God forbids me to fall in love

Fang Yue did not recover from the shock and doubt, mechanically opened the book and turned the pages stiffly. In fact, his brain was not translating those foreign languages ​​at all, but his pupils were fixed on it as if he was concentrating on reading.

He is in the state of an elementary school student who is distracted in class and pretends to be reading textbooks, although it is not intentional.

It wasn't until there was a "gurgling" protest in his stomach that Fang Yue suddenly woke up, he should go eat.

It was also at this time that my mind was so flexible that I inadvertently captured the key words on the current page.

A series of interesting words such as "God", "Heaven", "God descends into the sun", "power of faith" and so on burst into view.

Fang Yue's hand turning over the book suddenly became faster. He stared at the ten lines with his eyes wide open. Although his analytical ability did not keep up with the words word by word, he could probably understand one out of ten.

After turning two or three pages like this, his footsteps were a little unsteady, and he couldn't help but gasp.

he looks like……

Lucky to catch a needle out of the ocean?

Although the purpose of this trip is here, it is true that there is not much hope for it.

……

Returning to the dormitory with the unnamed mythical book borrowed with the library card he just applied for, Fang Yue still felt very unreal.

He was not unlucky, and even became lucky. No matter how he thought about it, he felt unscientific.

It might be a big project to study this book, and he was ready for word-by-word fine translation, although he really wanted to get into it right away to understand what the so-called "No.1 Civilization" and "Virnes" were, but He has more urgent things to do tonight.

Tomorrow, there will be a voluntary activity for the art museum. In order to give the children a sufficient viewing experience, he has to recite the introduction of the art exhibits of the art museum in advance to learn about the life and creative background of each relevant artist.

Thinking of this, Fang Yue could only put down the book, open the official website of the art museum non-stop, and cooperate with the notice in the volunteer group, trying to acquire relevant knowledge.

In fact, he had already done this preparation in the middle of the week, and now it was just a temporary review before the exam.

In this exhibition, there is a painting called "God Loves the World", which was painted by Meng Weiyi when he was 14 years old. It was auctioned off by a wealthy businessman for 88 yuan, and what is on display now is just a copy.

Fang Yue didn't have any special feelings when he was doing the relevant homework, but after experiencing the somewhat inexplicable "encounter" during the day, when he came to face the other's work, his mood was a bit complicated.

He clicked on the big picture on the Internet and looked at the painting intently. The whole picture has a warm tone, which is quite different from the dark color style of Meng Weiyi's other works. This is one of his few works without any post-modern gloom. People feel warm and bright.

In the painting, there is a vague figure of a god in a holy white robe, and there is no concrete depiction of the face or figure of the god.

The white robe is revealed because it hangs down. In fact, only one hand that is hanging down from the sky can be completely peeped by the world, and that pair of white and perfect hands is holding a red rose and handing it to the world in the lower right corner. mortals in

The mortals closed their eyes and bowed their heads docilely in the direction of the gods, with their hands on their chests praying.He didn't seem to realize that the gods were sending him flowers, but there was a benevolent smile on his face, as if praying for something.

Although the title of the portrait is God So Loves All, only this one mortal and the "half" god are depicted in the entire painting.

According to the interpretation of some critics, the painter is using one person to represent thousands of people, expressing God's tenderness and love for his people who believe in him, which has the charm of religious paintings in the Renaissance.

Meng Weiyi himself has never responded positively to the media's questions and remarks on his creative motivation.

He became famous at a young age, and he is different from those painters who only made a fortune after death, but they are the same in ignoring public comments and interpretations.

People can't, he refuses.

I have to say that this painting is really beautiful and very artistic.Fang Yue recited the introduction of dozens of works of art, but he was deeply impressed by it, and even recalled the content of the painting in his sleep.

In the dream, he assumed the perspective of a mortal. In the misty clouds, the god stretched out a hand to him, and handed him a dewy rose.

He was not praying, but took it in a daze, but his finger was stabbed by the sharp thorn on the rose branch, and the bright red blood dripped down, staining the whole world red.

Then there was lightning, thunder and torrential rain, Fang Yue felt cold all over, and woke up with a jerk.

It seemed that the sky outside was not bright yet. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, only to realize that it was time to get up, so he quickly put this strange dream behind him and got up to wash.

It takes about four to 10 minutes from the school to the art museum. When he walked out of the dormitory, he found that the weather outside was very cloudy and the air pressure was very low.

In the distance, a few dark clouds covering the sky and the sun are drifting over, and it looks like it must be raining.

