God forbids me to fall in love

"...How did Meng Weiyi come? When did you become so familiar with him?"

Huang Xiuqi hesitated many times before he could speak, and walked to Fang Yue's bedside with his schoolbag, with a complicated expression on his face, "You still remember, I told you that this person is not very, not very... er, friendly."

He thought about the words for a long time, and he could barely say "friendly".

Fang Yue smiled helplessly, could only suppress the throbbing in his heart, raised his hand to touch his nose, and replied seriously: "I'm not familiar, I'm really not familiar, and I've only met twice. I don't know why he always can catch me."

It's not like he's lying.

It is true that I have only seen it twice, but the magnetic field between them is a bit weird.

"What do you mean?" Huang Xiuqi's face wrinkled, mobilizing his entire facial expression to convey his confusion.

"Did the news of my hospitalization spread all over the school? How did Meng Weiyi find it?" Fang Yue didn't mention the "encounter" in the library last time, but he was very concerned about it.

"No, the counselor sent me a separate message asking me to take care of you. Others probably don't know about it. But this is not confidential information. Maybe he just watched the live news of your rescue and found out that the rescue The name of the hospital was written on the car and you came after him?" Huang Xiuqi scratched his chin with one hand, while assuming, "As for the room number, maybe he asked someone after he came here? It's impossible, he followed you..."

As he spoke, his complexion became serious, and he was about to lift up the chair at the end of the bed to sit down and talk in detail, when he happened to find the extremely conspicuous bouquet of roses on it.

Huang Xiuqi: "..."

Fang Yue: "...It's not what you think."

Just by looking at the expression on Huang Xiuqi's face, he could understand what his brain was making up.

But don't blame him, normal people will always think of things like pursuit and confession when they see roses.

Not to mention that there was an exquisite greeting card inserted in the bouquet, with the words "Iloveyou" printed on it in bright English cursive characters.

"Put it on the ground first." Fang Yue was depressed for a moment, not knowing what to do with the tricky bouquet.

In fact, he faintly felt that maybe Meng Weiyi also liked him.

But for the time being, he didn't want to face this possibility, and instinctively wanted to escape for a while.

At this time, he also remembered the real important thing, and quickly said: "Wait, don't talk about him for now, you brought my book, can you give me a look first?"

Fang Yue couldn't wait to check the contents inside. Some parts he hadn't had time to see were completed into a complete world in his dream. Does the content match?

"You are really endless in life and learning." Huang Xiuqi sighed.

He opened his schoolbag and handed over the book. Before his butt was warm, he stood up again and said, "I'll go down and get you some food now, and ring the bell if you need anything."

Fang Yue thanked him, and watched the other party leave the ward again, then took a deep breath silently, and touched the cover of the book.

Due to the infusion, his palms were cold, coupled with the complex tension in his heart, the dexterity of his fingers was declining, and he clumsily performed the simple operation of turning the first page of the book. Failed several times.

Before he had time to systematically turn the book from beginning to end, what he saw before was only the content that jumped in the middle. This time, he planned to read it from the beginning word by word.

Fang Yue opened the first page, and saw a large blank space.

It may be to exaggerate the high-end atmosphere in the typesetting, only three lines of small italic characters are printed in the middle of the page.

He independently translated word by word, but after reading the first line, he couldn't help shrinking his hands, and his heart beat extremely fast.

The finger holding the page moved away, and the book of myths closed again.

And Fang Yue was still in shock, because what he saw seemed familiar.

it says

"First, gods have seven emotions and six desires."

Fang Yue forced himself to calm down, opened the book again, fixed his panicked eyes on those few lines of cold typeface.

"Second, God is not omnipotent."

This is a mythical novel, perhaps the author narrates the world view of this article at the beginning, setting the setting in the imagination of God.

Fang Yue told himself this in his heart, but his head was buzzing.

He encountered things that science could not explain.

Obviously it was the first time to read this first page, but he had been exposed to these contents in the very real and long dream that just ended.

At that time, his reading was interrupted on the content of the third article.

Fang Yue's eyelashes trembled, he opened his mouth to relieve the breath he unconsciously held due to nervousness, and moved his fingers to the third line of small characters.

His eyesight was very good, but at this moment he felt that the line of writing was so blurry.

But he still saw it clearly.

"third……"

Fang Yue's eyeballs suddenly felt a stabbing pain, as if being pricked by a long needle, he squinted his eyes and blinked a tear of physical pain.

Then came bursts of dizziness and dizziness.

He didn't close his eyes, but it was pitch black all around, and he didn't even know when he fell down.

