God forbids me to fall in love

……

"Master Daisu, Lord Moen, will he come back?"

McGinn pulled the weed leaves in his hand, bit his lip, squatted down and lay on Daisu's lap, blinking his eyes and asking.

The sun was shining outside, and the children around were playing crazy under the big sun, only he had a melancholy face that didn't match his age group, wandered around the goddess for a long time, and finally came over.

Goddess Daisu was sitting on the ground flipping through the storybook in her hand, trying to find a fairy tale that the children hadn't heard, but when she heard the name mentioned by McGinn, her movements stopped.

The image of the son of God appeared in her mind, and Daisu suddenly remembered a dusty past.

Although the Son of God and the Goddess live together in the church, they rarely have the opportunity to contact each other because their respective responsibilities are divided into two areas.

Daisu's only close contact with Moen dates back to a mission three years ago.

At that time, an atheist appeared in the small town, declaring that it was people themselves who saved mankind, not the so-called god Yemiga.He also said that Yemiga was only a god in charge of disasters in the records 50 years ago, not the "god of truth" that fools believed.

When the man was caught and tied to the fire for purification, he still raised his head and yelled such unnatural remarks.

The Son of God who was dealing with the scene at that time was Moen and his other companion.

Moen suddenly fainted as the fire ignited and engulfed the filthy soul.

Daisu didn't go out to work with the other goddesses that day due to physical discomfort, and happened to meet him being sent back to the church.

Because the matter hadn't been dealt with yet, another son of God saw her and stopped her, asked her to feed Moen some water, and returned to the scene to clean up the funeral.

Daisu always remembered that it was the day when she opened the door of the son of God, Moen, and saw that he was probably trapped by a nightmare, crying silently in a deep sleep.

Strangely, after Daisu got closer, she found that there seemed to be an invisible hand beside him, gently helping to wipe away those tears.

The teardrops were always wiped off a second before they fell, which was unreasonable, and made her stand still for a long time without daring to step forward.

But when she took a closer look later, there were no tears on Moen's face at all, and the scene she saw before was like her own hallucination.

Because of this, Daisu is not sure whether this memory is accurate, but she is deeply impressed.

Other than that, I don't have any other impressions of Moen.

In Daisu's eyes, he is just an ordinary, somewhat unlucky son of God who has received traditional church education step by step.

Seeing McGinn's expectant expression, she was silent for a long time, then replied dryly: "...Maybe."

McGinn couldn't understand what this meant, and he wanted to continue asking, but the clear sky suddenly became cloudy, and in the blink of an eye, the whole world was overcast.

Goddess Daisu looked up twice, stood up frowning, and beckoned everyone back to the house.

No sooner had the last child stepped inside than it began to rain heavily outside.

However, this heavy rain...

Daisu stood there stiffly, even forgetting to breathe.

With the screams of children in her ears, she stared dumbfounded at the dark and sticky rain outside, her legs softened, and she sat down on the ground.

"Hey, why is it gone..."

A child curiously reached out to catch the rainwater. The next second, he saw the "black spot" in his palm evaporate quickly, and was so shocked that he wanted to catch another drop immediately.

"Don't move!" Daisu yelled, trying to pull herself together, "Everyone, don't go out!"

This is no ordinary rain.

The catastrophe recorded in the book 50 years ago also started with a heavy rain...

Is it the same?

Or……

Another disaster, about to begin?

……

"Tomorrow you'll forget about me...don't bother about it."

Feeling the soft bed under him and the hands around his waist that were gradually leaving, seeing the figure of the other party in front of him about to disappear like light and shadow, Moen pulled the Grabbed the man's arm.

He could feel the warmth from the other party in his palm, reminding Moen that all this was not an illusion.

"..."

Not only was Moen stunned, but the other party seemed to be even more stunned.

He looked down at the piece of skin that was caught, his fingers shrank slightly, and when he looked up at Moen again, there were already some invisible emotions in his eyes.

"...Can you tell me, who are you?"

Moen's brain was in chaos, he knew rationally that everything he was doing was wrong, but his whole person had become a single-celled creature that could only act as he wanted.

He just wanted to know the name and identity of the person in front of him, so he opened his mouth to ask.

He just wanted to instinctively not want the other party to leave, so he took his hand.

Even if it was as the other party said, so what if I would forget him tomorrow.

Moen is not pursuing a result, he just feels that that name is very important to him, he wants to know, even if he needs to pay a price for this knowledge, even if this knowledge can only be retained in memory for only a short time one second.

Moen looked at the other party intently, with an expression of begging that he hadn't noticed.

It's a pity that his head became dizzy little by little, which seemed to be out of his control, even if he shook his head vigorously, he couldn't wake up, his eyelids became extremely heavy, he could only use all his will to support himself not to fall over immediately sleep.

His fingers could not help but tighten, as if he could hold this moment with enough force.

The rain outside the window was getting louder.

However, the sound of the rain falling on the ground was also unusual, like the sound of syrup stirring, sticky, with a clammy and sinister tone.

The other party slightly opened his lips, his slender and thick eyelashes fell down and cast a shadow, he opened his mouth but closed it, and finally took Moen's hand down, but the action was not ruthless and cold, because at the same time he was gently Gently stroked Moen's hair.

"Virnes."

The answer was so weak that it seemed to be just a vague sigh.

Disappearing with the ending sound, there is also this person in front of him.

At the last second before Moen's heavy eyelids closed, he saw that the other party was wrapped in black mist and dissipated lightly into the air.

He anxiously stretched out his hand as if he wanted to keep something, but unfortunately he only caught a void.

