There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Twenty-third piece Chapter 1: (6)

Barrage Crazy recommends that the anchor take a look at his own photos. Linglong started another round calmly, telling them proudly: "Don't think that I am different from you. I am quite successful in losing weight. When the time comes, the offline game will blind your dog's eyes and wait for you to kneel down and sing. conquer."

Her previous photos were widely circulated. Faced with an ugly woman, male fans were always very rude. Now I heard Linglong said that she was quite successful in losing weight, so she didn't take seriously how much she had lost weight. In fact, some words are already very ugly. I am afraid that I can't stand it if I am a little bit less courageous girl, and Linglong's face does not change the color, Fu Heng frantically presents some cheap barrage ban packages on the computer.

He disliked those barrages and discussed how fat and ugly she was as if Linglong was a cargo. In Fu Heng's view, those people were much ugly and ugly than Linglong. He sat next to Linglong and said coldly: "If you say that others are fat and ugly, it is better to look in the mirror and then look at your passbook."

What do you compare with Linglong one by one? Can you support yourself? Can you live strong and optimistic alone? Can you be so strong under countless strange eyes? If you can't, shut up.

Linglong patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be angry, I'm not angry at all."

Fu Heng pursed his thin lips, he knew what a painful time was like better than anyone else, especially since he was in a different environment from Linglong. Although Linglong was fat, his family still loved her. But Fu Heng...Fu Heng is different. The one who loves him the most in this world is probably only a dog named Dabao.

He hates contact with anyone, and doesn't like talking and shaking hands. It's best not to see people all the time. Even if the whole world is only himself, it doesn't matter if he is silent. He saw what he used to be in Linglong, but Linglong is not exactly the same as him. The more he gets along with Linglong, the more Fu Heng confirms this fact. Linglong doesn't really need him much. He thinks they are alike and can snuggle and keep warm, but they don't—she doesn't need him at all.

Seeing those barrages, Fu Heng disliked it even more. He even wanted to rush into the screen to give a slap on the people who stood up and couldn't talk, and could hurt people unscrupulously through a network cable. They never know how much harm they can do to a person with a casual sentence.

Linglong also found that Fu Heng had social phobia. To be honest, she had lived for so long, and she rarely encountered this kind of use of her own fat and ugliness as a stepping stone... Fu Heng is definitely a weird person in the eyes of normal people. He doesn't like beautiful rivers, mountains, flowers, and full moon, and he is not interested in the beauty of the colorful flowers. He likes to be alone, lonely and lonely, and it is better than being hurt. And the more he met people who amazed his appearance and temperament, the more he hated the crowd.

He feels that he and Linglong are the same kind of people, and Linglong can't bear to break his beautiful ideas. He just wants someone to hug each other, but how can Linglong think like that? She has no emotions and desires at all, and she does not possess the human emotions. Whether others like her or hate her does not cause her emotional changes.

But Fu Heng is very quiet, handsome, pale and lonely, Linglong is quite good.

Compared to the group of sand sculpture fans, it is of course beautiful men who are more important, so they didn't prepare at all after they were queued, and they broadcast directly at the speed of light. Fu Heng sat quietly. He didn't have much interest in games. He didn't like to go out. Linglong read the novels he wrote and was very curious about how he came up with his magnificent and majestic patterns. Moreover, Fu Heng Most of the protagonists are positive and upbeat, completely different from him.

Asked once before, Fu Heng glanced at Linglong indifferently and said, "That's the mainstream."

You write the protagonist of a dark newspaper, do you think you can sell it? Do you think it can be published?

He didn't write novels to satisfy his own fantasy, but to make ends meet.

Linglong is very envious. She only pays for a month when she broadcasts it. Fu Heng sells a copyright of ten million, and what animation copyrights, games copyrights, audio novel copyrights... her eyes are green!

Dabao was lying on his stomach, opening his mouth wide and yawning from time to time, Fu Heng touched its big head, "I will go back to rest first, and run together tomorrow morning."

Linglong nodded and didn't give him away, but Dabao didn't want to go. Fu Heng dragged him twice and didn't move. Anyway, this stinky dog ​​was not the first time to stay at Linglong's house.

He lives at the opposite door, and is too lazy to turn on the light when he gets home. He falls on the sofa alone, if his chest rises and falls slightly when he breathes, it is no different from death.

Naturally, Fu Heng, the room manager, saw all the barrage during Linglong's live broadcast, and even saw some unsightly. Those people attacked Linglong's weight, looks, and said some disgusting words. Malice seemed to emerge from the screen, but Linglong was never angry.

Not the same as him.