……

"I made sweet and sour eggplant and tomato scrambled eggs for you. If it's not enough, I'll add more... I'll go, and I'm going to sleep now?" Huang Xiuqi walked to the bed with the boxed lunch, and found that the sick classmate was peacefully smiling with his eyes closed. Lie down, breathing smoothly, chest rising and falling evenly, already entering a state of deep sleep.

"Why do you still have the instant sleep skill?" Huang Xiuqi muttered in a low voice. He put the lunch box back on the table, hesitating whether to wake up the person and eat first.

In the end, it was decided to let Fang Yue, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, sleep for 10 minutes more, and the meal would be cold.

He curled his lips, and reluctantly took down the open book from Fang Yue's hand, glanced casually, and just happened to see a line of writing.

He was also a top student, of course he translated it all at once, but he didn't expect Fang Yue to be interested in this kind of theological novel.

The content of that line of fine print is

"Third, God does not love the world."

……

Moen coughed twice and spit out a few mouthfuls of river water.

As soon as he opened his eyelids, he was dazzled by the dazzling sunlight and quickly closed them.

After a while, he twisted his half body, got up from the ground with difficulty, and looked at the surrounding environment.

He was lying on the rocks on the shore, the snowflakes under his body were compacted and frozen hard.

Although the sun is shining brightly now, the snowflakes have no tendency to melt.

Moen was a little dazed, but under the effect of the cold, he quickly regained consciousness.

He still remembered that when he saw the torches that symbolized the homeless people approaching at night, he jumped into the river and lake to hide in desperation.

I thought it was quick wit, but unexpectedly it was the courage of a reckless man.

After all, he, a person with no water skills, gradually sank in the lake.

But now, he was rescued.

After all, it wasn't that when I lost consciousness, my body burst out with amazing potential to save myself. Could it be that those vague memories in my mind are real?

Moen stared blankly at the sky. He seemed to vaguely remember that he met Narovella, the God of Dreams, in a strange world where apples were shining in the sky.

And that goddess also said something earth-shattering.

Is all this his imagination, or is it real?

There seemed to be no traces of Northland homeless people around, Moen wiped his icy hair and knelt on the ground with a "bang".

"Dear god Vernes."

As he spoke, his voice became hoarse.

I don't know why, when he usually prays, he always has a sense of security in his heart, but now...

"If you can still hear my prayer, can you give me another answering stone?"

He could only put his hands together and pray humbly, but there was no sound, only the cold winter wind picked up the snowflakes on the surface and slapped him mercilessly on the face.

"I don't need you to keep me safe in the war, and I don't need you to keep me warm in the wind and snow. Please give me a response, please." Moen's mouth was dry and chapped, and he pursed his lips. He opened his wet eyes in panic.

in case……

If Wernes was really expelled from the kingdom of heaven, as the Oneiroi said.

The reason must also be as mentioned by Oneiroi, because of him.

What did he do to drag the gods down?

Moen stood up, looking at the white land.

He who had just been picked up from the icy lake felt the coldness belatedly, and at this moment snowflakes blew into his neckline, Moen shrank his neck and shivered.

His heart suddenly calmed down.

He had the answer in his heart.

His god will not let his cherished believers suffer from the severe cold.

He was going to send Vilnius back to heaven, what did Narovella say at that time?

Cross the Yongdu River, climb Liefeng Mountain, and climb the nine thousand floors of the Migratory Bird Sky Stairs.

Difficult to recall those dreamlike memories, Moen's heavy and firm belief suddenly had some self-doubt.

He had never heard of these names, these places, and Vernes didn't come to find him as the Oneiroi said, what should he do?

……

Then he will go to God by himself.

Moen reached out to touch his pocket, and the two round pebbles were still inside.

The first three items he did not forget to take away before fleeing were the traces of God descending on him.

This moment of extreme helplessness seems to be able to draw some meager strength from them.

Moen tightened the white cloth on his wrist, glanced at the buildings thousands of miles away behind him, lowered his eyes, and set off to walk along the lake.

He must always be on guard against the emergence of vagrants, so he can only take long detours and take unpopulated routes.

He didn't know where the gods who had been expelled from heaven would appear.

But it's also possible to know.

He grew up on this continent since he was a child, and when he was young, he herded sheep in the countryside. It was not until this year that he moved to the town with his uncle's family.

He knows very few places, and the place that comes to mind at this moment is particularly unique and meaningful.

Moen covered his ears that were sore from the cold wind, and walked tirelessly towards the possible place in his heart, one step at a time, with extremely deep footprints.

There seemed to be a certain premonition in the dark, that he would see that dazzling and eye-catching god again, and see his most beautiful eyes in the world again, but he would not be burned by that beauty.

Just like when we first met, on the grassland when we first met.