At this moment, his body and mind seemed to be controlled by someone, and he made actions that he couldn't understand, making him want to say words that he didn't know why

"Please do not leave me.

A gust of wind blew by, taking away not only the figure of Vernes, but also half a word that Moen hadn't said.

He held his fingers weakly, but unfortunately there was only air lingering between his fingers.

Moen's eyelids were completely closed, and he didn't notice that the eerie black rain that seemed to be continuous stopped abruptly the second the man disappeared.

"jingle bell jingle bell..."

The sleep was interrupted by the ringing of the bell, Fang Yue deftly turned off the switch, opened his eyes, and inexplicably felt a pain in his neck, which might be a stiff neck.

He raised his hands and rubbed his shoulders and neck, and sat up slowly.

Some forgot how he fell asleep last night, and vaguely remembered that he had dealt with the nightingale on the window sill, and in the end he won, and the nightingale sang a song and flew away gracefully.

Fortunately, the quality of sleep was not affected by its disturbing singing. As long as you ignore the abnormality on your neck, you can say that you wake up refreshed.

There was morning class today, Fang Yue got up and went to the playground for two laps at seven o'clock, and then went directly to the cafeteria.

He lives a healthy life and never misses a breakfast.

While eating omelets with purple rice porridge, he was a little absent-minded. The screen of his phone was fixed on a dialog with someone, and the last item in the chat history was still on the discussion they "liked" yesterday.

Maybe every person in love is like this, now Fang Yue is only standing by the gate of love, and has already been blown out of the state of "one day is like three autumns" by the sweet whirlwind inside the gate.

He obviously only saw Meng Weiyi yesterday, and when he woke up from a nap, he suddenly felt very missing him...

Even Fang Yue himself felt ashamed of his sticky psychology, and even thought that he might be the legendary clingy lover when he fell in love, so much so that his face started to turn red while eating breakfast .

But this is not the only thing he is concerned about in his mind. Fang Yue was just about to cut out to see if there is any new information in the niche mythology forum. information.

He swallowed the omelet stuck in his throat with difficulty, wiped his hands with a tissue, and solemnly picked up the phone.

"Good morning"

A greeting without punctuation made Fang Yue notice the flowers. He responded with a smile, "Good morning", and attached a few cute panda head emoticons.

A few seconds later, the other party sent a message: "What do you mean?"

Fang Yue frowned, this time the other party's typing speed was much faster, but he didn't expect Meng Weiyi to take the route of "veteran cadres" who don't understand social networks.

Just as he was about to tap and send some explanations, a person sat down opposite him.

Fang Yue raised his eyes to look over, and what he saw was the opponent's slender hands with well-defined joints, and a bottle of hot milk being pushed over.

"Sorry, I don't quite understand what you posted." He had a gentle smile on his face, his eyes were focused on Fang Yue, and his tone was very gentle.

"It's nothing, just some emoticons to show friendliness, don't worry about it."

Fang Yue was so nervous that he blinked faster, when will he overcome the uncontrollable shyness when facing the other party!

He put down the spoon, wiped his mouth, thought for a while, and decided to take this opportunity to talk face-to-face with someone about the topic discussed in the V letter yesterday.

When he was thinking about how to speak, Meng Weiyi spoke suddenly.

"I would like to invite you to visit my art exhibition this afternoon, is that okay?" He unhurriedly handed over a black gold-stamped metal card.

The card looked very high-end, and those who didn't know it would think it was a certain work of art, but it turned out to be a ticket for an art exhibition.

Fang Yue glanced at the information on the card. The theme of the exhibition was the dark and strange tales of the Western Middle Ages, which was Meng Weiyi's consistent style.

The last time I saw "God Loves the World" is actually a healing style that is incompatible with his other works.

In addition to the photocopies of some of his famous works on related themes, the content of the exhibition will also include fresh drawings that have never been published before.

The entry threshold for this art exhibition will be extremely high, and it must be hard to find a ticket.

Fang Yue thought about it, and suddenly realized that the other party was a talented painter who was well-known both at home and abroad. He had already achieved fame at a young age. He was a man of legend who lived in legends, not an ordinary male college student like himself.

In the previous contact, he had unconsciously forgotten that there was a difference between the two of them.

Fang Yue was silent for a while, and while taking the tickets, he suddenly held the white hand that handed the tickets in a jerk.

He thought, how could there be a problem of incompatibility in a relationship?

As long as they have the same mind, all negative emotions caused by unequal status are self-deprecating.

It's hard to imagine that Fang Yue, who is often shy and not confident enough, would hold such a point of view.

But he is only nervous, but not timid, especially in the field of love, which he has not yet had the opportunity to achieve.

He even thought, so what if Meng Weiyi is the moon above the sky to some extent?If two people like each other, even if the other is a god, he still has the courage to chase after him.

He did this on impulse, just wanting to understand the other party's mind.

Although I started to feel ashamed after reacting, I didn't regret it.

"..."

Meng Weiyi looked a little surprised, but he didn't pull his hand away, allowing Fang Yue to insert his fingers between his fingers one by one, then chuckled lightly, and immediately clasped it back and interlocked his fingers.

It may be a psychological effect, Fang Yue always felt that there was something else in Meng Weiyi's smile, which made him blush and heartbeat.

Especially when the other party is still rubbing his fingertips, it's so ambiguous!

The temperature of the palms touching was so real, Fang Yue's palms were sweating, but he was unwilling to let go. He suspected that he might be suffering from skin thirst.

Under the gaze of the other party's deep pupils, he lowered his head, coughed twice, and responded more than a beat and a half later: "Yes."

- Willing to go to art exhibitions.

- anything.