God forbids me to fall in love

Seeing Fang Yue's "destroyed" appearance, Han Yinglu seemed to have some misunderstandings, she thought it was Fang Yue's disappointed expression for her, so she quickly opened her mouth to justify her name: "Hey, don't believe me, I think the second card is quite accurate!"

While speaking, she showed the body of the card to Fang Yue.

It depicts a dignified and serious woman, sitting on a chair, wearing a loose and conservative robe.Whether it is from the expressions of the characters or the overall tone of the card, one can feel a sense of indifference.

"The priestess card is quite appropriate to describe your emotional state. Look at it, how abstinent! And this card actually has the meaning of being cold on the outside and passionate on the inside. The person who draws the card has a love for love in his heart Your enthusiasm! Could it be that you already have a candidate in your heart?" She said, narrowing her eyes and looking at Fang Yue with a teasing smile.

"...How is it possible." Fang Yue blinked unnaturally, and tried to cover it up and replied: "The previous ones are pretty accurate, only the last sentence doesn't quite fit me."

Although a figure already appeared in his mind when he heard Han Yinglu's explanation, he didn't want to admit it at all.

The person in his mind didn't reply to his messages, and he always felt that if he admitted that he liked him here, he would lose.

After realizing his childish nature and awkward behavior, Fang Yue himself was a little bit dumbfounded.

"Okay. The third card, five swords reversed." Han Yinglu paused suspiciously, with an embarrassed expression on his face: "Maybe I misunderstood, this card appears here should indicate that you have a relationship with the old The tendency of lovers to get back together, or the attitude of one of the two parties has softened..."

The more she spoke, the more guilty she became, and the more she spoke, the lower her voice became. In the end, she began to doubt herself—"Oh, I'm too inaccurate, maybe I haven't solved the cards well enough, I have to practice again."

After all, Fang Yue has never even talked about love, who can he find to get back together?

Fang Yue chuckled twice, and comforted: "It's okay, you can continue talking, it's quite interesting."

Han Yinglu pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows and smiled after being silent for a few seconds: "Okay, then I will say anything later, and you can listen to it freely, and we will treat it as entertainment."

"Be prepared mentally. I'll really let myself go in the future. I'm good at making up stories." She gritted her teeth at Fang Yue, looking inexplicably malicious.

She continued to solve the card: "The fourth devil card, it's terrible, little Fangyue, this card can only remind me that the other party is a gangster, evil president, black-bellied prince, paranoid devil... For you... With a deep and perverted love, I would rather let the world not let you down, and spend all day thinking about stuffing your sauce hahahahahahaha..."

Fang Yue: ...

Han Yinglu seems to have made up a bloody love story with him as the protagonist in his own brain, and he really doesn't hold back a bit of scale when he says that he can let himself go.

He was a little helpless, but also thought it was very funny, so he laughed too.

"Come on, I can't go on explaining. I'll help you read it after I finish my practice." Han Yinglu laughed and returned to normal form. She put away the unfinished tarot cards on the table with apologies , "This kind of thing still has to be counted by strangers. You see, I know your situation very well. If the information doesn't match, I can't make it up myself."

But she immediately said cautiously: "However, my oracle card hasn't been opened yet. It's all here, let's do the math again? Although I can't solve Tarot well, in case this can give you some life What about the revelation?"

Sensing the anticipation in Han Yinglu's eyes, Fang Yue naturally sat back and nodded.

The set of oracle cards she bought is also said to be related to emotions. The overall body of the card is pink and tender, and the picture is exquisite.

"Okay, this is relatively simple. Let's draw three cards to see what guidance the guardian spirit has given you recently and what it wants to tell you." Han Yinglu began to tear down the cards while speaking, using her less gorgeous The technique is washed up.

Fang Yue didn't have the slightest sense of negligence caused by the inaccurate divination ahead, and still drew three cards that attracted him very seriously.

"Okay, let's take a look. They are 'you are loved', 'the cherished person', and 'the love energy of the universe is gathered because of you'..." Han Yinglu raised her eyebrows, and unveiled the plaque She sighed, "Hey, it's all love, your guardian spirit loves you too."

Fang Yue looked at the words on the card dully, feeling a little itchy in his heart. He retracted his hands, clenched them into fists and coughed to cover up his uneasiness as if he had been confessed.

