God forbids me to fall in love

Vernes held his waist and gently helped him up.

Moen thanked him with a pale face, and his originally weak body also cheered up a little because of this little accident.

It's just a little bit, his bottomed out physical fitness really needs to be slowed down.

He held the door and sat directly on the ground, pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "I'll rest for a while..."

His eyelids are extremely heavy now, and he rationally knows that he should go down and pick up sweet potatoes to roast to fill his stomach, but he is too tired.

Vernes seemed to be troubled by his appearance, so he just stood aside foolishly all the time.

His meager human experience means he doesn't know what to do.

It wasn't until Moen felt better that he followed him into the room again.

"...What kind of person was I before?"

When Moen was looking for a water container from his chaotic old home, he heard Vernes speak suddenly.

"You are very gentle, very good, very good." Moen turned his head, repeating "good" endlessly, and could only describe the infinitely good degree with an ever-increasing tone.

"Really? I always feel that you are afraid of me." Vernes raised his eyebrows and looked at Moen with a smile.

"No, no, it's not like that." Moen negated incoherently, shaking his hand quickly.

Actually there is a point.

Afraid because of respect, timid because of liking.

These two intertwined emotions prevented him from facing his god so naturally.

Vernes actually put down the question, and nodded in faith in Moen's dry denial, and said, "Sorry, I misunderstood."

After waiting for a while, I thought the conversation would stop here.

Unexpectedly, when Moen had completed a series of operations such as collecting firewood and potatoes, and was setting up a fire, the little tail behind him suddenly said: "Your eyes deceived me."

"Ah?" Moen stopped in a daze.

"It's nothing. Why did I wait for you there?" Vernes changed the subject nonchalantly, imitating Moen's movements to add firewood clumsily, and asked.

It was unacceptable for Moen to do such a down-to-earth thing. He hurriedly stopped Vernes, "I'll do it."

He wiped away the black stains on his face, and forgot about God's question, and hurriedly asked again: "What did you just ask me?"

Vernes quietly looked at Moen's face, but did not answer, but said, "You look tired, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Moen responded inexplicably, but was still very moved by God's consideration for him.

"Sorry, I always throw a lot of questions at you. I'm a little confused, which makes me want to know more." Vernes's eyes were clear and clear, and he analyzed himself lightly, apologizing to Moen .

God is always so good.

So gentle and kind, I have already apologized to him several times in just a short while.

Why is such a good God met with expulsion?

Moen's heart was sour, he sighed and threw the last log into the fire, wiped his dirty hands helplessly, took off the clothes that had been wet by the snow before and put them aside bake.

"Are you cold?" He couldn't help looking at the thin robe.

Vernes shook his head.

Judging by his appearance, it seems that he is really at ease, not trying to be brave.

Moen couldn't help thinking, where is the limit of no longer being a god?

Obviously, it is impossible for human beings to endure this kind of cold.

The two simply ate some sweet potatoes.

Moen spent this tiring and rewarding day with doubts about the boundaries and worries about "whether Vernes was easily abducted by him because he was not careful enough".

In the middle of the night, he led Vernes to rest in his former attic room.

It may be that everything in this house is too shabby, and after the looting, it has become a "pure land".

And Vernes said slowly after entering, "I seem to have been here before."

Moen was so excited that he couldn't describe it, thinking that God had recovered the memory of being here.

But unfortunately, no.

Vernes frowned slightly, stared at the small bed, and shook his head after a long while, expressing that searching for memories was fruitless.

That night, Moen let God sleep on his bed, and he made a brazier and slept on the old floor around it.

It was not a comfortable night, but Moen felt so at ease when he heard the sound of his second breathing in the room.

So even though there were many doubts in my heart, I unconsciously entered the dream.

"Moen."

Moen's eyes snapped open as a female voice called his name.

There were only him and Vilnius in the room. Where did the woman come from?

When he saw the pink sky and those floating seahorses, Moen's tense muscles relaxed slightly. He was stunned for a while, and as expected, he saw the red-haired goddess descending on him with a sad face. in front of you.

He is dreaming.

It's Goddess Narovella, has she come to guide him again?

Moen quickly stood up, got up from the stone, and knelt down respectfully.

This time he already knew that Oneiroi was sending him information through dreams.

"Sorry, I have to meet you in this way. Please remember what I say next." The goddess said solemnly.

But following her words, Moen gradually felt something was wrong.

