"Jingling's hair is green~ more beautiful than the tender green of fresh grass." She sat in the waves, her feet dangling, her fingertips curling silver hair around her leisurely.

The blood-colored eyes in the distance looked at her, without saying a word or interrupting, and her steady breathing mixed with the dark and quiet ocean, only her crisp voice, spread slowly.

Qingruo talked to him for a while, looked over with his chin in his palm, and his eyes were clean and gentle, "Are you tired?" Keep your eyes open all the time. Do you want to close your eyes and rest for a while? ”

Since the last time they opened their eyes, the huge blood-colored eyes hadn't been closed.

There was no response, and she didn't continue the topic anymore, sitting lazily, leaning against Haibo, her tender and white feet peeking out from under the skirt of the streamer, and there seemed to be colorful light waves circulating between the shaking.

Qingruo got up and left, waved goodbye, and his voice was soft like glutinous rice with a mellow feeling, "I'm going back, if you're tired, close your eyes and rest for a while." ”

He watched her disappear into the black sea, the swarthy and hollow depths of the sea with only his blood-colored eyes.

This is a forgotten corner of the world.

In the depths of the North Underworld, he had forgotten when he had been imprisoned here, for too long.

He used to be a dragon four with amazing talent and boundless mana, enjoying the supreme prosperity and respect in the world, and the sea spirit followed before and after.

The anger and resentment of the first time I was imprisoned have faded with the passage of time. The creatures of the deep sea, because of his resentment and anger at that time, whether innocent or not, were all buried in his belly, and the blue sea lost the warmth of the creatures, leaving only the violent prisoners, the blue was far away, and the darkness gradually invaded.

Anger and resentment were gone, and he began to panic, and he began to hope that time would pass more slowly, because the bone-eating loneliness terrified the depths of his heart, and he longed for time to be faster, to be released, to see the blue sky, the white clouds, the blue ocean, and the living creatures again.

But no.

Later, as time went by, the love gradually faded away, and the boundless glory that he once prided himself on living with the sky became ridiculous and terrifying, and the mana he was once proud of became the shackles that finally imprisoned him.

He closed his eyes.

In the empty Black Sea, silence.

She said green today, what color is green?

Oh, the color of the fresh grass. Is it pretty?

How can she have her hair that looks good.

She is happy and gentle.

There are many, many friends, elves of all colors, some strict fathers, careful and tolerant mothers, cute and lively younger siblings. Also, beautiful butterfly friends, small animals.

and, the Elven Mother Tree of Faith.

In her heart, there are thousands of heavens and earths.

It was late spring again, and she said that there were many flowers blooming on the elven side, and her mother had picked a lot of flowers and woven new clothes for them.

Ying Ying turned in a circle, her transformed figure swirled in the waves, the flowers on the skirt were delicate and real, swinging in the sea, floating to his side with the sea.

"Qingruo."

He opened his mouth to call her.

Months later, he spoke again.

Qingruo stopped spinning, the hand pulling the hem of the skirt was green and crisp, revealing a light light, and bright eyes transformed into the spirit of the ocean and the most favored angel in the ocean.

"Don't come again." He spoke slowly, slowly and earnestly.

As he spoke, there were huge waves in the sea, and her figure could not be steady, and as the waves fluttered, her long silver hair fluttered as if in the wind, and a light and warm sweetness seemed to rise in the sea, from the fragrance of her body, or perhaps from the flowers on the hem of her dress.

Without waiting for her to speak, he closed his huge eyes.

The blood-colored eyes in the distance of the deep sea closed, and the past was dark, boundless, hiding unknown stories and pasts.

The surging of the waves gradually stopped, Qingruo's figure steadied herself, her hand holding the hem of her skirt was lowered, and her voice was soft and a little low.

"Yes, because, don't you like to be friends with me?"

There was no answer.

For a long time, the echoes of no breath in the sea came.

"Oh." She answered in a low voice, as if she was responding to herself, and as if she was responding to the silent ocean.

Her figure gradually disappeared into the waves, and finally the dotted light waves dimmed little by little, slowly disappearing.

A long and long breath, surging with the waves.

The deep sea, once again silent.

Qingruo once again transformed, with his hands behind his back, his head down and his toes pointing at the waves.

Her eyes didn't open, and only her own figure shone in the dark deep sea.

There is no light in the sea, and there is no shadow of her.

Qingruo stood for a while, the corners of his mouth hooked a small arc, his hand behind his back, raised his head to face his direction, and hummed softly.

Her voice was small, but it was □□ quiet, and the slightest sound would spread with the waves, echoing in the dark waters.

The elf's singing voice could be sensitive, she didn't sing, humming delicately and softly, and the originally oppressive waters around her gradually calmed down.

There was no response in the distance, and the breath was long, slow, and occasionally a sound swept away in the sea, and then came back.

Here, it seems to be a closed black space, there is only him, and after she comes, there is one more her.

According to the same time every day, he didn't speak today, but after singing the song, Qingruo stood in the sea and looked at him, his eyes were transparent and clean.

