Now her role: a little fan brother who is immortal in quicksand

It's really powerless to think about anything else.

Cheng Weiyang was dumbfounded and nodded to Yang Ling.

"Let's go, let's go somewhere else." Wang whispered, tilted his head and thought for a while: "There are not many people in the base now, some training rooms are empty, and there is nothing to go to the second floor on the first floor?" ”

"Okay"

The people who come don't know about Hongsheng.,Out of politeness, they won't ask any opinions.,In their opinion, the main purpose of coming here is to feel the place where Honmei once stayed.,These superior game equipment is actually not very touched.。

Going up the stairs, Cheng Weiyang looked at the entrance that led to the third floor.

Wang's whispering greetings continued all the way, and her name would be called once in a while, and Cheng Weiyang had no gap when she wanted to go somewhere else, so she closed her eyes and followed them with a smile on her face.

After about half an hour, he was about to finish walking around the second floor, Cheng Weiyang looked at the well-behaved impression and looked for the toilet, and when he walked to the door of the toilet, he suddenly said: "Sister Ling!" ”

Yang Ling was stunned: "What's wrong?" ”

"I'm a little sick to my stomach," Cheng Weiyang said apologetically: "The second floor is almost over, will we go back directly?" ”

"Well, can you hold on for a while?"

"Eh" Cheng Weiyang pointed a little embarrassed: "I'll go to the toilet, I'll go directly downstairs to the hall to wait for you, you go first?" ”

Yang Ling frowned, helpless: "You go, I'll wait for you here." ”

"No, no" The person in front of him looked even more embarrassed, and Cheng Weiyang pressed the three thick black lines on his head: "I may have eaten bad at night, it will take a long time"

But Yang Ling seemed to have decided and continued to say patiently: "It's okay, there's nothing to see, I'll wait for you." ”

Is it so hard to go to the toilet alone?

"That's too embarrassing," Cheng Weiyang racked his brains: "It's about half an hour." ”

"What do you want to do?"

Yang Ling suddenly spoke, and Cheng Weiyang looked up and saw her stunned with three points of inquiry.

Her acting skills are so bad?

"I know," Yang Ling raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Just now on the stairs, you stared at the third floor for a long time, and you rarely spoke along the way to weaken your sense of existence, and at that time I felt that you wanted to make some small movements." ”

Cheng Weiyang's face was slightly stiff and did not reply.

This feeling of being seen through is not pleasant to anyone.

Yang Ling noticed her stiffness and smiled: "I'm also curious about what's on the third floor, you go, tell me if you find something, I'll wait for you here." ”

Hearing this, Cheng Weiyang's mind turned a thousand times, what does it mean?

"You're not afraid of me causing trouble?"

"What's there to be afraid of," Yang Ling's eyes were frank: "If we just come over and look at those useless equipment, it's too meaningless, I can feel your love for the sand god, and the person who can be moved by the sand god's previous suffering is really loved, you won't do anything unfavorable to the sand god." ”

"Whispering mother is Shengshi's agent, and some things are involuntary, although I don't know why Aunt Song asked her to specifically ask you not to go to the third floor, but I have an intuition."

"You're not the same as we are."

She finished saying this lightly, with a smile on her face.

What's different?

When it comes to the sand gods, their demeanor and gaze are different, different from their pursuit and love, and in her eyes there is a more cordial familiarity.

Yang Ling's vision of seeing people has become very accurate under the tempering of ups and downs, relying on this kind of accuracy, she led a group of people to carry through the quicksand incident in the first few months, and the quicksand fan group is still the strong backing of the sand god on the Internet and in the backing.

"Go ahead." Yang Ling gave her a firm look.

Cheng Weiyang was slightly stunned under that gaze and looked in the direction of the person walking in front.

"Why?"

"Support him so much, even if you don't get a response?"

She asked, hearing her own voice.

Yang Ling leaned aside and smiled very cheerfully: "His former glory is like a belief imprinted in the bottom of his heart. ”

"Our liking is not a restraint on the sand god, he doesn't owe us, but we are very grateful to him for the throbbing," she tilted her head as if thinking of something: "Well, just like my father likes sea kisses very much, the sand god is just different from other contestants, how about this reason?" ”

"We've been waiting for him to come back."

Wait for him

Regression?

This sentence seems to carry the warmth that flows, and a touching feeling arises from the bottom of my heart.

Cheng Weiyang's eyes narrowed, he didn't speak, and turned around and walked in the opposite direction to them.

She suddenly understood the feeling

No matter what he is busy with in reality, no matter how chaotic and entangled the things around him are in reality, these people have nothing to do with his reality.

For Cheng Weiyang, Xu Baishan was just busy dealing with the things that went back and forth, but to his supporters, who had no sources, he seemed to have disappeared and was not heard from.

Just like the sea kiss that suddenly disappeared back then, the person who led the original glory of Tianyue never appeared again.

It's too much, it's cruel.

Or let him quickly settle things out and return sooner?

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