

"Love is like a frog boiled in warm water, beautiful, tender, and suddenly desperate." They may be able to walk side by side for a while, but he is afraid that one day they will drift apart.Luan Ying lost strength and slipped his hand away from Jing Ping's wrist, he couldn't bear to look into Jing Ping's eyes, for fear of seeing bottomless sorrow.

Liang Shuan is right, he is very cold, he refuses to love others, and refuses others to love him.

Jing Ping left quietly, the twilight between day and night was so short, and the wind and clouds were blowing, and it was over.The evening wind was cold and cold, blowing into every part of his body, Jing Ping wrapped his coat tightly, and the dormitory building, which was only a few steps away, was suddenly so far away that he couldn't reach it no matter what.The rustling sound of falling dead leaves was mixed with the sound of Luan Ying's hasty footsteps. She took a step closer to him and then slowed down a bit. He swayed leisurely to Jing Ping's side, startling him.

"People who practice martial arts don't know how to give up." Luan Ying wanted to hold his hand, rubbed his fingers for a while, but didn't move. He looked into the distance and said to Jing Ping, "There is no complete despair in the world. I thought you knew the truth best." Jing Ping climbed up from the quagmire of despair again and again, and walked on with his body covered in scars.

"I still have to wait." They walked to the door of the dormitory building, Luan Ying hurriedly left these words and ran away.Jing Ping looked at the direction he was going, and the street lamps blurred into one piece in his eyes, a ball of bright and clear light.

Luan Ying is light.