God forbids me to fall in love

……

"Moen."

Suddenly hearing someone calling his name, Moen opened his eyelids with difficulty.

His whole body was soaked, his cheeks were bruised, and even his eyelashes were covered with frost.

The clothes were frozen hard in the extremely low temperature, and they had already lost the function of keeping out the cold that they should have.

A suffocating feeling came, and Moen coughed out some river water from his chest and abdomen, then subconsciously raised his hand to wipe off the dirty water at the corner of his mouth, and his weak breathing finally became a little smoother.

The last consciousness clearly stopped in the river flooded from the sky, he struggled hard, but sank deeper and deeper, a landlubber who could not swim at all finally drowned under the river and lake that separated the mainland.

The matter started from the forced separation from my uncle's family yesterday.

The vagrants from the north suddenly launched a war. Their warriors were accustomed to the ice and snow, and they were still full of fighting power in this bad weather. In a flash, they were like locusts crossing the border, sweeping the land where Moen and the others lived in burning, killing and looting.

Moen fled to the river and lake with his uncle's family. Many people cut through the thin ice and tried to swim to the other end of the mainland by rowing a ferry.

However, the last boat had a problem with the crew. In order not to drag everyone into a stalemate, Moen had to part with his uncle's family and retreated out by himself.

Unexpectedly, before they separated for a long time, the soldiers behind had already shown signs of catching up. Moen had no choice but to jump under the icy lake. Obedient, gradually sinking in the water.

Moen had a splitting headache, he covered his head, and slowly sat up from the big rock he was lying on, and sneezed, causing his whole brain to buzz and vibrate.

"Moen."

Who is calling him?

He raised his head blankly, but found that the world in front of him was somewhat mysterious.

The sky turned out to be light pink, and there were jubilant seahorses floating in the sky.The sun is replaced by a huge apple, and the surrounding trees are all illusory appearances drawn by brush lines.

Such an unreal environment seemed like he was dreaming.

And in front of him stood a red-haired woman with a noble appearance and a beautiful but slightly sad face.

"Moen, I'm Narovella, the Goddess of Dreams." She spoke again.

"..." Moen still covered his aching head, staring blankly at the woman who claimed to be a god, and didn't answer, and didn't know how to answer.

"Sorry, I have to meet you in this way. Please remember what I say next." She frowned and opened her lips and said, "Your god Vernes was removed from the kingdom of heaven because of you." Expulsion. If you are willing to send him back to the kingdom of heaven, please remember that when he comes to you, take him across the Yongdu River, climb the Liefeng Mountain, and climb the nine thousand floors of the Migratory Bird Stairs..."

"Do you remember?" She spoke very fast the whole time, as if she was afraid of being discovered by others, "If you remember, I will send you out right now."

After finishing speaking, she looked up at the sky, the apple sun in the sky was half rotten, she looked terrified, and murmured, "It's time to wake up from the dream."

Then he came over and pointed Moen's eyebrows with his finger.

Moen absorbed the information in the whole process of confusion and shock, but he didn't know whether it was really being pointed out by the goddess, or it was his own hallucination before death.

If this dream is true, isn't it true that his gods were expelled because of him?

Why……

Moen's eyelids gradually became too heavy to support. He vaguely glimpsed the sky being broken, and seahorses falling into the center of the lake.

In the end, he closed his eyes irresistibly, and lost consciousness under the full of bewilderment.

……

"Hey, you're awake? How's it going? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

A head leaned in front of Fang Yue, and chirped: "Yes, great hero, your heroic deeds have spread throughout our courtyard! Wait for the announcement to praise you."

Fang Yue was stunned for a while, and recognized Huang Xiuqi's familiar face in front of him.

"...why are you so stupid?" Huang Xiuqi looked at him for a while, scratched his head, his two eyebrows twitched together, "I should call the doctor to show you, is there any other problem besides hypoglycemia? Look at your little face is too pale."

Fang Yue remained silent.

Huang Xiuqi muttered helplessly: "No, brother, just say something, I'm in a panic when you're like this! There will be media coming to interview you later, so what if you're stupid."

Fang Yue slowly looked around the current environment. In the single ward, the hanging bottle on his head was connected to the blood vessel in his right hand. The feeling of dripping cold liquid pouring into his body was so clear and real.

The injury he suffered in the art gallery has been bandaged. Although it was a minor injury, due to his bizarre dizziness and status as a "hero", the hospital arranged for him to recuperate in the ward.

"...Xiu Qi, what time is it?" He asked after being silent for a long time.

"It's four or five o'clock in the afternoon. Are you hungry? I'll go to the cafeteria and get you something to eat?"

It turned out that only two hours had passed.

Fang Yue looked up to see that the bottle had just reached a quarter of the liquid, and stopped talking twice, but still couldn't help asking his friend for help: "No, but, can you go back to school and bring me a copy?" The book? It’s on the table in my dormitory, with a platinum cover and no fonts, so it’s easy to identify.”

The school is very close to the hospital where he is now, and there are two bus stops, so Fang Yue can't wait for a moment, so he entrusts a friend to bring the book.

He wanted to read that book so badly.

He can no longer tell whether he is dreaming of butterflies in Zhuang Zhou, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

Why did he dream about the contents of the book?And created a Moen identity for himself?

Fang Yue couldn't forget what he saw while flipping through the pages in the library on Saturday afternoon.

Those gods, those settings of the gods descending from the sun and the power of faith are exactly the world view in the unbelievably realistic dream he just had.

