There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 255. The twenty-third dragon scale (six)

The twenty-third dragon scale (6)

The barrage madly suggests that streamers take a look at their own photos. Linglong calmly started another round, and told them arrogantly: "Don't think about it, I'm different from you, I've been very successful in losing weight, and the offline competition will blind your dog eyes, waiting for you to kneel down and sing. Conquer."

Her previous photos were widely circulated. Faced with an ugly girl, male fans were always very rude. Now, when Linglong said that she was quite successful in losing weight, she asked her how much she lost weight. In fact, some of the words are already very ugly, and I am afraid that a girl with a little less courage will not be able to bear it, but Linglong's face does not change, Fu Heng frantically presents some cheap bullet screen banning packages on the computer.

He hates those barrages, and treats Linglong as a commodity to discuss how fat and ugly she is. In Fu Heng's opinion, those people are much uglier than Linglong. He sat next to Linglong and said coldly, "If you say that others are fat and ugly, it's better to look in the mirror and then look at your bankbook."

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

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

Fu Heng pursed her thin lips. He knew better than anyone what a painful time it was, especially since his environment was not quite the same as Linglong. Although Linglong was fat, her family still loved her. But Fu Heng... Fu Heng is different. The one who loves him most in this world is probably only a dog named Dabao.

He hates contact with anyone, and he doesn't like talking and shaking hands. It's best not to see people. Even if there is only himself in the world, it doesn't matter if it's quiet like death. He saw his former self in Linglong, but Linglong was not exactly the same as him. The more he got along with Linglong, the more Fu Heng confirmed this fact. Linglong doesn't really need him very much. He thinks that the two are very similar and can snuggle up to keep warm, but it's not - she doesn't need it at all.

Seeing those barrages, Fu Heng didn't like it even more. He even wanted to rush into the screen to beat up those people who could speak unscrupulously through a network cable without backache. They never know how much harm they can do to a person.

Linglong also found out that Fu Heng has social phobia. To be honest, she has lived for so long, and she rarely encounters such a thing that uses her fat and ugly as a stepping stone... In the eyes of normal people, Fu Heng Absolutely weird. He doesn't like the beautiful rivers, mountains, flowers, and full moon, and he is not interested in the beautiful and colorful appearance. He likes a person. It is better to be alone and lonely than to be hurt. And the more he encounters people who amaze his appearance and temperament, the more he hates crowds.

He feels that he and Linglong are the same kind of people. Linglong can't bear to break his beautiful thoughts. He just wants to find someone to cuddle with, but how can Linglong think like that? She has no emotions at all, she doesn't have the joys, sorrows and joys of human beings, and whether others like her or hate her does not cause her emotional changes.

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

Compared to the group of sand sculpture fans, of course, the handsome man is more important, so after the queue is reached, they simply don't prepare, and broadcast directly at the speed of light. Fu Heng sat quietly. He wasn't very interested in games, and he didn't like to go out. Linglong had read the novels he wrote, and he was very curious about how he came up with those magnificent patterns. Most of the protagonists are positive and completely different from himself.

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 wrote novels not to satisfy his fantasies, but to make ends meet.

Linglong is very envious. She only has a little money for a month of live broadcast. Fu Heng sells a copyright for tens of millions. What kind of animation copyright, game copyright, audio novel copyright... Her eyes are green with envy. !

Da Bao was lying on the side, yawning with open mouth from time to time, Fu Heng touched its big head, "I'll go back to rest first, and we'll run together tomorrow morning."

Linglong nodded and didn't send him off, but Dabao didn't want to leave, so Fu Heng didn't care if he didn't move. Anyway, it's not the first time this stinky dog ​​stayed at Linglong's house and didn't leave.

He lives opposite the door, and he doesn't bother to turn on the lights when he gets home. He collapses on the sofa alone. If his chest undulates slightly when he breathes, it's really no different from being dead.

Fu Heng, the house manager, naturally saw all the barrages during Linglong's live broadcast, and even saw some unsightly. Those people attacked Linglong's weight and appearance, said some disgusting words, and malice seemed to come out of the screen, but Linglong never got angry.

Not like him.

