Love from the Male Protagonist's Harem

The illusion is gone.Instead, there is another misty cloud with no beginning and no end.

Xia Ge stood where he was, looking at the endless sea of ​​clouds, dazed.

Chu Yi's silver butterfly flew up. Although she couldn't see Xia Ge, she could feel the person under her body. His body was here, but his soul was nowhere to be found.

She doesn't like this feeling.

It seems that this person may leave at any time, leave everything behind and leave without any nostalgia.

...That's how it was supposed to be.

Like the wind, it cannot be touched or grasped.

Yet so gentle.

"Can the wind hurt?" Chu Yi thought, "If the wind feels pain, will it stop for a while?"

——I like you so much.

But you can throw it away like a shoe.

Whether the wind will hurt, Chu Yi doesn't know.But Chu Yi knew.

If the wind is gone, she will be in pain.

Xia Ge didn't know what Chu Yi was thinking, she stood where she was, the illusion disappeared, but her thoughts returned to that rainy night in the Rain Temple.

Rain Temple.

It was just one of the countless habitats that she left Nanming Village after Doudou died and wandered all the way.

At that time, she was burdened with Doudou's life and the promise to live on, living numb and painful.

I think it doesn't matter what it looks like.

Just live well.

She doesn't have the ability to become someone else's belief, nor does she want to become anyone's belief.

Xia Wuyin is Xia Wuyin.

Embarrassed, restless, in pain, it's just Xia Wuyin trying to survive.

The gloomy time of wandering, being blinded by people, disgusted, embarrassed, robbing dogs for food, being bitten all over the body, fever, pain, misty feeling that I am going to die, but tenacious, and survived in embarrassment.

In fact, she didn't have to live in such pain and tiredness.Maybe she can do part-time jobs for others, and she can have some money to support herself. She has arms and legs, and she is not stupid, so she can live a decent life.

But, that would be a nightmare.

Only a little pain, a little bitterness, a little tiredness, a little bit of embarrassment, and a little bit of unbearable.

She will never think of the child named Doudou, who lost her eyes and lives because of her.

Why can Doudou live so happily while Doudou died so painfully for her?

Why? !

Will Doudou's soul rest in peace?

No way.

——So, she can't, and she can't.

can survive.

Every day, every minute, every second.

Anyway, please feel a little more pain.

She can take it.

"... Are there any gods in this world?"

The rain was pouring down.

At that time, she was squatting under the eaves of the Temple of Rain, looking at the converging water, and thought in a daze, "If not, Marx can do it, and Engels doesn't care..."

The clouds were so dense that there was no light for ten miles.

"Please tell me, if I survive, why am I so tired..."

She can't see the light.

What should I do if the road I choose is getting darker and darker?

Xia Ge never knew that a person can be so lonely.

So helpless.

Who can save her?Who can give her a little hope?

If it's a god, is it okay?

In the gloomy world, there is no warmth, no direction, only boundless loneliness.

Tired, really tired.

She fell into the temple, looking up at the mottled, unattended gods.

The forgotten god lives in a leaky ruined temple, just like the forgotten self.

The splashing rainwater flowed down the holes in the roof, but the rain god was still smiling.

Xia Ge thought, wouldn't Rain God be sad to be forgotten by the world?

The idol only smiles.

Or, this heavy rain is the tears of the gods?

Xia Ge suddenly didn't understand.

But she didn't have the strength to think anymore, and finally crawled slowly under the altar, which was the driest place.

There was rain falling on the statue, tick tock, accompanied by the rhythm of the rainstorm outside the window, like a lullaby.

That day, she had a dream.

Doudou kissed her forehead, her brows and eyes were gentle.

"...live well."

When she woke up from the dream, what she saw was a table of offerings and the benevolent eyes of the Rain God.

It seems to be a gift from the gods.

"Well... live on."

She muttered to herself, and then wailed loudly at the feet of the Rain God, like a real child who had been greatly wronged.

It's so hard.

so tired.

But after crying.

The sun is coming out.

A new day has begun.

"...It can't be worse than this." Xia Ge choked up, "It can't be worse than this."

"I'll go."

"Xia Wuyin...will not cry anymore."

If Doudou gave her a reason to live, then that night at the Temple of Rain gave her Xia Ge the courage to move on in this world.

after awhile.

Xia Ge finished crying, wiped away tears, swallowed, and took a while.

"If you don't ask yourself, you are stealing." Xia Ge coughed twice, with red eyes, trying to put on a solemn look of worshiping God, "The little thief has no possessions, and his house is bare...that means he is poorer than you. "

"Now I have stolen all your tribute."

"They're mine now."

She reached out to take three steamed buns, and bowed again, "Okay, now, except for these three steamed buns, the rest are all tributes from me, the little thief."

Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha is a matter of course, but it is also too shameless.

Xia Ge came out of the Temple of Rain and took a bite of the steamed bun, which was very sweet and soft.

After the rain, the water and trees are fresh, and several unknown pink flowers bloom brilliantly after the rain.

Xia Ge paused, reached out and picked three flowers, then went back to the temple, and put them on the steamed bun plate that she had taken away.