"There is no other information. I think the guardian spirit may be encouraging you. It's good, so warm. Then it's over here." She shrugged and took the oracle card back with a smile .

"Don't worry, I will definitely improve my skills when I go back, and you will definitely be impressed if you ask me for divination next time."

At the end of this fruitless, joke-like fortune-telling, Han Yinglu saluted Fang Yue intentionally and funnyly, and said the oath above.

Then the two waved goodbye at the entrance of the cafeteria. Fang Yue silently took out his mobile phone and sent someone a red envelope. At the same time, he noticed that Meng Weiyi still hadn't replied to his message.

Whether it was the somewhat abrupt "Do you like me" at the beginning, or his useless remedial sentence later, there was no response.

This is very embarrassing.

Fang Yue felt very uncomfortable all of a sudden, he could only lie to himself that Meng Weiyi hadn't woken up and hadn't seen the news.

He was just about to adjust his not so relaxed and happy mood, when he raised his head, he found that the lie he had just woven for himself was quickly punctured

At the first cafeteria stall not far away, a familiar figure was queuing up to buy roasted sweet potatoes.

Even if it's just the back of his head, Fang Yue couldn't fail to recognize it. With his superior appearance and dark-colored dressing style, it was obvious that it was Meng Weiyi!

Unexpectedly, Meng Weiyi still eats such down-to-earth food as roasted sweet potatoes, and his expensive appearance always makes people think that he is not a human being.

A strong bitterness suddenly surged up in his chest, Fang Yue stopped in place for two seconds, quickly lowered his head, and ran to the innermost window to line up as if fleeing.

In fact, he didn't even feel like eating at all.

No modern person would spend the whole morning without looking at the messages on his mobile phone if he could.

When Mingming returned the notebook last time, the other party replied to him at six o'clock in the morning.

Meng Wei woke up early in the morning, he must have seen it but didn't want to reply.

Fang Yue's stiff back didn't move. He ordered a bowl of rice with a disheveled face, and then stood there blankly waiting, confused.

He naturally didn't know that, across the vast crowd, the black-haired young man in front of the roasted sweet potato stall turned around silently, staring at the direction of Fang Yue's queue without blinking.

Holding two steaming roasted sweet potatoes in his hand, he was walking towards the interior of the cafeteria step by step.

"Senior, you also come to eat in person?"

Fang Yue was in a depressed mood when a surprised voice sounded in his ear.

Then his shoulders were embraced by this man familiarly.

Fang Yue frowned and quickly avoided, looking at the muscular man in front of him.

He has a long face and thick lips, with a kind face, like... that Jiang XX who was splashed with noodle soup in the cafeteria not long ago.

He didn't have a good impression of this person, and he didn't show a good face. After a slight nod, he took a big step to the left to get away from the person.

"Senior remember me, I'm Jiang Bowei." The man smiled crookedly, and blinked at Fang Yue as if his eyes were twitching, as if he was discharging electricity.

It seems that after being splashed with noodle soup last time, he still has no intention of retreating.

Fang Yue's indifferent attitude had no effect on him at all, he chased after him step by step, still muttering "Why didn't I pass my friend application".

It doesn't matter if he just said it, but he smiled and waved his hand to pat Fang Yue's ass, taking advantage of it by making an intimate joke.

They're not that familiar at all, are they? !

Because the interior of the cafeteria was relatively dark, the lights had always been on all day, perhaps due to years of disrepair, the old light bulb above the head suddenly flickered twice.

Fang Yue had never seen such a wretched person, and he was already in a bad mood, but now he became even more irritable.

He opened the man's hand, and just about to sternly reprimand him, he heard a "crack" explosion, and the whole cafeteria went dark.

"Ahhh-"

"I'm going, what's going on, it's scary!"

"What, did it explode?"

The sound of debris falling to the ground was inaudible, because Jiang Bowei's screams of pain could be heard next to his ears, and at the same time, various screams and cursing, large or small, resounded throughout the cafeteria.

all because

The light bulb above Fang Yue and the others blew up.

All the lights in the cafeteria were turned off.

Fang Yue was stunned for a moment, half of his brewing emotions were interrupted by this sudden accident.He was taken aback, and his whole body trembled, but fortunately he was not injured.

