Love from the Male Protagonist's Harem

Wen Xian's bell rang a few times before disappearing.

Chu Yi's voice was soft, and he asked back as if nothing had happened: "What is the wake-up bell?"

Xia Ge: "...it's nothing."

Chu Yi smiled softly: "The dream is not over yet, why is brother so anxious?"——Does brother really want this dream to end soon?

Not at all, no regrets?

Chu Yi covered his eyes with darkness, but his voice was still gentle.

I'm not in a hurry, I just want to get out as soon as possible.

Xia Ge didn't notice the dark thoughts in Chu Yi's heart, but was very pragmatic.

The entrance of Baimeng Cave is a vast sea of ​​clouds that cannot be seen. It seems impossible to get out. Xia Ge thought for a while and picked up Chu Yi: "Let's go to other places to have a look."

But what are the other places, Xia Ge doesn't have a score.

If you go back the same way, you will return to the place where the dragon that was cut into eight petals is, and you will have to walk for a long time. It is estimated that the dragon has recovered most of its injuries, and it will not be good.

Xia Ge sighed inwardly.

This feeling of being confused and confused is really terrible.

Chu Yi asked her to memorize it meekly, and asked very habitually, "Where is brother going?"

Like many, many years ago.

Xia Ge gave a low "hmm", "I don't know where to go either."

Chu Yi was silent for a while, his arms tightened slightly, and his voice was soft, "...Brother can go wherever he wants."

As long as you are there.

—Only you and me, two people.

Where it is, it doesn't matter.

As long as we are with you, the wandering in the ends of the earth is romantic, and the burning of the volcano and purgatory is also warm.

—I cannot forgive you.

—But I can still love you.

Even if it doesn't matter life or death.

Who knew that Xia Ge hadn't taken two steps yet.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up in the sea of ​​clouds outside.

The wind was very strong, Xia Ge staggered twice with Chu Yi on his back, subconsciously looked back, but suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The originally turbulent sea of ​​clouds disappeared, replaced by a vast illusion.

Xia Ge is used to the changes.

Baimeng cave, it's strange that it doesn't change.

It's just that after slowly seeing what it has become, Xia Ge is not so calm.

It was an icy temple, from the layers of cloud and mist, there was a bit of coldness, less than a bowl of moonlight.

Slowly, this ray of moonlight disappeared.

Instead, there was a torrential downpour.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The ragged child hugged his knees and squatted under the eaves of the leaky temple. The dilapidated plaque was crooked, as if it would fall off at some point. The gold letters on it were corroded and blurred. People come to fix it.

Rain Temple.

It is a scene that is familiar to some unfamiliar.

Chu Yi felt that Xia Ge's body was stiff, and she subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

Yes... Chu Yi couldn't see it.

This should be Baimeng Cave, giving her her own memories.

Xia Ge paused for a while, then smiled lightly.

"It's nothing, but this time..." she whispered, "It's brother's turn to dream."

She raised her eyes and looked at the child hugging his knees, squatting under the eaves, staring blankly at the rainwater falling into the puddle.

It's... Xia Wuyin.

It's herself.

"Brother is sad." Chu Yi's voice was soft, next to her ear, "What are you sad about?"

What are you sad about?

The child in the picture stood up slowly. Her black hair was wet and her face was dirty. She couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl. She stood up, and the broken door was pushed open by her, as if she had exerted too much force. But the door was easier to push than she had imagined, she staggered twice, and fell into the Rain Temple, which was leaking everywhere.

Kneeling on the uneven brick floor, she seemed to have no strength. She lay down on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly got up from the ground after a long, long time, but she was still kneeling, looking up at the place where she was placed. In the middle is the goddess of rain.

The Goddess of Rain is wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, holding a clean bottle in one hand and a willow branch in the other. She looks kindly and kindly, but the age is too long, and some places have peeled off, and no one has come to repair it. The golden body looks very beautiful. Mottled, and there is rain leaking from the top of her head, which really confirms her title of Rain Goddess.

Therefore, naturally there is no tribute to steal.

The child stared at her blankly for a while, then slowly, knelt and crawled under the empty altar, curled his body into a ball at the feet of the Goddess of Rain, and slowly closed his eyes.

"...I was thinking." Xia Ge looked at the child who had closed his eyes under the altar, and muttered, "Why was it so difficult to live at that time."

In fact, it turned out that it was not difficult.

It was just really, really sad.

It's like carrying a heavy burden on your back and moving forward with a heavy load.

It seemed painful to live, and she was carrying one's life on her back.

But to live is another redemption, because it is a promise.

Chu Yi paused.

Stretching out his hand, he lightly covered Xia Ge's eyes.

The scene of the Temple of Rain no longer appeared in front of his eyes, and Chu Yi said softly, "It's not difficult."

Xia Ge was silent for a while, then smiled slightly, "Well, it's not difficult."

Slowly lowering her blindfolded hand, she paused, staring at the mottled statue of the Rain God, "Maybe... there really are gods in the nine heavens."

Although it has been a long time.

But that night, the tenderness like a dream, and the table full of tributes when she opened her eyes, were like a gentle gift from the rain god, so that she could still think about it when she was lonely.

Xia Ge took one last look at the phantom of the Temple of Rain, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he saw an unbelievable sight.

Her steps suddenly stopped.

On a gloomy rainy night, a shadow in a black hat appeared.

Thunder and lightning.

After the man came in wearing a black cloak, he gently closed the temple door for the child. The door was pushed open, but he had no strength to close the door, blocking the storm outside.

But the rain in the temple was also splashing down, and he slowly approached the child who was sheltering from the rain under the altar.Kneeling down, plain white hands stretched out from the black cloak, gently stroking her forehead, and brushing away her hair that was stuck together by the rain.

The child slept deeply, and she was so exhausted from traveling and running around that she didn't even have the energy to open her eyes.

--Who are you? !

Xia Ge outside the illusion opened his eyes wide.

The man in the black cloak paused, got up, slowly took out some offerings from his sleeves and put them on the table, then worshiped the God of Rain, finally took the tired child out from under the altar, bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

She found a place that did not leak, held the child and let her snuggle into her arms.

so gentle.

Until the horizon, the white belly gradually lit up.

The man in the cloak paused, as if he was reluctant, but in the end he gently put the child back under the altar, then pushed open the closed door, and left slowly.

The shower outside the door is about to stop, and the warm morning sun is falling from the sky, accompanied by the rainbow-like glow of the sky.

The cloaked man is gone, and everything is just as it was last night.

The child opened his sleepy eyes bewilderedly, and slowly got up, feeling weak all over.She raised her eyes, looked at the sunlight shining through the dilapidated window, and the puddles on the ground reflecting the sunlight, and tilted her head.

Had a very warm dream.

I dreamed of a very warm person.

In the dream, it was raining heavily like last night, but with that person in the dream, it seemed that even the rain was gentle.

What a dream.

——So today, where should I go to find something to eat?

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the reflection in the stagnant water, which was the shadow of the altar table behind her, with steamed buns and various fruits on it.

And the merciful and gentle smile of the rain god.

She turned around stiffly.

It's not a mirage, it's a real tribute.

Although Xia Ge is a materialist.

But that's her in this fucking world.

For the first time, I believed in the existence of gods.