Fu Heng never reads letters from readers or communicates with editors when he writes novels. He lives transparently and lonely, and never pays attention to others. Now he is young, handsome and rich, and there are beautiful girls who come to strike up a conversation on the street, but the first time he stayed, it was for a fat girl who was more than two hundred catties.

Now that fat girl has lost weight, her facial features are amazingly beautiful, and Fu Heng has become more aware of the difference between the two. Linglong is very outgoing and publicistic, and Fu Heng will never be able to do what she does.

He closed his eyes and desperately suppressed the crazy world-weary thoughts deep in his heart—he thought he was the same kind, but found that he was still alone. This feeling could drive people crazy. No one has ever understood Fu Heng, nor has anyone known that Fu Heng has a serious depression. His parents have already formed a new family. He is superfluous and unneeded. Even Dabao now has a preference. Of humans.

Fu Heng tried to ask for help, such as calling his parents, but their answer was very simple: go out for more walks! Go and play with your classmates! Are you out of money? See it for yourself! Don't do it! …Similar to this, I don’t know how many times I’ve heard it.

One day when he died in this house, his body stinks, and only the housekeeper will find it.

Fu Heng sighed lightly. If he died, there would be nothing wrong with him. If Dabao asked Linglong to take care of him, he would be relieved.

As a result, it didn't take long for him to fall into self-pity and feelings, and some people slammed the door frantically-generally this kind of rhythm and strength is only available to the girl who is right at the door. Fu Heng got up from the sofa with strong support, tidyed up his slightly wrinkled clothes, and looked decent and good-looking, then went to open the door, but Linglong kicked a dog into his house with a stinky face: "Bring your dog back, this guy. Isn’t it time to castrate?? It actually thought of Rilong??”

At this moment, Dabao was lying on the ground in fear, his two front paws covered his eyes and whimpered. He, he didn't know why he was so obsessed! It didn't realize that it was looking for death until the dragon girl got angry. At this moment, it can only ask the owner for help!

Da Bao did not sterilize...Fu Heng's face turned black. He looked down at Da Bao, "Da Bao is in heat?"

Linglong reacted quickly. As soon as the stinky dog ​​hugged her leg, she was kicked and sneered: "Tomorrow, I will accompany you to castrate this beast. Even the eggs have to be cut. You can't leave it at all!"

The attitude is quite determined.

Fu Heng felt embarrassed and embarrassed. He stammered and asked, "Then you, are you okay?"

"What do you think I can do?" Linglong asked back, staring at the smelly dog ​​viciously and kicking. Dabao groaned as he dared not move. The tears came down, but Linglong didn't feel reluctant at all." If you stay hungry for two or three days, you won’t eat it!"

Fu Heng nodded: "Okay."

Dabao's crying voice grew louder.

Linglong squinted her eyes, took Fuheng's hand and dragged him away from home, and said to Dabao: "Today you will give me a good reflection and say goodbye to your egg." Then she said to Fuheng, "Come to my house tonight. Go to sleep and let this stinky dog ​​think about it."

Dabao is very relative and clingy, no one to accompany him without the caress and attention of the owner makes him more uncomfortable than beating him, but he is also really afraid and exquisite, he can only watch the owner being pulled away by the dragon girl, thinking that he is the owner. Will stay here for myself, but the master left without saying a word? ? ?

Fu Heng felt that he couldn't stay alone tonight. Those bullet screens always appeared in his mind, and the malicious language circulated in his ears like sound, making him helpless.

Linglong's home is very clean, and the guest rooms are decorated with sunshine, matte and lovely. The bay windows are filled with various dolls that she bought. Although the two have known each other for a long time, it is the first time to stay overnight. He was lying on the bed, feeling the smell of Linglong's body in his breath. She was so happy to live—maybe the first thing she was attracted to was not just the same experience she had with herself, but also a completely different attitude towards life.

It seems that no matter what kind of difficulties she encounters, Linglong will not feel depressed and disgusted with the world. She is always alive happily, which is really enviable.

Fu Heng tossed and turned, and did not know when he fell asleep. In his dream was an endless black abyss. Standing on the edge of the abyss, staring at the bottomlessness, his footsteps moved forward twice.

Jump down.

You can die if you jump down, let yourself out of breath, unable to breathe, a little bit close to death, how wonderful!

Intellectually realize that his current situation is not right, but Fu Heng does not want to change at all. It is too difficult for him to live. No one can understand the use of loving life and bathing in sunshine for people who are severely depressed. They need it more. Yes, maybe it's better to go and die these four words.

He stretched out his hand and unconsciously pinched his neck.