"You don't like him, why did you come to Lingdu with him. ”

"I can't beat him, he kidnapped me. Linglong opened his mouth and looked at Bei Ming proudly, and Bei Ming angrily reached out to pluck its ears.

"Lying is not a good boy. Fanyin laughed, where would he believe its words.

"I'm not a child, I'm in my twenties, you're probably only a teenager. ”

"I'm nineteen, and I'll be twenty soon. ”

"Then I can marry you now!" Linglong said, hearing that Bei Ming shook his spirit. Fanyin suddenly laughed, and the two looked at Fanyin but were puzzled and stayed aside. "You little fellow, who did you learn to talk to, it's not good to talk like this. As he spoke, he scratched Linglong's nose. "What to marry or not, how to talk to girls like this, be careful that others don't like you in the future. ”

"Don't!" Ling Long wagged his tail in refusal. "Then you have to speak well in the future. Fanyin said, "I'm talking well, I really like you, I don't believe you ask him, I came with him along the way, did you say that I like others, Beiming, did you say that I said." Linglong asked, pointing at Beiming with the tip of his tail. "Not really. "Bei Ming doesn't lie, Linglong really hasn't said that he likes any human along the way.

"I'm so honored, thank you. Sanskrit said with a smile. You are welcome. Linglong was still embarrassed, lowered his head, and stroked the dragon scales on his belly with his paws, thinking that he would straighten them out so that they would look better. Sanskrit giggled.

"Then you can marry me. Linglong said shyly, his two front paws scratching each other at a loss, and Beiming only felt that his head was swollen.

"Of course not. Sanskrit said gently.

"Why, do you have someone you like!" Linglong panicked, and Bei Ming also instantly raised his breath and listened carefully.

"That's not it," Sanskrit replied easily, Linglong breathed a sigh of relief, but Beiming didn't feel any better, and he was powerless. "Why is that?" said Linglong.

"You like me, I like you, we can be friends. My sister likes my sister, my brother likes my brother, so I can't marry them all. ”

"Is that so?" Linglong wondered, as he didn't seem to understand the intricacies and ambiguities of human feelings. "Don't you want to get married if you like it?" asked Ling Long.

"No," Sanskrit scratched its little nose again. "I thought you humans said you liked to get married. "Although Linglong speaks the language of all things, it has never lived with humans, and many things are still not understood.

Fanyin looked at it with a smile, didn't say more, Linglong looked at her eyes and felt very beautiful, it had never seen such clear eyes, like a clear spring flowing from the Milky Way, everything in this world, the bright night sky, was reflected in her. Linglong's orange moon-like eyes were reflected in her obsidian pupils, which were really like the night on the horizon, and Linglong looked drunk, as if he had drunk wine.

"Can't you hear me?" said Linglong softly, afraid of disturbing her.

Sanyin looked at it quietly and replied, "Yes, did Beiming tell you?"

"Do you hear me now?"

Linglong said slowly, and in an instant, a gurgling spring-like sound flowed into the Sanskrit ear, hovering for a long time, and the aftermath did not disappear. I saw Sanskrit staying in place, her eyes were focused, and she was empty.

"Do you hear the winter wind?" Linglong softly called Sanskrit, and Beiming looked at Linglong in surprise, it was talking as usual. Fanyin stood there, her mouth slightly open, her pupils dilated, she didn't know what was happening, she heard, she heard Linglong talking to her, she heard the wind, Xiao Xiao, whirring.

"Is this the rumor? the rumor today?" she said slowly.

"Yes. Linglong whispered in her ear.

"I hear you. Sanskrit said ethereally, looking at the empty sky. "I hear you. She sighed, speaking in a voice that seemed to be absent.

Seeing this, Beiming didn't know what was happening, but he felt that Fanyin's face was different, and he hurriedly called softly: "Fanyin?"

"What else do you want to hear?" Linglong said, accompanying her.

"I, I ......" Fanyin felt that everything was so unreal, so illusory, she didn't have time to react, only the inexplicable emotion welled up in her heart. She gasped for breath due to excessive exclamation, and her heart could not be calm for a while. "I, I ......"

"Do you want to hear the rain?" asked Linglong warmly. Sanskrit shook her head slightly. Linglong wanted to wait for her to adjust to the sudden change just now, and didn't ask any more questions.

Beiming asked Linglong what happened to Sanskrit, and Linglong whispered that it could transmit the sound of all things in the world to Sanskrit. Bei Ming was equally shocked when he heard it, Linglong didn't mention to him that he had such skills. It's just because Linglong fell in love with her when he saw Fanyin, so he helped her without reservation. It's as if its spiritual ears and Sanskrit eyes are a natural pair.

Fanyin looked at the sky, and after a long time, she turned around and said softly, "Can I hear the voice of the Northern Darkness?" she looked at Linglong in her panicked eyes. "Absolutely. Linglong happily turned to Bei Ming and said, "Hurry up and say a few words to Xiaoyin, as soon as you speak, I can let her hear." ”

Bei Ming also looked at Sanskrit Yin in the same shock, and didn't know what to say for a while. Before he could open his mouth, Sanskrit suddenly stopped him: "Wait." "Sounds a little nervous. "What's wrong?" Linglong asked.

Fanyin looked at Bei Ming in a panic, his eyes flashed, and he said tremblingly: "I want to hear you say to me" I am Bei Tang Bei Ming, twelve years old this year. After speaking, the corners of Sanskrit Yin's mouth opened slightly, smiling and closing, merging and laughing, not knowing what to do. Beiming saw her crying with joy like this, and wanted to rush over and hug her.

"I'm Bei Tang Beiming, I am seventeen years old this year, and I met your fifth Sanskrit sound when I was twelve years old. Glad I got to know you. Bei Ming said, stretching out his hand. Fanyin was stunned, listening to what Beiming said to her, her eyes were not wet, she looked at Beiming's outstretched hand, and she also stretched it out, just like the two met for the first time, holding together.

Fanyin smiled, and happy tears flowed down her cheeks: "My name is Fifth Fanyin, I am nineteen years old this year, I knew you when I was fourteen, I am two years older than you, I should be your sister." Fanyin smiled and looked at Beiming, remembering that he was sweating profusely and looking like a cat when he carried her back from the tourist village, and that he looked serious when he rescued her from the shore.

Bei Ming raised his finger lightly and wiped away the tears on her face, which was exactly the same as then, but now her eyes and movements were more gentle. Fanyin's face was as silky as satin, silky and soft, and it slid up as soon as she raised her fingers.