There were fragments of light bulbs under his feet, and they fell around the place where he was standing, but they couldn't get close to him as if blocked by an enchantment.

Jiang Bowei, who was also standing directly under the light bulb, was not as lucky as him. It seemed that he had been scratched to his body by a piece of debris, and he kept wailing.

Not far away, two members of the basketball team who were equally high-flying and thick-skinned ran over, shouting and carrying them away. They should have gone to the school hospital.

Fang Yue watched the backs of them leaving in a hurry and embarrassment, and was still calming down his shortness of breath from being frightened, when he suddenly heard someone behind him say "don't be afraid".

He turned his head instinctively, and immediately met the pair of eyes that he least wanted to see right now.

In other words, I dare not see it.

Meng Weiyi was extraordinarily dignified and dazzling among the chaotic crowd, but his expression didn't look very good either. It was somewhat gloomy and cold like the way Fang Yue first saw him. meaning.

But after meeting Fang Yue's eyes, a light smile soon appeared on his face, and then naturally stood in front of Fang Yue, picked up the roasted sweet potato in the bag and handed it over.

Is this an act of kindness?

Fang Yue was flustered and shy.

Don't look at the countless plans that he preset for himself to face each other with a cold face when he didn't meet them. In fact, when he really came into contact with people face to face, those hypocritical inner dramas in his heart were swept away in an instant. .

But at the same time, he also noticed that Meng Weiyi's hands seemed to be shaking?

Why……

Is it nervous or afraid, or is it restraining some emotions?

Some morbid murderers are said to shake their hands in excitement before committing a murder.

Fang Yue's sluggish brain has not been completely occupied by the petty thoughts of the person he has a crush on, and the remaining reason has sounded the alarm for him.

He looked inquisitively at the pair of slender hands and the exposed white wrist and arm, recalling that he had seen it stained with blood, his eyelids twitched.

While he couldn't help liking Meng Weiyi, he also felt that Meng Weiyi was very dangerous. It was too contradictory.

Fang Yue didn't take the sweet potato immediately, but lowered his eyes and pretended to be nonchalant and asked casually, "Are you busy today? I don't think you replied to my message?"

"..." Meng Weiyi paused, his expression was unusually not so calm, but blinked, looking a little dazed.

Fang Yue didn't understand what he meant, but he could feel that the other party still maintained his usual kindness towards him, so he quickly obeyed his inner voice and responded, "Did you not check your phone? It's okay, it's not Urgent news."

After he finished speaking, he smiled.

"Well, the phone..." Meng Wei moved his eyes, paused and said, "I didn't look at it, sorry, I'll take a look when I get back."

Fang Yue took the roasted sweet potato and said "Thank you".

It happened that his meal was also ready, so he carried the packing box and walked out side by side with Meng Weiyi.

The two were too close, and his shoulders bumped into each other from time to time, and the tip of his nose could smell Meng Weiyi's exclusive scent, all of which made Fang Yue a little dizzy.

He couldn't help but want to run away.

Because the longer he stays in the same area with Meng Weiyi, the greater the gap between his love brain and reason will be...

If he stayed any longer, he would probably only know how to giggle, and he would ignore any traces of self-harm, trembling hands, and suspiciousness on the other party.

Walking to the door of the dormitory building, Fang Yue heaved a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and said his farewell words with difficulty: "Then, I'll go back to the dormitory for dinner first."

"Hmm." Meng Weiyi stared into his eyes and replied in a low voice.

Although he heard Fang Yue's farewell, he didn't look like he was going to turn around and leave. Instead, he stood there, like every boy who sent his girlfriend back to the dormitory, waiting for the back of his lover to disappear before leaving.

Fang Yue was driven wildly by his brain, but his face was still calm, showing a restrained smile, he turned and went up the steps.

"...don't be afraid of me."

Is it hallucinations?

Fang Yue staggered and almost fell, he stopped and turned his head away.

Meng Weiyi's expression was as natural as if he didn't say that sentence just now.

It's not some commonplace saying like "it's a nice day today".

There is a huge amount of information hidden in it, showing his awareness of the fear in Fang Yue's heart.

He just stood under the sunlight like that, looking at Fang Yue tenderly, and being looked at by such eyes, he would sincerely believe that it was impossible for him to be hurt.

