God forbids me to fall in love

"No, nothing!"

Not knowing how to face this question, Moen quickly lowered his head after a hasty response.

There is a hidden mystery in Yongdu River.

The successive hallucinations made it difficult for Moen to resist. He still hadn't come back to his senses, but he only knew that he had said some embarrassing words, which happened to be heard by God.

At this moment, for him, even looking at the pure and clear eyes of God is a kind of punishment.

Because he actually had that kind of...shameful thoughts about God.

It turns out that God has come to the other side.

And he was still trapped on the second step of stone.

Moen looked at the river flowing under his feet, and raised his heart to his throat. He was hesitating and not knowing how to take a step, when he heard God's tone suddenly become cold.

"Moen, you really let me down." Vernes stood on the opposite bank, lowered his eyes and stared at Moen, and twitched the corners of his mouth to utter these hard words.

Moen raised his head in panic, only to see the indifferent look on God's face, and then God turned around mercilessly, leaving Moen with an unreachable back, leaving him alone in the middle of the river, and walking by himself. Go far.

Disappointed?

Disappointed by his offensive words, or disappointed by his incompetence and inability to cross the river?

"I'm sorry, please wait a moment, I'll be there soon!" Moen strode on the stone in a panic, wishing he could walk two meters away in one step.

But the stones under his feet were endless. He kept walking forward, but he could never cross the last distance.

Moen stopped and looked back in panic, and the distance he had traveled turned back to zero—he was walking in place? !

In front of him, the back of Vernes has become farther and farther away, too far away to be seen.

"Please give me some time!" Moen yelled hastily. Like a child abandoned by his parents, he barely maintained his superficial strength, but his heart was already defeated in a panic.

"Why, why can't you go out?!"

Moen ran wildly, but no matter how he ran, he was still in the middle of the river.

He knew in his heart that this was not right at all, it must be an illusion, he told himself to calm down, but was stimulated by the act of God leaving alone, so that he lost the ability to calm down.

"Ah!" One of his feet slipped, and Moen failed to stand still, and fell down again and fell into the river.

But this time the river didn't submerge him completely, he was only supported by his limbs in the water, and he could get out as long as he stood up.

Caught off guard, he drank a few sips of river water and forced himself to stand up with the pain, but the pebbles hidden in his clothes pocket were knocked out because of the staggering when he got up.

That is the memory between God and him, and it is the god's response to his believers.

Moen quickly reached out to grab it, but the pebble rolled twice at the bottom of the river, hiding among other small stones, and disappeared.

It feels bad to have water in your eyes.

Moen couldn't swim, and he didn't know how to breathe in the water. He groped at the bottom of the river with all his strength, and he couldn't tell whether the touch in his hand belonged to his pebble.

"Moen! Come up, you'll drown in it."

Hearing his uncle's voice vaguely from the bank, Moen forced himself to raise his head, coughed the river water in his chest hastily, wiped the water from his face, and actually saw his uncle's family.

They stood on the bank, well dressed, Auntie's leg was healed, Tommy in his precious little suit, his hair heavily pomaded.

Their faces were full of anxiety and worry, calling for Moen to go ashore as soon as possible.

"Moen, my aunt made you an apple pie, come here!" The aunt actually held a tray in her hand.

"Hurry up, Moen, we are tired of waiting for you!" Tommy actually had a towel on his arm, he lifted it up and shook it, indicating that as long as Moen went up, there would be a warm towel to dry himself You can eat steaming apple pie.

Moen watched them for a while, leaned back and supported himself in the water, panting hard.

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and punched himself because of the momentary shake in his heart.

My aunt can't cook at all.

Their family fled to nowhere in the world because of the war.

There are so many ways to cross the Yonghe River.

Moen let the relatives on the shore persuade him earnestly, turned a deaf ear, and then buried himself in the river again with his mouth pursed.

He tried hard to distinguish the pebble that he had dropped, and searched with all his strength, finally at a certain moment, his right hand touched a piece of warmth that was completely different from the cold river water.

His muscles tensed, and he quickly grabbed it a second before his consciousness was eroded by the river.

All the shouts in my ears disappeared, and the river water soaked in my mouth and nose was also swept away.

Moen opened his eyes, and saw Vernes's concerned face, and a dead wood forest dedicated to winter—this was the scenery on the other side of the river.

Lowering his head, he was standing on the last rock, only a step away from the shore.

Moen's figure was a little unsteady, he slowly squeezed the pebble that he didn't know when it ran into the palm of his hand, and swallowed.

It seemed that because he had not moved for too long, the god who had already crossed the river stood not far away and extended a helping hand to him.

Moen's eyelids twitched. He could no longer distinguish the boundary between illusion and reality. Thinking of his previous experience, he dared not put his hands on it at all.

So he didn't even look at this unknown Vernes, and strode over.

"Did something happen while crossing the river?" Vernes didn't feel any displeasure about being ignored, he silently withdrew his hand, and looked worriedly at the pale-faced Moen.

Feeling the real land under his feet, looking at the blue sky above his head, Moen turned to look back at the river, and then at the god who was asking him, but still didn't dare to answer.

Vernes also looked at him inexplicably. After a moment of silence, his eyes flickered, and he said, "Although I don't know what you've been through... don't be afraid."

"Is it real now, have I really crossed the river?" Moen covered his head, rumpled his hair frantically, and squatted on the ground.

This time, Vernes' reaction was so much like a real person's, he couldn't help but want to believe that he had really shattered all the illusions, but he didn't dare to let his guard down completely.

"Ah."

"really?"

"real."

"Are you a god?"

"...It seems that you met another me when you crossed the river." Vernes said thoughtfully.

Moen stood up and fixed his eyes on the trees in the distance. He was almost sure that this was the real god.

After standing there in a daze for a while, he asked hastily as if he suddenly remembered something: "Didn't you hear me when you were crossing the river?"

"I heard a sentence."

"What, what?" Moen's body that had just relaxed tensed up again, and he carefully waited for the god's answer with his hands clasped, but it must not be the words about "kissing"!

Vernes chuckled lightly, as if recollecting it, then shook his head and said, "I won't tell you."

Moen: "..."

He froze for a moment, then quickly closed his eyes and raised his hand to punch himself again - no matter how he thought, it was impossible for his god to make such a joke.

It seems that it is still an illusion, this cunning Yongduhe!

Almost let his guard down again.

However, before the hands touched the body, they were pulled down.

The god held his arm and said helplessly, "You said, you want to be kissed by a real god..."

"No, listen to my explanation!" Moen blushed and interrupted loudly before anyone could finish speaking.

Well, it was not a hallucination, how could God just hear this sentence?This hateful Yongdu River!

……

After this exhausting test, Moen and his god embarked on a journey back to heaven again.

"Listen to me, river water can give people hallucinations, please forgive my offense..."

"Ah."

"And those words were induced by hallucinations in an unconscious state..."

"know."

"Don't take it to heart..."

"..."

"Why are you silent?"

In an inaccessible deadwood forest, two people were having a conversation like this.

Thousands of migratory birds migrating back from the south twittered across the sky, and their voices overwhelmed the light and fluttering sentence in the mouth of the last platinum-haired youth.

"I've already taken it to heart."

Moen slightly turned his head to look at Vernes' indifferent expression, and automatically made up the answer that God said "yes", and nodded, putting his heart back in his stomach, and returned with an incomparably bright smile .