The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 980 "Air Fish"

Qing Ling was stunned and subconsciously flipped her hair: "How did you recognize me?"

——Your sister will not ask my permission with her eyes, she will just sit over.

Gao Yang didn't explain: "Sit down."

Qing Ling sat down next to Gao Yang, moved her body, and patted the sofa: "Well, it looks shabby, but I didn't expect it to be quite comfortable. My sister is very good at picking out things."

Gao Yang pretended to smile relaxedly: "Do you have a problem with me?"

"Can't you find nothing?" Qing Ling asked back.

"Of course." Gao Yang said.

Qing Ling sighed, stopped beating around the bush, and her tone became more serious: "Gao Yang, there's still enough time. You have to take a rest. You can't go on like this."

"I have rest."

"Stop lying. Jiuhan said you haven't slept for many days. He asked my sister to come find you." Qing Ling smiled bitterly: "In the end, this job was left to me."

Gao Yang lowered his eyes.

"Gao Yang." Qing Ling said in a lighter tone: "I can feel that it's not just Zhong He and Suzaku. Is there something else going on?"

Gao Yang paused, as if he had been hit by something.

He didn't tell anyone about Chuxue. Even Wang Zikai didn't know about it yet, he just thought she had left with Bai Lu.

Gao Yang didn't know how to speak at all. He didn't want to mention a word, and he didn't dare to mention it. It seemed that Chu Xue never left...

He didn't understand before why people should deceive themselves. He thought he would be different, but there was no difference at all.

But he can't be Gao Yang at this moment, he must be the leader of the Nine Sis, the captain of everyone.

Chuxue's departure was something he should bear alone, and should not become bad news that made everyone's misfortune worse.

Qing Ling sighed slightly: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. Just tell me, is there anything else?"

Gao Yang was silent for a long time, like a stubborn child who finally admitted his mistake, and nodded slowly.

It's strange that just by acknowledging it, the sadness and self-blame seem to melt away. Although they have not reduced at all, they no longer seem to be so sharp across Gao Yang's chest.

"Not bad." Qing Ling was quite satisfied, "Then let me ask you another question."

Gao Yang didn't speak.

Qing Ling pretended to smile lightly, "Don't be nervous, if you don't answer, I can still dig out your heart, right?"

Gao Yang noticed Qing Ling's temptation, but he didn't reject it.

"You ask."

"Why can't you sleep?" Qing Ling said, "No matter how much you pretend to be worried, you haven't slept for so long. You should take a nap. Besides, don't you know how to meditate? You also have that mental armament."

Gao Yang raised his head, looking tiredly across the swaying bonfire, stepping on the gray sandy beach, and getting lost in the gloomy ocean that did not exist within the magical boundary.

Half a minute passed, just when Qing Ling thought Gao Yang would refuse to answer, he spoke softly.

"Because of fear."

"No, don't let everyone hear what you said. It will shake the morale of the army." Qing Ling still smiled, but her voice was a little softer: "Something that can scare the gods must be very powerful, right?"

Gao Yang was silent for a long time, and then said something that didn't exist at all: "Air fish."

"Air fish?" Qing Ling was stunned.

"They have no shape, or in other words, they are ever-changing. It is difficult for you to see them. They are hidden in the air, and they especially like darkness..."

Gao Yang lowered his head and looked at his hands: "I can see air fishes, many of them, hiding around and swimming around. They are waiting for me to sleep. As soon as I close my eyes and relax my vigilance, they will swim over immediately. Eat me little by little, and when I wake up, there will be nothing left.”

Qing Ling's lips parted slightly. She was surprised to find that she completely understood, so she didn't know how to answer.

She could no longer pretend to be relaxed, and the corners of her eyes were a little bitter.

For some reason, just looking at Gao Yang's thin and pale profile, she wanted to cry.

Qing Ling took a deep breath, pinched her thigh hard, and forced herself to cheer up.

The smile returned to her face. She straightened her body, picked up the pillow next to her, and patted it hard: "Gao Yang, come here, lie down for a while."

"No."

"I tell you to lie down!" Qing Ling had a tough attitude.

"I'm not sleepy." Gao Yang replied.

"Gao Yang, how many people are counting on you for tonight's actions, how many lives are in your hands, even if you are not responsible for yourself, you must be responsible for everyone, right?"

Gao Yang was silent.

Qing Ling put down the pillow and patted it: "Come here, lie down, give it a try, if it doesn't work, forget it."

Gao Yang was no longer nervous, "Thank you."

He turned sideways and rested his head on the pillow.

"Don't turn sideways, face up and the back of your head down." Qing Ling said.

Gao Yang did as he was told, straightening his body and placing his legs on the sofa, just like how he used to sleep - it had been a long time since Gao Yang fell asleep in this position.

"Close your eyes." Qing Ling said.

Gao Yang tried his best to close his eyes, but he didn't expect that one day, it would be so difficult to close his eyes.