Fang Yue froze in place silently, and looked back straight at the past.

The people passing by would definitely think that there is something wrong with the two of them, and just stare blankly at each other without saying anything.

But Fang Yue saw his own shadow in those eyes, and he got something heavier than words.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes, looked at his toes, and replied solemnly: "Yes. Also, you must check your phone when you go back. I, I sent you a message."

After he stammered, he immediately turned around and entered the dormitory building, and ran away from the scene as if fleeing without waiting for the other party's further response.

After entering the dormitory, I don't know why I was still panicking. The elevator didn't even wait, like a boy who just confessed to the goddess, striding across the steps of the stairs.

No longer able to tell whether the rapid heartbeat was due to sudden violent exercise or something else, Fang Yue involuntarily stopped in front of the glass window when he reached the stairwell on the third floor.

He wanted to poke outside to see if he could still see Meng Weiyi's back, but he didn't expect to meet Meng Weiyi who was looking up at him again.

And the other party smiled at him when he saw him.

Fang Yue: "..."

Ahhh so embarrassing!

This is no different from voyeurism being discovered, right?

Fang Yue's fingers and toes were all curled up, but at the same time he was ashamed, but at the same time he felt a little happy.

Meng Weiyi didn't leave either, did he want to see himself more?

Although this idea was a little narcissistic, Fang Yue thought it was possible. He didn't know which nerve was wrong, so he restrained his inner shyness and waved to the other party through the glass.

Meng Weiyi also smiled and waved to him.

Fang Yue felt as if he had eaten a hundred candies, it was so sweet that he wanted to fly.

He couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising, and the movements of going up the stairs became even lighter.

When he returned to the dormitory, he put the boxed lunch and sweet potatoes on the table, and didn't even give himself time to sit down, so he stood in front of the table, took out his phone, opened the dialog box and started editing

"I like you. If you like me too, would you like to be with me? It might be unlucky to be with me. Please be careful when you go out..."

Finger poking and typing on the keyboard, Fang Yue was still dissatisfied with the sentence that came out, and kept deleting and modifying it. In the end, he only sent a dry "I like you."

At this moment, he also noticed the message "The other party is typing..." on the dialog box

Fang Yue also became more nervous in an instant.

He was waiting for Meng Weiyi's "final verdict" on him. Unexpectedly, Meng Weiyi was really a bad judge who liked to "torture" prisoners, and he refused to make a conclusion for a long time.

The specific performance is that the sentence "the other party is typing" shows that Fang Yue has not waited for the message to be sent for 10 minutes.

Could it be that Meng Weiyi is writing an [-]-character composition as a reply?

Fang Yue thought in a daze, it seems that this possibility is also possible.

It is said that many lovers will write essays for each other to tell each other their hearts, so will my four words appear insincere?

The food on the table was cold, and there was only a little residual temperature left in the roasted sweet potatoes. While eating absently, Fang Yue locked his eyes on the phone screen, refusing to move away for a moment.

Finally, the long-awaited news arrived.

At this point, 15 minutes have passed since the first occurrence of the input state.

Fang Yue looked at the pitifully short reply on the screen and fell into deep thought.

Meng Wei replied to him: "I like it"

Not even punctuation marks, just two words as to deliberate for so long?

Fang Yue fell silent, Meng Weiyi... What an unpredictable man.

However, this should mean that they have the same mind.

It was originally a very exciting moment, but it took too long, and there are only two words, which seems a bit perfunctory.

Fang Yue sighed lightly, realizing that this kind of thing really should be said in person, and he should be more brave.

Although I feel that I haven't made it clear yet, but the other party only replied two words, so that he doesn't know what else to say. Sure enough, let's talk about it when we meet.

But why does he like Meng Weiyi?

He himself has no answer.

If it was because of appearance, then he didn't feel any excitement when he saw the other party for the first time.

The first breeding of liking this kind of emotion started from the chance encounter in the library that day. Could it be that I fell in love accidentally while listening to him reading poems?

Fang Yue himself felt incredible.

However, he didn't have the idea of ​​going back to the reason for his liking. Now that the matter has come to an end, he temporarily shut down all the various thoughts that came about because of the other party, and it's time to do something of his own.