"...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 up the Liefeng Mountain, and climb up the nine thousandth floor of the Migratory Bird Stairway."

——The goddess told him these words last time.

"Yes, I remember, Goddess, can you guide me, where should I go to find the Yongdu River?" Moen swallowed, and said cautiously.

Narovira turned a deaf ear to it, she only asked very quickly: "Do you remember? If you remember, I will send you out right now."

"Wait, Goddess, I still have doubts..." Moen stopped anxiously.

But Narovira ignored his reaction, but looked at the half-rotten apple sun in the sky, and murmured: "It's time to wake up from the dream."

Seeing the goddess pointing her finger at his forehead regardless, Moen wanted to step back. While struggling, he thought about the weirdness of the dream, but this time Narovella obviously didn't touch his head, and the dream was still the same. it's over.

Moen panted and sat up from the ground, the surroundings were pitch black, and there were no flames in the brazier, only charcoal that had been burned to black ashes.

On the next bed, Vernes was sitting up and looking at him.

"Scared you? I'm sorry." Moen said apologetically.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, still reminiscing about the dream just now.

There was no doubt that this dream was exactly the same as the one he had had before.

Even if his reaction had changed, the words and deeds of Oneiroi and even the curvature of his hair hadn't changed at all.

He has already accepted the information he should have received. If Narovira wants to continue reminding him, she should give him some new reminders. Why is the dream this time as if the process and direction are set, the dream within the dream God is like a puppet hanging from a string, only repeating fixed lines.

Is the dream itself repeating?

Moen looked at the night light from the small window in the attic, put his hands on his chest to calm his shortness of breath, and said, "Go to sleep, it's not yet dawn, I'm sorry to disturb you..."

Vernes looked at him for a while, then turned his head to look out of the dark window.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke uncertainly: "Maybe it's not too early."

"Huh?" Moen was a little confused, he got up in a daze, wrapped the quilt and went out, "I'll go outside to check the time."

But there were no clocks outside for a long time, and the only wall clock at home was taken to the town.

Moen didn't get anything, so he lit the candle lamp, stood at the gate and looked around for a while, only to feel that something was wrong outside.

It was already dark when I came back yesterday, and I have gone through a series of things. It may be early morning when I fall asleep.

When you wake up, even before dawn, the night sky should not look like this.

They came back by stepping on the moonlight last night, so it can be seen that the clouds are not thick tonight.

But now, there is no light in the night sky, not a single star, and it is so dark that you can't see your fingers.

Moen felt a little unspeakable panic, he quickly shrank back into the room, fearing that he would be swallowed by the thick darkness outside.

He took two steps back, just right onto a person.

Vernes came out and stood beside him, looking a little confused.

"Something bad might have happened," he said.

"What's the matter?" Moen's heart tightened even more, the sky was so weird, did the god feel anything?

"I do not know."

"...Maybe we go back and sleep for a while, and it will be dawn." Moen was silent for a few seconds, and he could only comfort himself in this way.

They went back to the room, Moen added some wood to the brazier, and Ben continued to lie down on the damp floor.

But this time he hesitated for a while, and chose to squeeze on the bed with Vilnius with his hands tied.

Because he was a little scared.

Of course Vernes didn't mind, he tried to stop Moen from sleeping on the ground many times last night, but failed under Moen's stubborn insistence.

As for Moen lying on the side, he was a little distracted at first, but after a long time, he became less and less interested in thinking about what he had and what he didn't have.

Because after so long, it was still dark outside the window.

Why didn't the sun rise?Why didn't the night fade away?

No matter how long the night was, it should have passed.

In this eerie night, Moen suddenly felt that he was so insignificant as a human being.

He knew nothing and could do nothing.

"Are you shaking?" Vernes suddenly turned his head and grabbed Moen's arm.

"Maybe I'm a little cold." Moen blinked his dry eyes.

"Don't be afraid."

Vernes leaned closer to this side, half of Moen's body tensed instantly.

The bed wasn't that big, and now the two of them could be said to be very close.

Thinking that what he was sticking to right now was the body of his dear god, Moen was indeed not afraid anymore, and his satisfaction was filled with shyness and secret joy.

The skin close to God seemed to be on fire, it was numb and hot.

"Can you tell me about it? My past."

The distance was too close, and the voice of God sounded in Moen's ears.

Vernes turned sideways, looked at Moen's flushed face, and asked thoughtfully.