God forbids me to fall in love

"Meow meow……"

The always docile cat suddenly struggled. It turned into a sideways lying position, pushed Moen's arm with one paw, and whined softly.

Of course, Moen couldn't understand cat language, but he understood the cat's state of resistance, maybe it was irritated by his unfamiliar stroking.

"Okay, I won't touch you anymore."

He quickly withdrew his hand, got up and looked around the room, his eyes settled on a bag of biscuits in his backpack.

Moen stepped forward to unpack the package, used oiled paper as a container, broke two biscuits into crumbs that were easy to eat, poured some drinking water on them, stirred them, and placed them in front of the cat.

"Meow meow meow."

The cat didn't eat it at first, and was still talking to Moen in cat language. After finding that Moen couldn't understand it at all, he slowly tapped the broken biscuits with his tongue and ate, looking extremely reluctant.

"I've wronged you, I'll find you something delicious tomorrow." Moen promised.

It was very late now, after the cat was settled, Moen simply washed up and was ready to go to bed.

As soon as he touched the pillow, he felt drowsy, perhaps because he had exhausted all his energy and strength today.

At the last second, he seemed to see the cat "Wiled", who was lying on the ground, got up and jumped onto his bed very lightly.

Moen tried to stop it, but his eyelids were too heavy to open.

Within ten seconds, he had quietly fallen asleep.

……

There is the sound of water flowing.

And the rustling of the wind.

Like lying on a cloud, soft and relaxed.

Everything seemed so quiet and peaceful, and Moen was immersed in this tenderness and comfort, unwilling to wake up.

Generally speaking, he only clearly knows that he is dreaming when he has a nightmare.

This time it was an accident.

"Moen, hello."

……Um?

Someone was calling him again—wait, why did you say again?

"Long time no see, why don't you open your eyes and look at me?"

This is a voice that has never been heard before, a crisp child's voice between male and female voices.

But the tone of the voice was not at all like a child's, neither fast nor slow, on the contrary, there was a sense of seduction and stability.

Moen ordered himself to withdraw from the enjoyment. He opened his eyes and saw a milky white long-haired cat sitting on his chest.

It was so strange that it was a cat who spoke to him!

"Wilder?" He exclaimed the name he had just chosen.

Although the appearance of this cat was much cleaner and cuter than the Willed he picked up, he could also recognize the other through those familiar eyes.

"No, no, I'm not Velede." The cat raised its two front paws and covered Moen's mouth in a panic, "Don't call me that, it's someone else's name, I have a name myself."

Moen reacted blankly for a while, and waited until the cat took its paw away before saying embarrassedly: "Sorry, I don't know what you think, and I won't call you that in the future. What's your name, please?"

The cat licked its hair gracefully and said, "I'm a cat."

"Cat?"

"My name is Cat."

It looked up at Moen intently, and seemed to sigh a little: "I didn't expect that you completely forgot about me. I still remember that year when you were selected into the temple to take care of me..."

"Huh?" Moen's brain stopped working, and he couldn't understand what the cat was talking about.

"That's right, according to the time cycle set by human beings, too long has passed." The cat looked very calm, and slowly jumped off Moen's body, "Sure enough, as the gods expected, everything finally It's come this far."

It didn't wait for Moen to respond, and changed the subject: "Moen, do you know where this is?"

Finally, there was a topic that Moen could understand. He nodded and replied, "I'm dreaming, right?"

"Yes, you are smarter than before." The cat said happily.

"After all, all this is too absurd to happen in reality." Moen murmured.

He sat up and looked around his surroundings.

Misty clouds and mists were everywhere, and he couldn't tell whether he was on the ground or in the air.

The cat looked into the distance with him, and said slowly: "Moen, we have to talk about something serious. I mean...you have met him. As long as you think about it, everything in the world will start to help you."

"Who is he?

Moen thought he had asked, but for some reason he held his breath and remained silent.

"In the past, he always had the privilege of overviewing the overall situation. You must be upset. How about letting you take the lead this time?" The cat tilted its head and looked at him. "Of course, that's what he meant. Your wish, he will always come true .You should have made a similar wish? Like 'need equality' or 'no longer be manipulated' or something like that. Anyway, he told me this billions of years ago, and he can't guess wrong."

"..."

"It's really embarrassing for the cat. He understands everything, but he doesn't understand love." The cat chuckled, and its furry tail gently hooked up, sweeping Moen's calf, "Moen, what you did back then Let him fall in love with you like you did—it’s too easy. My mission has been accomplished. Although I still want to catch up with you, the dream is always sudden and short. Then..."

Its tail dragged on for a long time, before it finished speaking, it suddenly jumped to the opposite side of Moen, searched twice from the clouds and mist, and brought back two stones.

