God forbids me to fall in love

……

June in Cape Mans Harbor is a rainy month.

It is said that this year has been particularly rainy, and even the sea level has risen a bit.

Aunt Shanna raised her eyebrows when she heard the sound of rain, stopped kneading the dough, washed her hands, and quickly walked out of the house with the high-end umbrella her son bought from a developed capital town last year.

Every opportunity to show off shouldn't be missed.

She raised her head proudly, imitating the descriptions of ladies from wealthy families she had seen in newspapers, and put on a reserved look. She raised her fingers slightly while holding the umbrella, and raised half of her arms when she walked, with her palms facing upwards. ——She still lacks a bag that can be worn on her wrist.

After finally seeing another person in the rain, Shanna quickly stepped up and prepared to pass in front of that person.

But after she got closer to see who that person was, the expression on her face immediately became ugly. She put away her posture in half disgust and half fear, and stopped moving forward.

"Bridge! My grandson Bridge!" wailed the old woman in the battered hat in the rain.

Her eyes didn't seem to work very well, and she poked and pointed at the roadblock ahead with the stick in her hand like a blind person.

The road was slippery in rainy days, and she staggered and fell to the ground while walking.

Shanna bit her lip and hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward with a frown.

"Grandma Joan..." she yelled, "Don't look for it, go home quickly, it's only been a month and a half, and the newspaper didn't say that the Scott family's ship had returned."

Shanna hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out her hand to hold Grandma Joan's withered arm, trying to pull her up.

"Bridge, good boy, it's you who came back..." Grandma Joan was crying on the ground, but when Shanna approached, she suddenly held her hand tightly and rubbed it against her face, "I As I said before, don’t go to sea, the sea monster will take your life! You child, are you finally willing to listen?”

"Oh, what are you doing!" Shanna pulled out her hand angrily, with some tears from Grandma Joan on it, and maybe even saliva!

She rubbed against her body in disgust, straightened up and was about to leave.

She shouldn't have had a sudden kindness, Joan the crazy woman had been ill ever since her grandson Bridge had been a sailor.

Wandering in the small harbor all day long, calling Bridge's name every day, crying and cursing, and muttering about some man-eating monsters in the sea.

This is unlucky in the first place, and he is clearly cursing his grandson.

Shanna's own son also went to participate in the sailor's recruitment, so naturally he couldn't understand Granny Joan's crazy rhetoric even more.

Shanna walked home without looking back, letting the old woman behind her wail loudly again.

It's just that the content of the other party's wailing this time made her feel unwell

"All dead! All dead!"

Grandma Joan's sharp voice pierced through the pattering rain and pierced her ears. Shanna turned around angrily and was about to yell at her, when she saw Joan slapping the bricks and stones on the ground with a heart-wrenching look, constantly yelling The three words "all dead" were repeated.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and the light rain when we went out had a faint tendency to turn into a heavy rain.

It was obviously in the afternoon, and the sky became more and more gloomy, a bit like the evening.

A little red-haired boy with a cardboard hat came running in the distance, approached with a fresh newspaper in his arms, and was also frightened by Joan's movement and made a detour.

Until he ran to Shanna's side, he couldn't help turning his head and looking back at the crazy old woman.

"Aunt Shanna, your newspaper." He stuffed a newspaper into Shanna's hand, and ran towards another "luxury house" that ordered a newspaper.

Shanna was angrily about to swear at Grandma Joan, but her breath got stuck in her throat when she was interrupted like this, but she still couldn't vent it in the end.

She glared at Joan bitterly, then picked up a corner of the newspaper and prepared to go back and study what was popular with the wealthy group recently, but such a glance made her see a few key words.

Is there news from Scott's ship?

Concerned about her son, Shanna stopped where she was and read the relevant report with the umbrella under her neck.

But she just read the title, and her body stiffened uncontrollably.

The umbrella fell to the ground, and Shanna stood there for a long time. She looked at the notice about the ship over and over again, but her eyes gradually lost focus.

From acceptance to reaction to complete breakdown, Shanna opened her mouth, but didn't make any sound.

She raised her trembling hands to cover her face, shrugged her shoulders twice, a few choked sobs escaped from her throat, and then she knelt directly on the ground.

The newspaper in my hand also fell down and was wet by the rain, but the bold and bold typeface was indelible even in the pouring rain.

"The Scott ocean liner sank 30 meters from Marg's Ferry on June [-]. No one was spared."

Shanna's whole world was shaken, and she looked up at the overcast sky, crying silently and helplessly as she slapped the ground.

She didn't hear the flood that washed away everything behind her, and even if she heard it, she probably wouldn't be able to make any resistance.