There were waves of chills on his back, Fang Yue restrained his fingertips from trembling, but he was thinking in his heart, how could it be a dream.

What dream is so long and real, vivid and specific?Two hours passed in reality, but it took half a year for him.

Could it be that those who believe in the "No. 1 civilization myth" also have such a similar experience before they truly believe it?

After Huang Xiuqi left, Fang Yue leaned against the head of the bed quietly, listening to the sound of rain from the window, closed his eyes and meditated.

He closed his eyes, trying to recall the faces of the gods, especially his "Guardian Spirit" - the god he believed in in the dream, Vernes.

But in any case, the brain is blank.

"Dong dong."

Huang Xiuqi was asked to reject the so-called media interview just now. No one should have disturbed him at this time, but Fang Yue heard a knock on the door.

"...Please come in."

Still in a state of confusion, he thought it was a medical staff coming in to investigate, but the door was opened, and an absolutely unexpected figure appeared

Tall and slender figure, unique dignified temperament, dark pupils, tall nose bridge and cat-like lip shape...

The only thing that is slightly different is the pair of smiling eyes, which shouldn't appear on that gloomy and cold face.

Why is Meng Weiyi here again? !

And what he holds in his hand...

Fang Yue lost his voice, and his eyes drifted to Meng Weiyi's bouquet of red roses wrapped in black bronzing paper.

There were countless of them, but it was the largest bouquet Fang Yue had ever seen, much more spectacular than the bouquets held in the arms of the group of professing boys he saw passing by the girls' dormitory.

What's more, those petals are so delicate and beautiful, the red is extraordinarily glaring, as if they were picked just now, they are very fresh, and if you look closely, you can still find bits and pieces of clearness on them.

but……

How can anyone send red roses when they visit patients in the hospital? !

"Are you okay?" Meng Weiyi slightly opened his lips and walked slowly towards the bed.

Fang Yue didn't know why he felt a burst of fear. Under the approach of the other party, he was like a caged hamster stared at by a big cat, and the hairs all over his body were about to explode.

But different from his physical reaction, his heart was jumping for joy, the deer bumping wildly...

All the tangled dreams were left behind, and the whole body's senses were focused on the tension and bewilderment of meeting the sweetheart.

It has to be said that his feelings for Meng Weiyi are a bit complicated.

"You, why are you here?" Fang Yue suddenly felt his throat was extremely dry. He blinked at a high speed, grabbed the cup on the bedside table and took a big sip of water to hide his bewilderment.

However, this water was hot water that Huang Xiuqi had just brought him from the hot water machine. As soon as the water entered his mouth, Fang Yue almost threw the cup out. The tip of the tongue sticks out to relieve the burning pain.

The cup was roughly placed back on the table, and a lot of steaming hot water overflowed.

Fang Yue was embarrassed and couldn't help but thankful that he didn't swallow it, otherwise, if he drank the hundred-degree boiling water, his stomach might be burned through a hole.

"Why are you so careless?"

Meng Weiyi stepped forward very familiarly, threw the bouquet in his hand onto a chair beside him, and even reached out to hold Fang Yue's head, and gently wiped the water stains on his neck.

Fang Yue felt those jade-like hands supporting his chin, and his whole head turned into a stiff stone. He could only smell the faint fragrance from the other party's body, and he couldn't even say a word of refusal.

"...I'm back! The speed is fast, the master takes a taxi back and forth, the starting fee is..."

The door was opened suddenly, and Huang Xiuqi came in while promoting his secrets of being so fast, but he got stuck when he turned around and saw this "unconscionable" scene in the ward.

He stood there without moving, with his schoolbag hanging on his elbow, and his hands, which were clumsily holding the dripping umbrella, were also motionless now.

The expression on his face was very silly, and he didn't close his mouth for a long time.

"You, you..." Huang Xiuqi spoke with a trembling voice, as if he had "caught Fang Yue in bed" in shock.

"I, shall I go out first?"

Fang Yue quickly raised his head and got out of Meng Weiyi's "control", and moved back with a blushing face.

"No! No, you misunderstood!" He hurriedly stopped Huang Xiuqi's posture of rushing forward and then ready to withdraw at any time.

What Fang Yue didn't know was that from Huang Xiuqi's perspective, the scene he saw just now was as if Meng Weiyi was hugging his shoulders affectionately, pulling at his collarbone with one hand, and at the same time pinching his chin to kiss him ...

And Fang Yue also looked like a very cooperative little daughter-in-law, blushing in embarrassment and wanting to refuse.

As soon as Meng Wei stopped his movements and straightened up, he glanced at Huang Xiuqi lightly, then stretched out his hand to stroke Fang Yue's hair, and said, "Take a good rest, I'm leaving first."

Fang Yue nodded immediately, saw the other party chuckled, turned and left.

Meng Weiyi left empty-handed, and it was the same when he came, bringing nothing but a bouquet of roses.

Fang Yue looked at the other party's dry back and elegant back of his head thoughtfully, waited for a few more minutes after the person walked out of the room, and then asked the dumbfounded Huang Xiuqi: "When you came in, did you see Are there more umbrellas on the shelf in the corridor?"

"……No."

"Oh." Fang Yue nodded in response, and could only tell himself that maybe Meng Wei left an umbrella on the first floor of the inpatient department.

Otherwise, how can we explain that people who are empty-handed on a rainy day are not wet by the rain at all?