The vehicle's headlights cut through the thick fog of the night, like sharp blades of light streaking across the face.
Jellyfish only have photosensitive eyespots and can only feel light, but they know that their owner's breath is getting closer and closer.
He thought he was experiencing hallucinations when he was at his most depressed.
As the door opened, her aura appeared on the beach, approaching him step by step, followed by similar creatures covered in low air pressure.
The jellyfish knew that the creature was unhappy, but only its owner was left in his world.
She has come back?
Why is she back?
Doesn’t she want him anymore?
The young man froze in the water, his wet hair sticking to his cheek, and his indigo eyes were full of confusion and the surprise of being lost and found.
Fear is a dream.
Tang Rou faced the wind, her jet-black hair flying messily, pursed her lips, and walked towards the place where the reef was just now.
She couldn't see clearly, but she knew that Yue must not have left.
She and Sea Bunny ransacked the outdoor sports store next to the mall, took tents and sleeping bags, and planned to set up a tent on the beach.
Tang Rou didn't want to leave. If she was so worried, why would she let him go into the sea?
She had long been trapped in an out-of-control whirlpool. She was originally intended to support the Hotdam special formation to investigate and eliminate the filers' case, but what she saw along the way was beyond her comprehension.
The sea water was cold and rushed up to her calves. Tang Rou jumped onto the rock in a few steps and stretched out her hand. The young man had raised his upper body and floated out, his indigo eyes filled with water.
Countless slender silver-white threads were connected to his body and hung down into the deep sea. Each one was attached with terrifying toxins that could kill all living creatures in the nearby sea area.
Tang Rou put on rubber gloves, touched the boy's innocent forehead, combed the wet silver-white hair, pressed her shoulders tightly, "Get down, don't come up."
The young man carefully put his hands behind his back and gathered up the silk threads, like a beautiful puppet whose wind was taken out, looking up at her blankly from bottom to top.
He was happy, surprised, a little dazed and confused in front of the sudden joy, not knowing whether it was true or false.
"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Tang Rou said with a touch of pity in her tone, "You are still injured when you return to the water."
The young man was intoxicated by such a touch and wished she could touch him more.
It's true, even through a layer of rubber gloves.
The owner was a short distance away and touched his forehead.
"Thank you, Xiaoyue, I'm sorry."
A soft breath poured down, filled with pity and guilt.
Even though he was sad before, he forgave her the moment she looked back.
The young man shook his head, a slight dimple appeared on the corner of his lips.
Very happy.
Tang Rou was lying on the rock, very close to him. She looked at him with blurred eyes for a while, and then suddenly said, "Your eyes..."
The young man was startled and lowered his head.
She continued, "It's beautiful."
Like an endless sea.
The sight can't reach the actual place, ice, blue, soft.
The shimmering light allowed her to miraculously see clearly with her cloudy eyes at a certain moment. Looking at him, she seemed to be sucked into a magnificent indigo vortex.
It was so beautiful that it made her heart palpitate, and it was so beautiful that it made her heart ache.
The young man remained motionless, slowly digesting the meaning of her words. Small drops of water oozed from his forehead, and his shoulders shrank down.
Tang Rou smiled, pulled the side of his face, and gently rubbed the small piece of delicate and smooth skin on his forehead with her thumb.
"Have a good rest in the sea, I'll be here with you, don't be afraid."
The head was the only non-toxic part of his body, and it was also the place she dared to touch with confidence.
The young man was disturbed by the touch on his forehead and felt a little dizzy.
Could it be that he is sick?
He had no strength at all, the feeling was unfamiliar, and he was a little impulsive, feeling her in a daze.
The owner smiled at him against the colorful neon lights of the city. These eyes were clearly invisible, but he felt it, from the curve of the corner of her mouth to the hair that was blown by the wind by her ears.
Saw it all.
With a splash, the boy leaned out most of his body from the water, his pale arms clasped on the uneven rocks.
Before Tang Rou could react, she leaned over and felt a cold, watery touch on her cheek, very close to her lips.
Tang Rou was stunned for a moment. The soft, jelly-like touch was fleeting.
The young man fell back into the water without saying a word, turned around and swam in the distance. After a few meters, he plunged into the sea.
To cool down.
He blinked, closed it, covered his face and sank into the water.
Too nervous.
I didn't even have time to feel it.
Tang Rou didn't know what the jellyfish was thinking about as she was so embarrassed that she was about to sink to the bottom of her body. She touched her cheek in a daze.
a kiss.
