God forbids me to fall in love

"No, Uncle, I can't go..." Moen's face was full of sadness, and his brain was running at high speed, trying to come up with some reasonable excuses to evade this "honor".

Uncle frowned first, then relaxed it in relief, and comforted him loudly: "Hey, Moen, Uncle knows you are an honest and responsible person. I discussed it with your aunt, so you don't have to be afraid! Enjoy and First sight of the goddess, stay pious, the goddess will forgive her people, even though you were born with sin."

There is a clear sense of right and grace in his tone, and Moen has been used to hearing it for many years, so that he will not be brainwashed.

"... Uncle, I already have a god to believe in."

Moen was silent for a while and still chose to confess, but there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him: Speaking out would cause trouble.

"Who?" Uncle was stunned for a moment, and his face immediately became ugly. He hesitated to speak and finally suppressed his urge to exhale the fragrance, and decided to ask the name of the god first, so as not to offend this person during the lecture. a god.

"Vernes." Once he started telling the truth, Moen couldn't continue lying any more.

He lowered his eyes and couldn't help lowering his voice, apologizing to his god in his heart for calling him by his first name.

Uncle's expression was extremely complicated, he sighed, and patted Moen on the head: "Boy, you are too young to lie to Uncle, what's the use of making up a bad name? You are still a psychological burden It’s too heavy, it’s okay, I’ll take you with me that day, so it’s settled. Remember to pray to Goddess Loamina these few days.”

Of course, he has never heard the name of Vernes, this god who is not in charge of things is a blind spot of human cognition.

After speaking, the uncle stared at him, and went back to the house with the money in his pocket.

The aunt gave Moen a sideways look, and added: "I don't know what you're awkward about, are you blaming us for not taking you with you before? You're embarrassing the adults, Moen?"

The couple sang and harmonized to this point, and Moen naturally understood that he seemed to have no chance to struggle.

After all, his uncle's family has been kind to him in nurturing him. Although it is for this illusory reason of "taking a share", he has to obey their arrangement.

Moen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He thought that he had to explain this matter to his dear god in the past few days, and prayed for his forgiveness...

But if I missed the God's Descending Day this time, wouldn't it be three years before we meet next time?

This bad mood lasted for several days, and it didn't get better even when they moved to a bigger house in town.

Moen confides to God every night, but never receives a response.

Apparently the god descended once two months ago, and at that time it was agreed with him that this winter would come...

Could it be that God no longer hears his prayers, or is he unwilling to listen to the "sophistry" of this "hearted man"?

Moen was confused by his guess, but his "performance" was regarded by his uncles as "overwhelmed with joy" and "dizzled by a huge gift".

On the morning of Advent Day, Moen was woken up by Tommy with dark circles under his eyes.

He didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, and knelt on the ground almost half the night, thinking about it.

Tommy roughly pomaded his hair, distasteful of Moen's light brown hair as he did it.

"Please don't act like you haven't seen the world after you go." He handed over a spare bow tie of his own and warned.

Moen didn't even have the strength to respond. As he followed his uncle and Tommy on the road, he felt more and more that his actions were very wrong.

As a person who doesn't believe in Loamina, it's wrong to sneak into other people's temples, not to mention that he is the only believer in his "poor little" god. If even he "defects", the scene will be so sad.

Maybe Vernes didn't listen to his prayers in the following days, and didn't know that he had moved, so he came back to the former small attic, only to find that the building was empty.

The more Moen thought about it, the more he became suffocated. He sat on the carriage that his uncle had rented with a lot of money, and looked at the tall and magnificent temple building in the distance, and the crowds of fanatics pouring in at the gate of the building, tightly He grabbed his palm.

Then, he tensed his muscles, arched his back, stretched his knees, counted silently to three, and jumped off the carriage

"Well……"

Because the carriage was still galloping, his feet suddenly went numb, and he couldn't help letting out a cry of pain.

Moreover, the landing was unstable, causing the hands to rub on the ground and scratch the skin.

Seeing that there were several carriages coming towards this side, Moen scrambled and scrambled to make way for the road.

"Moen?! What are you doing!" Behind the ear came the voice of his uncle roaring, but the voice had gradually weakened.

"He's crazy, Dad, leave him alone! We can't squeeze into the front!" Tom exasperatedly urged the carriage to move on.

Moen gritted his teeth and turned a deaf ear, got up and ran in the opposite direction.

He felt that he was really crazy, how could he make such a wrong judgment.

He shouldn't have come out in the morning, no matter what other means are used to repay the kindness of nurturing, it is good, but how can faith deceive people?

You can deceive people, but you cannot deceive God, and you cannot deceive yourself.