Then it jumped on Moen's shoulder, hooked his arm with its claws, and put the stones into his hands one by one.

There were two cold touches in the palm, which seemed to contain infinite energy. Moen's breathing became heavy, and he clenched his fists inexplicably.

"You will do it, right?" The cat jumped back into the cloud again, turned its head and took a deep look at Moen.

Moen clearly didn't understand the cat's words, but instinctively nodded.

"I believe in you as much as he does. Come on, and... goodbye."

After speaking, it walked away, gradually disappearing from Moen's sight.

Moen froze in place, looking down at the silver pebble in his hand.

They are not flat, one has a smiley face on it and the other has a word on it

"meeting".

……

Moen suddenly sat up.

The sky is bright.

The quilt on his body was overturned and piled on his lap, and a few milky white cat hairs could be vaguely seen on it.

The cat was nestled in a ball on the clothes laid out for it last night, looking very innocent.

Moen held his somewhat messy head, and kept his sitting position without moving.

He dreamed again, dreaming of a series of...

inspiration.

Yes, inspiration.

This word is very suitable.

He couldn't believe that he would have the day when Evans springs up.

He has completely forgotten the many dreams of last night, but he still remembers the last dream before waking up.

In the dream, he came to a strange world, running on an endless grassland, chasing countless fluffy lambs.

And with a book in his hand, he read aloud to every tree, flower, blade of grass and sheep he caught, cultivating them with precious theological knowledge. heart.

The content of the dream became more and more vague, and Moen hurriedly got up and sat down at the desk, before he had time to sort it out, he wrote down the most firmly remembered passage in his mind in his notebook.

This is absolutely a wonderful theological point, no one in the world today has put forward such a constructive idea, the undiscovered truth is hidden in his dreams, and of course he wants to help it come out

"First, God has seven emotions and six desires. Second, God is not omnipotent. Third, God does not love the world..."

"Dongdong——Mr. Moen, are you okay? Uh, it's almost time for work. Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"

A nun's concerned question rang out from outside the door.

Moen's last stroke was distorted by a sudden knock on the door.

He put down the pen awkwardly, turned his head towards the direction of the door and quickly replied, "Sorry, I'll be fine soon!"

He almost got late on his first day of volunteering.

It was bright daylight, and seeing that the most devout believers had come to pray, he was still immersed in his sleep, so remiss.

Moen paused his thoughts, turned around and looked at the handwriting he had just left in a panic.

Seeing this, he was stunned.

He stared at the line of words, stood up hastily, and the chair under him made a sharp and piercing drawn-out sound on the wooden floor.

Is this really what he wrote himself just now?

Was this the hidden truth for which he had felt his heart throbbing in his half-dream?

Such a crooked theory that is so rebellious and contrary to orthodox theology.

how so……

The fingers clasped on the table turned white from the force, and Moen suppressed his disorganized breath, and tore the page from the notebook in panic.

This wasn't enough, he folded it and tore it into countless small pieces that couldn't be put together before exhaling.

Either way, just act like nothing happened.

Think of it as an unusual nightmare.

It is impossible for him to have such evil and anti-theological horror thoughts. It must be that the recent pressure has been a bit too much, and his mind was not clear when he first woke up.

Moen wrapped the paper scraps in another torn white paper, rolled it up and stuffed it into the deepest corner of his backpack.

Then he began to get dressed with a calm face, and even tidied up the room briefly.

Only the deep nail prints on his palms revealed the ups and downs in his heart.

Before going out, Moen prepared the biscuit mixture for the cat like last night.

He knelt down and put the food in front of the cat, and stroked its furry back with his hand.

"Wei, Wei..." Moen was about to say goodbye to it briefly, but for some reason, he couldn't say the name he had chosen on the spur of the moment yesterday.

He paused for a moment, then changed his words: "Cat, I want to leave for a while, stay in this room by myself, don't run around."

The cat tilted its head and rubbed against his arm in a dignified way.

"I hope there won't be any trouble."

Moen felt comforted, he stood up and whispered to himself.

"Meow meow."

The cat suddenly got up, as if trying to keep him.

Moen lowered his head and looked down. The place where the cat was lying on its stomach was vacated by it. On the dark coat covered with cat fur, there were actually two extra silver pebbles.

Shiny and clear, reminiscent of the high moon.

A smiley face is carved on one pebble, and a word is written on the other.

Moen froze in place, and the hands hanging on both sides felt numbness from fingertips one after another.

It was like wave after wave of waves washing over him back and forth, finally knocking him down on the shore, making him spin around, making it hard to tell the truth from reality.

"……meeting?"

he repeated softly.