After dinner, Fang Yue took out the book of mythology that he had been planning to study for a long time but had been delaying.

He can still read for half an hour, and then he will take a short nap before going to class.

Turning to the first page, there are three lines of small characters. Fang Yue casually glanced at it, and understood that this was directly stating the basic worldview of the myth and defining the gods.

Without much emotion in his heart, he prepared the translation software to deal with long and difficult sentences and uncommon words, and began to read the text.

"...

Fran Yiduo thought: He is different from other gods.The gods are vain and submissive because of the power of faith, and they are endlessly greedy because of their desire to become stronger.They can decide the fate of human beings, but they are also restricted by the beliefs of human beings' free choice.Only he is different, as clear as the breeze in the sky, pure as white jade.

Unbeknownst to Vernes, he has become the goddess' dreamer.

But Narovella knew.

……

The sun is coming, and he still can only sit alone in the temple and look at the water pool in the human world.

Until that unusual day, the lonely god who chose to be born in the grassland met the believer who reversed his fate.

Vernes, who had long been regarded as a thorn in the flesh by the gods, was finally caught because of this.The sacred tree condemned him and fell in love with the believers, so he was expelled from the kingdom of heaven. "

Fang Yue's finger flipping through the book stopped on the last page, and he couldn't help being stunned when he saw a string of sentences "in love with believers".

He stared at the line of printed black letters, his mind went blank.

I really didn't expect that God would be expelled for such a ridiculous reason.

Does God really love His believers?

Even if they really love each other, they didn't affect others, and they didn't hurt the world, why is this unforgivable?

Why should the right and wrong of love be judged by others?

Fang Yue didn't know why he felt a huge sense of absurdity in his heart. Even though the mythology was written very briefly, it was all narrative without any description, but he was aroused full of anger.

It might even be because of reading for a long time, his eyes were a little sore, and before he could rub them, tears dripped down on the leaves, Fang Yue wiped them off in a panic, after all, it was borrowed from the library. coming books.

He was about to calm down and continue reading when Huang Xiuqi, who was taking a nap under the curtain of the bed, got up, and while putting on his shoes, he said to Fang Yue: "Look at you, who forgets to eat and sleep, what do you want to learn? Class begins."

Fang Yue looked at his watch, and as expected, the time slipped away quickly during the time he was reading. He only reserved 10 minutes of reading time for himself, but because he read word by word carefully, an hour had passed before he could read the book. I saw less than a quarter of it.

I have no choice but to come back at night and continue reading.

Fang Yue felt regretful, packed up his things and set off for the classroom.

It was very rewarding to listen to the whole class, but I didn't expect that today's classwork pressure is relatively high. The professor assigned a lot of homework for them, and there was also a group assignment for other subjects in the evening.

Fang Yue's arm was injured, and taking a bath was a time-consuming project, so his free time was completely compressed. After finishing his homework and washing up, it was time to turn off the lights.

Before going to sleep, he was thinking that he must read the following text tomorrow.

However, just as Fang Yue closed his eyes, he heard a familiar bird call.

If you don't hear it during activities that require a quiet environment, such as sleeping, you may still think that the sound is quite melodious.

It's a pity that now, he really can't appreciate it, he just thinks it's too noisy.

Why do birds come to sing on the windowsill of their dormitory at night?

Could it be that they built a nest here?

Fang Yue endured it for a minute, but the bird was still singing, while his roommates seemed to be more patient than it, and did not express any dissatisfaction at all.

He sat up silently, walked to the bed in his slippers, opened the curtain, and saw a grayish-yellow bird.

This time it was getting closer, and Fang Yue could vaguely distinguish that it seemed to be a nightingale.

They never knew before that there were nightingales in their area.

Sure enough, it was the bird that sang from heaven.

He knocked on the window lightly, but the bird was very bold, not afraid of people at all, and still stood motionless, showing its wonderful singing voice.

Fang Yue said helplessly in a conversational tone:

"Can you stop barking?"

……

"Can you stop barking?"

Moen lifted the velvet cloth covering the birdcage, and whispered helplessly.

Inside the cage was a dark bird with a short beak and round eyes, looking very cute.

But for some reason, Moen could see a melancholy look in the eyes of this bird.