The torrential waves are as high as several floors, whistling and galloping from the ocean to the land, and the torrential rain from the sky is also mixed in, singing the song of death and destroying everything on every inch of land.

The ocean is wantonly engulfing the land, and the current is mercilessly obliterating life

There was no time to react, the overturning flood had already swept in front of Shanna, knocked her down to the ground, and submerged her.

The pain of bereavement gave way under the panic that her life was threatened at this moment. Shanna only had time to drink a sip of water, and her consciousness had already died in pain.

Her body, together with other equally insignificant people in the disaster, was destroyed, engulfed, and wiped out along with numerous buildings and trees...

In the face of natural disasters, human beings are no different from a blade of grass, an insect, or a grain of sand.

A civilization that has lasted for thousands of years can also be broken at any time.

The countless brilliance and achievements it has created, after the end, may be nothing more than a few numbers in an unknown mythical book after countless epochs

"The end of No.1 type civilization, because of a doomsday flood."

……

In mid-May, the weather gradually warmed up.

Although the ocean is more or less cooler than the land, it is still not comfortable for the bottom sailors who have to be immobile under the dual effects of sea wind and scorching sun every day.

Just on this Scott family ocean-going ship, which shouldered the noble mission of developing civilization, several sailors in coarse uniforms chatted casually while casting nets.

"We are so lazy, that Ferguson saw it, and he withdrew his dinner again." A sailor spat out the dry grass roots in his mouth, squinting his eyes and looking back to the direction of the small deck door from time to time.

"This is considered lazy? What's wrong with chatting and talking? We are at least doing work, and that person..." The person next to him curled his lips and said indignantly.

"How can we compare with others, the poor who don't even want to face, there is always a chance to sanction him when he gets off the boat."

The previous sailor squinted at the direction of the third sailor not far away while talking, his companion raised his eyebrows knowingly, and yelled at the man: "Bridge!"

The sailor named Bridge flinched and turned his head sullenly.

"Look at the expression on his father who just died..." The second sailor muttered to his companion, and then asked Bridge again: "Hey, that kid Moen is clinging to Young Master Victor, you Are you envious! Looking at you, you probably like men too!"

This is not the first time they have asked this question. Every time they think about it, they have to "hustle" Bridge for fun. After all, they are out of touch with the person involved now.

Bridge blushed and glared at them, turned his head back angrily, and said nothing.

He felt very uncomfortable.

In the past two days, he has been caught and laughed at a lot, just because of his good friend Moen.

Moen accidentally fell into the sea two days ago, young master Victor was kind, took him to the room on the top floor, and invited the exclusive doctor on board to take care of him. Unexpectedly, Moen seemed to be out of his mind when he got up.

The sailors are not qualified to witness that scene, but it is said that Moen was inexplicably about to jump back into the sea at that time, and shouted nonsense, "I have already cracked it, this is an illusion, let me go back" under the obstruction of others. and so on.

It wasn't until Victor showed up in person that he was appeased.

Many sailors secretly said that Moen was just pretending, and his purpose was to entangle Victor, the little prince of the capital empire, in an upright and shameless way, so as to get rid of his status as a poor man.

Because after this incident, Victor did treat a low-level male sailor as a lover!

Moen's plan worked.

It just made everyone grit their teeth.

And Moen, the protagonist himself who is in the center of the vortex and set off a bloody storm, is still unaware of it.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a worried face at the moment, turning his head to look at the sea view outside the window from time to time.

Moen stopped talking a few times, but couldn't help but said, "This place is much stronger than the Yongdu River, and the illusion has lasted for two days... Dream God clearly told me that as long as you cross the Yongdu River , Climb the Liefeng Mountain, and climb the migratory bird steps to send you back to the kingdom of heaven, how can there be an extra link?"

"Victor" didn't speak, and silently handed a plate of rare fruits to Moen.

It's just that Moen became more and more excited as he talked. He pushed the fruit plate away and stood up directly: "Could it be that there is a hidden mystery behind this? You said before climbing the Migratory Bird Sky Stairs that perhaps it was right to stop there. Could it be, could it be that we went the wrong way?"

Victor was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then lost his mind. His eyes were clearly fixed on Moen, but he seemed to be looking at something else.

"What's wrong with you?" Moen asked his god cautiously.

Vernes was the only object he could rely on in the strange environment woven by this illusion.

Everything here is different from the world he lives in. There are many things he has never seen or heard of, and many humans dressed in strange, vulgar and godless clothes.

"...It's just that I didn't expect that you still remembered this sentence."

Victor smiled, but the smile never entered his eyes, and even seemed a bit bitter.