The wrist was grabbed.
Turning around, he met Lucifer's obscure eyes.
He looked at her silently, with a complex emotional storm brewing in his eyes.
The thin lips were pursed into a straight line, suppressing some kind of low pressure.
After a long time, he touched her hair, pulled her up from the rock, and held her in his arms like a child.
Tang Rou subconsciously resisted, but Sea Rabbit said, "Rou, don't touch the water, the water may be poisonous."
She knew that the water was most likely not poisonous.
But for some reason, he felt that he needed to be comforted.
Like the moon, it needs to be comforted.
She didn't speak, and her thoughts began to become confused again, so she quietly let Lucifer carry her back to the beach.
Unknowingly, the young man grew taller and taller than her. She would often talk to him and even look up at him.
When did they grow up? How come they suddenly transformed from green and immature cubs in a glass dish into adults with perfect humanoid forms?
She was placed on a soft cushion, an inflatable bed that had just been taken out from an outdoor store.
The young man turned his back to her, reached out and dug the ground nails of the tent deeply into the soil, turned on the warm night light, and hung it on the corner of the tent.
Tang Rou looked at his thin back.
The young man had slender and straight bones and skin as pale as milk. He used his hands that had never done any physical work to set up a tent, an inflatable bed, and set up a wide rainproof canopy, setting up everything needed for camping.
Somewhat lost in thought.
When did it become so reliable?
In my memory, he still loves to cry and act coquettishly.
Tang Rou didn't know that Sea Bunny wouldn't show her vulnerable side in front of people other than her, let alone cry in front of others.
Only her.
She opened her eyes and saw the human world. Her eyes were full of love and she spoke comforting words to him in a language he couldn't understand.
He can be a crybaby in front of her.
Because the owner will feel sorry for him.
When he gets hurt outside, he doesn't even feel pain because it's so common.
Pain is the most common feeling that the experimental subjects captured by these biological bases have experienced.
Only when you are hurt in front of the owner will you feel aggrieved.
This is different.
He installed the last windproof nail, opened the curtain and walked in.
His tall figure gave him a sense of oppression, blocking most of the light from the night light.
Tang Rou looked up at him and felt the boy squatting on one knee in front of her, with his arms on both sides of her body, forming a small closed circle.
Asked softly, "Rou, do you like me?"
"Of course." Tang Rou said frankly, "I like it."
The young man blinked, lowered his head, and put his fair cheek against her knees. He lay on her knees just like he had done in the laboratory, rubbed her hands with nostalgia, and closed his eyes.
Whispered, "I like Rou too."
It's just that it's not the same kind of love as hers.
A long time ago, Aslan and Tang Rou had a dispute.
In the office, Tang Rou's only friend since childhood once said worriedly and angrily, "Xiaorou, I'm not saying you have a mental problem, but you have emotional cognitive impairment, there is no doubt about it."
Tang Rou immediately retorted, "I'm fine, I don't think there's anything wrong with me."
"But you have no friends except me, you have no parents and no family, and you place too much attention and emotion on these experimental subjects that should be devoted to the same kind...Rou, I don't mean to accuse, but I think you don't know
What are you doing."
Asselan's tone was concerned, like an eldest sister persuading her younger sister, "I asked you to see a psychiatrist because I think you have a knot in your heart, you lack a sense of security, and you also lack love and care."
After she left, the owner sat on the sofa for a long time.
He lowered his head and said nothing.
Tang Rou's emotional understanding is ignorant and jerky.
She missed so much in her growth that she didn't even know what love was.
Lucifer raised his head, looked into those gray eyes, and asked warmly, "Are you sleepy?"
She nodded.
"Then rest."
The identities are reversed.
Sea Bunny became the one to take care of her, helped her lie down on the inflatable bed, and covered her with a blanket.
People say that heterogeneous creatures do not understand love, because love is unique to social animals. They are born lonely and enjoy loneliness, and have no so-called tenderness.
But similarly, Tang Rou is not a person who understands love.
In a sense, they are a mirror to her.
She doesn't know what love is, let alone how to love others. She regards her caring behavior as a kind of love, and treats them as her missing family members. She deceives herself and others and puts some of the expectations she longed for but lacked in her growth on them.
.
But what they want is not family affection.
Lucifer raised his hand, tucked the broken hair on her forehead behind her ears, and said to himself, "My liking for Rou is not what Rou thinks."