There were six steamed buns, but she took away three. She put the steamed buns in the shape of a tower, and then put the three flowers on the side of the steamed buns.

The snow-white steamed buns are stacked beautifully, and the light pink flowers are also blooming brilliantly stained with dew.

The rain god above his head is wearing a cape and a bucket, with compassionate eyes and a faint smile on his lips.

"……Thank you."

Xia Ge made one last obeisance, and said in a low voice, "The little thief gave you a table of tribute."

"Xia Wuyinqiong, I will give you three flowers."

Thank you.

At least let her know.

In the future, there is still hope.

Doudou's murmur in the dream is still in my ears.

——"Live well."

It is easy to live, but it is difficult to live well.

But... If Doudou said it, then she will work hard.

Try to let yourself forget the pain, try to let yourself see hope.

Xia Wuyin raised his head, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes, "You are not a forgotten god."

At least, I will always remember you.

When leaving the Temple of Rain, the scenery is bright and the moon is shining, the wanderer is whispering, and the scene is full of sunshine.

Xia Ge murmured, "Doudou..."

Although a bit late.

But if you are still alive.

Xia Ge whispered.

"I'll be your eyes."

Come and see the world.

Xia Ge started wandering aimlessly again, and his life remained the same, begging, grabbing food from others, still in a state of embarrassment.

Just hope in my heart.

There is also a glimmer of light in his eyes.

The days of wandering were hard, Xia Ge passed a small town, and the town was quite prosperous.

Xia Ge begged for a bun.

The food was hard to come by, and I was very hungry. Xia Ge didn't want to be hypocritical at first, and planned to eat it quickly.

However, I couldn't bite down.

She squatted at the entrance of the alley, staring at the buns in a daze.

The snow-white bun has eight bun folds.

...the blood-stained buns.

And beans.

A little bit speechless.

Just as he was in a daze, his hands suddenly became empty, and a black shadow flashed by. By the time Xia Ge came back to his senses, the buns in his hands had long since turned into mirrors.

The palm is empty.

This situation... commonly known as being robbed.

"?!"

Gululu's stomach reminded her that it was time to eat, but the thief who stole the buns was sneaking away quickly——

Although buns are hard to eat, it doesn't mean they will be robbed!

"You stop for me!"

The thief didn't run far, Xia Ge chased after him.

In the bustling town, there were two shadows chasing after each other. Xia Ge was not running fast, and his body was a little weak after not eating well. In the blink of an eye, the little thief disappeared.

Although he didn't catch up, Xia Ge's eyes were sharp, and he could clearly see that he was wearing dirty black clothes, and he was 1.5 meters six, and his appearance was a bit unclear...

"……Depend on."

Xia Ge took a breath, wiped off his sweat, looked around, and found that he had turned to a strange alley.

But... Anyway, wherever she goes, it is strange to her.

Just eat the buns if you ask for it, hypocritical, hypocritical, hypocritical ass.

Now that the buns have been robbed, there is no room for hypocrisy.

Xia Ge squatted for a while depressed, and for a while felt that she couldn't sit still like this. She stood up with the help of the wall, and with a glimmer of hope that "maybe I can find the little thief", she walked for a while along the path that the thief had walked before. Turning the corner, I saw a young boy squatting on the ground, wearing dirty black clothes, holding a bun in a daze.

What the hell! ?

The god of rain is above, the sky has eyes!

Xia Ge's eyes widened, and he threw himself on the boy, punching him in the face——

"Hey! Smelly shameless! Give me back my bun!!"

"Oh!"

After finally imitating the words of the old beggar and the little beggar who begged for a steamed stuffed bun, Young Master Ye Ze was punched as soon as he raised his head. Before he recovered, his hand was empty and the steamed bun was gone .

On the opposite side, a little beggar who couldn't tell if he was a man or a woman didn't give up after beating him, holding the bun in one hand, and grabbing his collar with the other, with a grim expression on his face, "Stinky little thief, you dare to snatch my bun, the uncle is here today!" Teach you to be a man!"

Who stole your steamed stuffed bun! ?

——You fucking snatched my steamed stuffed bun and you still want to teach me how to be a man? !

The mud bodhisattva also got angry. Even though he had been wandering for a long time and was hungry all day long, the young master Ye Ze had never seen such a brazen person. I!"

Xia Ge was pissed off when her steamed stuffed bun was robbed, and wanted to hit someone a long time ago. Seeing that the boy in front of him stole her steamed stuffed bun and refused to admit it, he smiled sinisterly, "Your? Do you still have the face to say it's yours? This is mine!! Eight steamed stuffed buns! I counted them clearly—OK, you say yours, do you call it what it should be?”

Ye Ze was furious: "The eight buns are yours?! There are so many buns with eight folds in the world that belong to you?! You shouldn't fucking call it!"

Xia Ge took a quick bite, holding the chipped bun proudly, brazenly said, "Now!"

Just want to piss off this steamed stuffed bun thief!

Seeing that the results of his day's hard work were ruined by this brat, Ye Ze's eyes turned red, and he punched him hard, "You bastard!"

Xia Ge laughed angrily.

Snatching buns, is it reasonable to beat someone? !

If I don’t want this steamed stuffed bun, I have to teach you to be a good person!