【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

These days, a notice has been circulated among the students of the Teaching Academy——

If there's nothing wrong, don't bother Ah Mao-san.

This notice was posted in an inconspicuous corner like a prank. There were probably a few students of the Intellectualism School practicing on it. This sentence was also written on the side in several different languages. If If someone stops to translate it carefully, they will find that one of the sentences is:

It's best not to bother him if something happens.

Hey, did you ask who Ah Mao is?

Well, let’s just call it a little legend of the Cause Theory School during this period.

After all, this person had published several professional papers in the professional field before joining the Order Academy. He was specially recruited to the Order Academy. Some tutors spoke highly of him, saying that his perspective on history was very novel and his insights were very novel. Mature enough, all in all, he was a rare and good talent. Therefore, in the Academy of Teaching, which was divided into academic levels, the character "Amao" was spread to be a god for a while, and he was once promoted to the altar.

The last person to receive such treatment was the current acting great sage, Elhaysen.

Returning to the topic, why is there such a notice circulating in the current Ecclesiastical Order——

The main reason is that recently, Ah Mao has had a... "Don't mess with me" atmosphere.

Although he had this kind of aura before, who in the teaching council could not see that Ah Mao was an enthusiastic citizen with a foul face but actually good looks?

Just now...

It can only be said that Ah Mao's quality is unknown, but he seems to be a person with a bottom line?

For example, if you can use modal particles to curse someone, you will never say the second word; if you can use yin and yang to end it, you will never say a dirty word.

As for why - it's not like no one has studied it. After all, in the Cause Theory School, this is also considered the category of "sociology"; someone with some influence and distinctive personality like A Mao can also be considered a topic.

But in the end, the results of their research——

It cannot be said, it cannot be said.

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In the night, the wanderer walked alone with his hat on his back.

If nothing else happens, all tasks will be completed after tomorrow.

Standing at the door, the next step should be to open the door calmly, but the wanderer's eyes couldn't help but wander to the silent mailbox.

Just looking around.

The wanderer opened the mailbox with an indifferent expression, and then the calm expression on his face broke for a while, and then he slammed the door of the mailbox as if nothing had happened, making a big noise.

I don't really care whether I received any letters.

Checking your mailbox five, six, seven or eight times a day is just out of boredom.

Don't care at all.

Not at all.

a little.

Just a little bit.

Anyway, he was definitely not thinking about what someone was doing now, who he was with, or whether she was missing him as much as he missed her.

No, he was not thinking about her. He was as busy as the savior lady.

In fact, not needing sleep is not such a good thing. After all, when we miss each other to the extreme, some people can still meet each other in dreams.

The wanderer frowned and entered the house. When he closed the door behind him, his eyes involuntarily glanced up and saw the bright and dazzling moon.

moon.

Something seemed to hit him violently in his chest, and the wanderer subconsciously covered his chest, but the silence under his palms made him doubt that the strange throbbing just now was just his imagination.

it's wired.

The wanderer suddenly thought about a question——

Do people without a heart really understand what love is?

No, he wasn't even a person.

Does something like him really have the function of "love"?

This kind of thinking made the wanderer feel an extremely nihilistic fear, as if the thing he was holding tightly in his hands was melting into the sand at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye. He could only watch the thing go away, but his hands I can only hold it helplessly, unable to bear to open it, but holding it tightly won't change anything.

What strange emotions were rushing around in his empty chest, making his originally shallow and negligible breathing become heavy, and then bypassing his reason and sweeping into his brain.

The palms of my hands seemed to be getting hot, causing an unbearable itch - I really wanted to catch something -

He was sure that he hadn't had such a strong desire for a long time - he couldn't even tell what he was longing for, because those longings were hidden in those trivial lives, in those scattered things called "memories" Among the fragments, in the names that belong only to the two of them and in the charming and fierce kisses that span time.

He could only confirm one thing——

Those intricate desires are like a map of his inner kingdom. Those roads, flat, bumpy, broad, rugged, all intertwined roads - all lead to only one destination. .

His love, his wish, his wooden lady, his - his moon.

At this moment, as long as the wanderer is a weak-willed person, he may take advantage of the night to embrace his moon before dawn regardless.

It's been too long, too long apart.

Although this separation time is put into his long and boring life, it is not longer than the blink of an eye.

I don't know why, but under the interference of this emotion, the wanderer felt tired, nestled in the corner of the bed, and fell asleep deeply.

Is seeing someone you miss in a dream a gift or a form of torture?

Some people say that dreaming about someone is because their thoughts are on the same frequency; others say that dreaming about someone is because the other person’s memories of you are escaping, and in the end they can only come to settle in your world.

Should I be immersed in the fleeting and long, fragile and certain happiness in the dream; or should I pull myself out of the dream and face the reality and illusion without that person.

The Rangers didn't make a choice.

He chooses to accept everything as ordered - as long as that person brings him feelings, he will choose to accept everything as ordered.

There seems to be some strange feeling on the temples.

The wanderer stretched out his hand and slowly pressed it against his skin.

A little sticky, a little cold.

...It's a tear stain.

Did you cry in your dream again?

What did you dream about? He has lost some of his memory,

After all, a dream is like the last red leaf on the treetops in late autumn. Its gorgeous and beautiful mission is completed as early as when it breaks away from the branches and hovers in the air and in the wind.

When you wake up from the dream, when the red leaf is no longer among the pile of scorched fallen leaves, after that, if you want to recall it, you can only remember those few swaying moments.

But that kind of shock remains in the spirit, even in the body, and then penetrates deeply into the soul.

The Wanderer doesn’t remember the content.

He only remembered that he missed her so much.