Moen was running at his fastest speed, and there seemed to be a continuous pump in his chest and abdomen, supporting him from falling to the ground due to lack of oxygen due to shortness of breath.

However, physical strength is limited after all, and he soon felt his legs were as weak as soft cotton, and a faint smell of rust appeared in his throat.

Without the support of his tenacious will, Moen might have fallen to the ground.

But he persisted and ran back to the new house, rushing directly into his room amidst his aunt's surprised questioning

No.

Nothing.

Moen only stayed for a second, quickly closed the door and continued to run outside.

He was exhausted, but perhaps the gods were waiting for him in the attic of a small town in the country.

When I think of this, I feel that I can hold on again.

But the distance from the small town to the countryside is too far. He can run home from the temple, but it is impossible to go to the countryside with only his feet.

He kept on walking, rushing out of the gate like a bolt of lightning, while he wondered where to get a carriage.

My aunt's sharp voice was extremely penetrating, and she was still calling his name loudly.

"Auntie, I'm sorry, I'll explain to you when I get back!" Moen replied without looking back, and was about to rush forward.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

His footsteps "stabbed—" and rubbed a white trail on the ground. Moen stopped with difficulty, heard her aunt's scream, and thought about her inconvenient legs and feet, guessing that she might just be in a hurry To stop him and fall to the ground?

Thinking of this, Moen didn't dare not go back and take a look. He quickly turned back and entered the door, but just as he turned his head, he saw a large blinding white light from a window on the first floor, and that was his room.

After standing dumbfounded for a while, Moen ran back to the house one step at a time, and his aunt was tremblingly pointing at the door that leaked white light, her face full of surprise.

Moen tidied up his messy hair, held his breath, opened the door against the white light, and then slammed it shut.

God, still came.

"Dear god Vernes, your believer Moen will always be grateful and praised, and dedicate the rest of his life to you!"

Moen's breathing was still rapid, he simply knelt on the ground, looked at the corners of the holy white robes in front of him, prostrated his head, and was so excited that he was incoherent.

"...why didn't you go to Loamina's temple?"

"……what?"

Moen never imagined that the first sentence God uttered was actually this content.

He raised his head in astonishment, and saw that Vernes' eyes were a little confused, and there was a little confusion between his brows, as if he was asking him, "Why don't you say what you say?"

So God still heard his prayers from the previous days, right?

Moen swallowed, blinked his eyes and looked at the gods, and tried hard to organize his poor language, but his brain stopped functioning and turned into a puddle of paste.

Three 10 minutes ago.

In the temple of Loamina, the god of animal husbandry and harvest, tens of thousands of devout believers crowded shoulder to shoulder, and their faces were filled with excessive enthusiasm.

But the whole temple was very quiet, only the movement of people's clothes rubbing against each other. People kept quiet all the time, because it is an unforgivable sin to disturb a god.

The hanging bell on the dome of the temple rang three times, and everyone closed their eyes in unison, put their hands on their chests, and muttered: "Great Goddess Loamina, please hear my voice, Come to this miserable world. Your believer XXX will always be grateful and praiseful, and will follow your will and dedicate the rest of his life to you..."

As soon as they spoke, the holy figure of a blond and blue-eyed goddess appeared on the high platform of the temple.

Her blond hair came down to her ankles, and she held a handful of ears of wheat in her hands, with a benevolent, stiff smile on her face.

Yes, a stiff smile.

Goddess Loamina looked extremely uncomfortable.

A group of believers opened their eyes excitedly and excitedly, but this time, behind the goddess...

Why is there a strange god? !

Some exclamations sounded in the silent temple. This kind of thing had never happened before. How could two gods come to the temple!Besides their beloved Saturnalia Loamina, who was the other man with platinum-blond hair and godlike beauty?

Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes hung on Vernes' body, but he just frowned slightly, scanned the crowd, let the halo wrap himself, and disappeared into the temple.

And those people who accidentally peeped at him immediately burst into tears.

Goddess Loamina, who had been robbed of the limelight, coughed lightly, and finally attracted the attention of the believers. Finally, this group of people stopped rubbing their stinging eyes and saying, "Who is that god? I want to believe in him." "It's such harsh words.

It's ridiculous to speak wild words in her home court!

Naturally, she didn't understand why the lonely Vilnes came to her temple, maybe his idea was to attract her followers?

Goddess Loamina pretended to be gentle and calm, but she was actually biting her handkerchief in grief and anger.

It has to be said that Vilnes, who is suspected of being "extremely ambitious", made this trip very simple.

It's just because his only believer was praying bitterly, the two words that appeared very frequently

"I had to go to the temple of Goddess Loamina to spend the Sunshine..."

"But I just want to see you."