"Very good." Qing Ling's voice came to my ears: "I know, as soon as you close your eyes, you will have a lot of thoughts, a lot of pictures, messy, it doesn't matter, just let them appear, just pay a little attention Li, talk to me, we can do it."

"Dual background operation?" Gao Yang said.

"Haha, that's a good metaphor." As soon as Qing Ling finished speaking, Gao Yang felt a cool, soft touch on his temple, which was the tip of Qing Ling's finger. "I'll give you a head massage first." Qing Ling said.

Qing Ling's fingers centered on Gao Yang's temple and spread around, first visiting his forehead and then occupying the center of his brows. He also expressed his opinion from time to time: "How old are you? Your brows are wrinkled, can't you smooth them out a little?"

Qing Ling's tone of voice was relaxed and she didn't stop her fingers: "No, if you continue like this, you will age very quickly. Nasolabial folds, forehead lines, and crow's feet will all turn into small wrinkles before you are 30 years old. The old man is going after Dr. Jia..."

Gao Yang tried to imagine himself like that, it was a bit funny.

"Gao Yang, have you noticed that recently my sister is too lazy to suppress Nana and let her enjoy the second grade?"

"seems like it."

"Want to know the reason?" Qing Ling pretended to be mysterious.

"think."

Qing Ling told Gao Yang about cleaning in the Nigerian laboratory in a relaxed and playful tone.

"Nana is so miserable, she should be compensated well..."

Gao Yang was actually fascinated by what he heard and began to sympathize with Nana.

He didn't realize that the lingering thoughts and images in his mind were slowly moving away.

Within the body, deep-seated fatigue slowly surfaced, like "drowning" mayflies, screaming all the time, and eventually converged into a continuous slight tinnitus.

It turned out that Gao Yang's body was already so exhausted that it could not be forcibly eliminated by relying on talent and energy.

Qing Ling kept talking, while Gao Yang answered in a daze.

After a while, Qing Ling's fingers touched Gao Yang's earlobe and rubbed it gently: "Well, the earlobes are good, not too big, not too small, plump and fleshy..."

"Really..." Gao Yang's voice became softer and softer.

"Earlobes like this are the most blessed, and you will enjoy a blessed life."

Qing Ling said slowly: "My aunt asked the master to see her face. The master said that she suffered so much because her ears didn't grow properly..."

"Um……"

Gao Yang answered unconsciously, his breathing became heavier and his facial muscles relaxed.

Qing Ling's words became fewer and fewer, softer and softer. She raised her right hand slightly, pulled up her long hair, lowered her head, and looked at Gao Yang's face carefully and tenderly.

At that moment, she wanted to steal a kiss from him.

But she won't and can't do this. This will definitely wake up Gao Yang and even make him "embarrassed". This is too willful and selfish.

She could feel that Gao Yang was not asleep yet, and his consciousness was wandering on the edge between waking and dreaming.

At that moment, a picture suddenly appeared in her mind.

In the dark wasteland, a thin lamb had its leg pinched. There was no star or moon in the sky. It was lost. It knelt on the ground, looked around, shivered, and made a "gurgling" sound in the air. The sound of "air fish" came over with the smell of blood. They surrounded him little by little and wanted to eat the injured lamb.

Qing Ling was so worried that she had to do something.

After a few seconds, she sang an old song, one of her favorites.

"Look at the stars,"

"Look how they shine for you,"

"And everything you do,"

"Yeah, they were all Yellow."

"I came along,"

"I wrote a song for you,"

"And all the things you do,"

"And it was called Yellow."

……

In fact, Qing Ling prefers the first version of the translated lyrics, which has a more beautiful artistic conception. Unfortunately, she can't sing it to him now, as it will definitely disturb him.

After the song ended, Gao Yang's breath became longer and his whole body was no longer stiff.

Qing Ling's heart also felt soft and joyful.

In that imaginary story, the timid lamb heard the singing and saw a glimmer of light in front of him. He mustered up his courage and limped hard to run over.

Finally, the lamb saw the safe and warm sheepfold. It got into the wooden fence and lay in the straw pile illuminated by the kerosene lamp. Its body curled up into a ball, its ears drooped, and it licked the wounds on its body. Soon, in that In the warm orange light, he slowly fell into sleep.

The "air fish" in the darkness can only swim outside the sheepfold unwillingly, gradually retreating into the darkness.

The ending of the story is pretty good.

Qing Ling was satisfied and let out a long sigh of relief.

——The working time is over, and now it’s my private time.

Qing Ling was excited and decided to count Gao Yang's left eyelashes again to see if they were an even number or an odd number. She had been curious about this question for a long time.

Suddenly, she froze.

At some point, Gao Yang's eyes were moist, and all the black eyelashes were stuck together, making it impossible to count.

He was clearly asleep, but his eyelids were still trembling slightly. Hot tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes and dripped onto the pillow. Sadness seemed to be connected to a spring.

Qing Ling watched quietly. She wanted to wipe away Gao Yang's tears but was afraid of waking him up.

The girl's hand hung in the air for a long time.

(End of this chapter)