The weather forecast clearly stated that today would be sunny, Fang Yue sighed, and went back to the dormitory to take an umbrella.

Sure enough, when Fang Yue arrived at the art museum, it was already raining heavily outside, one autumn rain and one cold, and he couldn't stand it with only a thin sweater.

Fang Yue put on the volunteer's little vest, and waited for the team of primary school students wearing plastic raincoats. It was really difficult for them to come to participate in social practice on a rainy weekend.

With the little Doudings assigned to him in the second class of the third grade, Fang Yue skillfully chose a staggered peak route, stretched out his hand to explain in a decent manner, and answered a few innocent and lovely questions from the primary school students from time to time. went very well.

By the time I got to "God Loves the World", I had already entered the end of the route, and the event was almost over.

Fang Yue proficiently uttered the introductory words that he remembered in his heart in a simple and easy-to-understand way: "The name of this painting is called God Loves the World. It is one of the representative works of the talented painter Meng Weiyi in his youth. When everyone sees When painting, did you feel the warmth and healing in it..."

A little boy in the team looked up at the painting, turned his head to look at Fang Yue after a while, and repeated this two or three times, only to hear him say to Fang Yue with a smile: "Big brother, this person looks like you."

He tried to stand on tiptoe and stretch his arms to meet the mortal in the portrait, but their homeroom teacher quickly held him down.

"Really?" Fang Yue also looked over, except that everyone had two eyes, a nose and a mouth, and there was no similarity.

Just as he was about to bring back the interrupted topic, the little girl with a shofar braid at the head of the line grabbed his hand, blinked her big grape-like eyes and asked, "Why is the name of the painting called God Loves the World, but inside There is only one person, so why not let God love one person?”

Fang Yue had already prepared for this question. He rubbed the little girl's head confidently, and repeated the reviewer's interpretation that he had reviewed yesterday: "This is to replace ten thousand with one person, because the entire group of people in the world cannot be depicted, so ..."

"Ah ah ah"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden scream in the art gallery, followed by screams and cries one after another, and the chaotic footsteps revealed that the scene had become uncontrollable.

"Run, ahh, help, someone is holding a knife here!"

"Where are the security guards? Save people first!"

Fang Yue was terrified when he heard it. He could hear the sound coming from the exhibition area next door. Although he hadn't figured out what happened yet, he didn't dare to delay, and arranged for the team he led to follow the teacher to the escape exit.

The children were in a mess in panic, and the class teacher also maintained order in confusion and shock.

Fang Yue quickly ran to the lobby, and saw a lady lying on the ground, she looked like she should be the accompanying teacher, her shoulders were bleeding a lot, and people in volunteer costumes were squatting and crying in a panic around her Call the police and call an ambulance.

The art museum is closed today and is only open for primary school students participating in social practice. The museum is almost full of women and children who have no resistance. A vicious gangster came in and wounded people with a knife. The consequences would be disastrous.

The various screams of the children can almost pierce the eardrums.

Fang Yue hurriedly found the gangster's location. The incident happened suddenly, and the security guards were also rushing here, but the gangster was already holding a knife and waving at a little girl who was falling behind and was crying on the ground.

Fang Yue moved faster than he thought, he almost flew over and pinned the man's legs from behind, while controlling his neck with both hands, he stopped the bloody knife.

With him taking the lead to control, others stepped forward one after another. Some hugged the little girl out of danger, and some came to subdue the gangster with their hands.

The gangster's spirit had long been disturbed, and he uttered a few ape-like cries with great strength.

Fortunately, the security guards had also arrived, and everyone worked together to control the violence.

Fang Yue accidentally cut his arm while fighting with the gangsters. The wound looked a bit hideous, but fortunately it was not serious.

Both the ambulance and the police arrived at the scene quickly, and the media also rushed to the scene. Fang Yue followed the female teacher whose shoulder was chopped into the ambulance and bandaged the wound.

At this moment, the light rain outside had already turned into a torrential rain, and the noise of people mixed with the sound of the rain made Fang Yue's head go numb.If it wasn't for his poor condition, he might have struggled to show a dignified smile to the camera.

He supported his arm and got into the ambulance under the escort. In fact, there was nothing serious except for bleeding, but it might be that he didn't eat a good breakfast today, and he felt more and more dizzy.

The one nurse in front of me became two, one bandage became three, the clear vision became blurred, and the whole world was shaken.Unexpectedly, he was so weak, Fang Yue finally closed his eyes tiredly, and fell asleep.

At the last second, he remembered the night when he was stopped on the overpass a few days ago, the bloody disaster mentioned by the fortune teller, could it be today...