Then the transfiguration figure gradually dissipated and disappeared.

At the end of summer, Qingruo changed into a skirt made of lotus flowers, with the moist fragrance of lotus flowers.

Qingruo has been standing in the sea wave for a year and a half, in this position, she lifted her skirt and sat down, the lotus-shaped skirt fluttered in the sea wave, lining her slim like a beautiful flower fairy.

Qing Ruo tilted her head, "Summer is about to leave, and it will be a long time before I can see Sister Xia Feng." ”

The tone was a little melancholy.

Is it in the world of elves, everything in the world should be treated gently.

The waves surging in the deep sea ruffled the hem of her skirt, and a lotus petal drifted away with the waves.

He didn't open his eyes, just sighed, and then asked her, "Qingruo, why are you coming back?" ”

Qingruo laughed, did not answer his question, her legs swayed, and her toes were as round as jade moving happily, like her voice flying now, "You are talking again~"

I applauded, obviously very happy, "Hey~ I haven't listened to you for a long time." ”

It's not like they haven't seen each other for a long time, because they see each other every day, even if he doesn't open his eyes, she can't see him.

A soft and low laugh came, "Heh~" It seemed that even Haibo was dyed with the thick joy in the laughter, and the fluctuating arc was happy, he spoke, like a lesson and pity, "Stupid." ”

Qingruo's voice fluctuated in the swaying waves, up and down, left and right, but she was still so beautiful that people took their breath away before they dared to stare.

He opened his eyes in her cheerful laughter, and he could see the curvature of the corners of her mouth very clearly.

His eyes were brighter than all the sun, moon and stars he had ever seen, clean and dusty, as if he had seen thousands of worlds and was gentle and tolerant, so he looked at him directly, "If you're happy, it's okay to call me stupid." ”

He smiled deeply, his huge blood-colored eyes curled, and the waves carried the gentleness of the sea breeze that he brought with him as he spoke, "Well, stupid. ”

Two words, bite softly, full, is pet or love.

Qingruo looked at him and smiled crookedly, without saying a word or refutating, this is what he meant.

"Actually, autumn is also very good, there are sweet fruits and golden leaves, and they fall together beautifully."

Her topic had returned to the seasons, and she told him little by little with her jade-like fingers about the beautiful scenery of autumn, the fruits of the harvest, and even the joy of the world that she had secretly run to see, and the satisfaction of people harvesting in the fields.

He thought he had forgotten the colors of this world.

But listening to her slowly, he began to remember.

Her hair is silvery-white, and the dew is the same color.

The pink of her skirt is the same color as the peach blossoms.

Her white skin was the color of glutinous rice.

He listened carefully to her description, just as a believer listening to God's blessings from tomorrow, every cell was pious and focused.

"Qingruo, I like silver white." He spoke slowly, trying to suppress the ripples in the water.

Her figure swayed in the waves, her long hair flowing, and the streamers scattered in the waves, spreading far away.

Qingruo grabbed her hair and shook it, "Is it such a color?" ”

"Hmm."

"Sister Jingling is going to give birth to a baby, she will definitely be a beautiful and cute little guy. Jingling and I are collecting blessing spirits, and we are going to make a big blessing bag for her. ”

"It's snowing, the snow is coming a little early this winter, the baby is born, it's really, really beautiful, and in a few months, we can take her to the Valley of Flowers to play with the butterflies."

She changed into a dress woven of cypresses, the emerald green color lined her delicate little face, and stood in the sea with beautiful glass.

"Huh?" Qingruo exclaimed in surprise, opened her palm to catch the little fat doll that jumped up, blinked in surprise and looked in his direction and asked him, "They have eyes and noses!" ”

The little chubby doll condensed by the thread of the sea spirit in Haiboli actually has eyes and a nose.

His gentle laughter came from the depths of the sea.

Proficient in controlling the waves, the fluctuations brought by the words are now very subtle.

"Qingruo, didn't you notice that the sea water is not pure black?"

"Yikes!" Qingruo held the little guy jumping in his hand, turned his head and looked to the side, "It seems to be yes, it turns out that the swarthy can't see anything." ”

She stared carefully at him, her huge red eyes staring at her with some nervousness.

Qingruo hooked a smile, and vaguely could only see a huge figure, the feeling of being imprisoned by countless things, "Are you a dragon?" It's huge. ”

Long Si suddenly felt funny, he actually had a nervous time.

"Well, I'm a dragon, a dragon condemned to eternal imprisonment."

The word forever, placed in front of a word like imprisonment, really makes people feel sad.

Qingruo nodded, the nose of the little guy in his hand, soft, but not warm, it was cold.

The tone of indifference was relaxed but sincere, "It's okay, I can come and play with you." ”

"Ugh." He sighed softly, "I know, stupid. ”

**

Why come?

You shouldn't be in such a deserted place that there's nothing left but black.

Qingruo, you are an elf.

You should stand under the beautiful elven mother tree,

Smile beautifully.

A sucker.

- [Black Box]