Fu Heng never read letters from readers or communicated with editors when writing novels. He lived a transparent and lonely life and never paid attention to others. Now he is young, handsome and rich, and when he walks on the street, pretty girls come to chat with him, but the first time he stops, it is for a fat girl who weighs more than 200 pounds.

Now that the fat girl has lost weight, her facial features are amazingly beautiful, and Fu Heng is more aware of the difference between the two. Linglong is very outgoing and flamboyant, and Fu Heng can never be like her.

He closed his eyes and tried desperately to suppress the crazy world-weary thoughts deep inside himself - he thought he was the same kind, only to find that he was still alone. This feeling is driving people crazy. No one has ever understood Fu Heng, and no one has ever known that Fu Heng suffers from severe depression. His parents have already set up a new family. He is unnecessary and unnecessary. Even Dabao now likes him more. of humans.

Fu Heng tried asking people for help, such as calling his parents, but their answer was simple: go out and walk more! Go play with your classmates! Are you out of money? Check it out for yourself! Don't do it! ...I don't know how many times I've heard something like this.

One day he died in this house, the body stinks, only the housekeeping aunt will find out.

Fu Heng sighed softly. If he died, there would be nothing wrong. 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 a self-pity mood, and someone frantically slammed the door - usually this kind of rhythm and strength is only available to the girl opposite the door. Fu Heng forced himself to get up from the sofa, tidied up his slightly wrinkled clothes, and looked decent again before going to open the door, but Linglong kicked a dog into his house with a stinky face: "Take your dog back, this guy Shouldn't it be castrated??? It actually thought of the sun dragon just now???"

At this moment, Dabao is lying on the ground in fear, with his two front paws covering his eyes and whimpering. It didn't realize that he was courting death until the dragon girl got angry, and now he can only ask the master for help!

It is true that Dabao was not sterilized... Fu Heng's face turned dark, he looked down at Dabao, "Dabao is in heat?"

Linglong reacted quickly, the stinky dog ​​was kicked by her as soon as she hugged her leg, and sneered: "Tomorrow I will accompany you to castrate this beast, even the eggs have to be cut, there is nothing left for it! "

The attitude is quite firm.

Fu Heng felt embarrassed and ashamed, he stammered and asked, "Then you, are you all right?"

"What do you think I can do?" Linglong asked back, and gave the stinky dog ​​a vicious look and kicked it. Dabao didn't dare to move, so he burst into tears. Soft-hearted, "I'll be hungry for another two or three days, and I won't give it shit!"

Fu Heng nodded: "Okay."

Da Bao's cry grew louder.

Linglong narrowed her eyes, grabbed Fu Heng's hand and dragged him away from the house, and said to Dabao, "Today, you will give me a good reflection and say goodbye to your eggs." Then she said to Fu Heng, " Come to my house to sleep at night, let this stinky dog ​​think about it."

Dabao is very close and clingy. No one accompanies him without the owner's caress and attention, which makes it more uncomfortable than beating him, but he is also really afraid of Linglong, so he can only watch the owner being pulled away by the dragon girl I thought that the master would stay for himself, but the master actually left without saying a word? ? ?

Fu Heng felt that he couldn't be alone tonight. Those barrages always appeared in his mind, and the malicious words kept looping in his ears like a voice, making him powerless.

Linglong's house is very clean, and the guest room is also decorated by her with a sunny pink and cute. The bay window is full of all kinds of dolls 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, and his breath was filled with the smell of Linglong's body. She was so happy to live--perhaps the first thing that attracted him was not only the same experience she had with him, but also a completely different attitude towards life. .

It seems that no matter what kind of difficulties she encounters, Linglong will never feel depressed and world-weary. She always lives happily, which is really enviable.

Fu Heng tossed and turned, not knowing when he fell asleep. In his dream, there was an endless black abyss. He stood on the edge of the abyss, staring into the abyss and moving forward twice.

Jump down.

You can die just by jumping off. How wonderful it is to let yourself be out of breath, unable to breathe, just a little bit closer to death!

Intellectually aware that his current situation is not right, but Fu Heng doesn't 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 the sun for severely depressed people. What they need more may not be as good as the four words you die.

He reaches out and grabs his neck unconsciously.