Naturally, the bird couldn't understand human words, and couldn't give a response. Moen didn't expect to be able to control it immediately. Unexpectedly, the little bird was very psychic, and after a brief "chirp", it really calmed down.

"Good boy." Moen nodded its head with his fingers, lowered the curtain, and walked towards the medium-sized white jade statue in the room.

He had just knelt down and was about to pray to the great God of truth, Yemega, when he opened his mouth, but the little bird began to chirp again.

This is not an environment that would be forgiven by the gods. Moen held his forehead, got up again, lifted the birdcage and was about to take it out first.

But he listened to the beating of wings in the cage, and could feel the bird flailing wildly against the cage, which was tantamount to self-mutilation for such a weak species.

Moen couldn't bear it, so he stopped quickly and opened the curtain again, and the birds stopped moving when they saw him.

This little bird is really smart. When it was picked up, it was covered in blood and fell to the garbage dump outside the church, dying.

Ordinary birds are afraid of people, but it seems to know that Moen is saving it, whether it is treating the wound or trimming the remaining feathers, it is very cooperative.

Today, Moen has been raising it for almost two weeks. Although the wound on the bird's body has not fully healed, it is much better than it was at the beginning.

However, the only problem with this bird, which is also a fatal problem, is that it will interrupt Moen's prayer to God once a week.

"What's wrong with you?" Moen frowned in confusion, and tentatively opened the door of the cage, "Do you want to fly outside for a while?"

The little bird didn't move for a few seconds after he opened the door, its black bean-like eyes kept looking at him, and it took a long time before it flew out of the cage.

However, Moen didn't expect that this time the bird didn't just circle around the house to release the wind, but flew around him a few times before resolutely flying out of the open window to the outside world.

"Xiao Hei!" Moen rushed to the bedside and anxiously called out this simple name. He was surprised that the bird that had always been close to him would choose to leave, and worried that it would not be able to survive in nature with residual injuries.

The bird glanced back at it leisurely, but turned around and disappeared into the sky mercilessly.

Moen quickly ran out of the church, of course it was useless, he couldn't stop the wings flying freely.

But these days getting along is not fake, he has long developed a relationship with such a cute little life, he felt lost for a while, and couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

"Master Moen, your bird has flown away!" McKim, a kid playing with a ball at the door, ran over in a panic and hugged Moen's thigh, raised his head and blinked his eyes, reporting.

Moen forced himself to show him a comforting smile, rubbed the child's head, and praised: "Thank you, McGinn, you are a good boy."

McGinn smiled shyly, buried his head on Moen's body, and rubbed back and forth.

They all liked Mr. Moen because he was good-looking and had a gentle temper. He would occasionally play games with them. He was the most popular son of God among the children in the entire church.

"God Son Moen—"

A young man wearing the same tight and loose clergy robe stood at the entrance of the hall and shouted, "My lord priest has something to ask for you."

Moen complied and told McKinn to continue playing football with other children, no longer allowing himself to be overwhelmed by the depression caused by the bird's departure, and walked quickly to the main hall.

"Moen, you have always reassured me." The priest looked at him kindly, and entrusted him, "Passy has unfortunately contracted an illness, and I have to trouble you to complete the tasks on his behalf."

Moen nodded, waiting for further instructions from the priest.

"Do you know the Griffin family on the west side of the town? Go and record the death of Master Griffin, calm down the emotions of the family, and investigate thoroughly so as not to cause panic among the public." The priest calmly gave him protection gesture, "May Lord Yemiga, the God of truth, bless you in peace."

Moen knew about this, and the strange death of Master Griffin had spread throughout the town. It was said that all the blood in his body was sucked dry when he died, and his appearance was horrific.

This matter was originally responsible for another son of God, Passy, ​​and now it has fallen on his head.

Moen bowed his head respectfully to accept the salute, and returned the salute to the priest, saying in his mouth: "May the Lord of Truth, Lord Yemicha, bless you."

The author has something to say: One of the proofs that God is not omnipotent: God doesn’t know how to play mobile ps Seeing that there are more discussions about occultism in the comment area, let me re-read the statement that was marked in the copy: Overhead worldview, about occultism The parts about gods and gods are all nonsense and have nothing to do with reality.

The parts related to occultism in the article are the product of serving the plot, please don’t take it seriously!mwah.