God forbids me to fall in love

"You..." Fox took a step forward and seemed to have something to say, but was stopped by Tommy raising his hand.

He looked at Tommy's back hesitantly, pursed his lips and thought for two seconds, and did not make another sound.

Moen saw everything in his eyes. Although he was puzzled by Tommy's appearance, he could also understand that the person with the highest right to speak at this moment seemed to be his teacher.

His heart hangs in the air, waiting for a firm verdict.

Murder, condemnation, these crimes combined, is it worth the death penalty or decades of prison life?

Tommy looked at Moen quietly, and said, "Moen, you will no longer be a student of the boarding school. The will of the gods can no longer penetrate into your heart, and there is no need for you to stay here anymore. .”

This means quitting school.

Moen lowered his head silently, waiting for Tommy to list his crimes and punishment clearly.

He waited for a long time, until his palms were covered with sweat, which seemed to make Veleder's body temperature hot and humid.

But Tommy never spoke again.

Fox seemed to have the same doubts as him, only to hear him ask uncertainly from behind: "...Is it over?"

"Killing is wrong after all." Tommy turned around with a pitiful and sad expression at last, leaving only Moen's back, facing all the members of the church.

He paused, and suddenly sang loudly: "Father Griffin is great, he dedicated his life to the gods, to society, and to every child who was once shrouded in shadow. In order to arrest the fugitive trafficker Mike, he fought with his life to the last moment until he died with him. The gods cannot tolerate such a vicious maggot like Mike living in the world. It is an elegy to Father Griffin. We are proud of the existence of such a great and selfless hero in Renvayo."

Fox's expression was very complicated, and the surrounding clergy were also silent.

"...?"

Moen didn't realize what Tommy was saying at first. He felt it dull for a long time. He thought Tommy still refused to believe that Father Griffin was a bad person, but he didn't expect him to say that the two of them died together.

That is to say, in front of everyone, Tommy excluded him and Willard from the incident openly and aboveboard.

Even if Moen had personally admitted to the murder a second ago.

"Why?" Moen wanted to ask, he didn't know why Tommy wanted to protect him.

But he didn't ask, his heart was beating violently, and he was afraid that he would be discouraged when he opened his mouth.

"Master Tommy, are you sure this is right?" Simon hesitated and asked hesitantly.

"It's the will of the gods. The missing person has been found. It's an oolong. Please come back, my lords."

Tommy nodded, and finally left such a sentence, his back was very heavy, and he walked towards the periphery of the crowd.

Fox stood there for a long time, looking at an envelope in his hand, and Moen noticed sharply that it was the letter paper he grabbed casually last night.

In addition, there seems to be some other information, which is stored in a whole large file bag.

Has the letter been taken?How could it be so fast, and what happened behind it that he didn't know?

Fox silently exerted force with his hand, almost poking a hole in the stack of papers.

He stared fixedly for a long time, and looked up at Moen and Willard from time to time, and suddenly turned his head and walked towards the carriage without saying a word.

Before getting into the car, he raised his hand and made a gesture of waving outwards, calling for everyone to evacuate quietly.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and a group of people returned to the carriage in silence. The footsteps of people and horses staggered and gradually drifted away.

It seems to be nothing more than a farce, empty and suspended.

I thought that the thorny problem was a mountain that could crush people until they couldn't get up again, but I didn't expect that it was just a soap bubble, which had been blown away by the wind before poking it with my hands.

"What should we do next?" Moen asked in relief.

He tried his best not to lose his composure just now, but after the person left, he realized that his forehead was covered with sweat and his legs were also limp.

He couldn't help leaning slightly on Velede. Although the other party didn't say anything under his hint just now, it was the source of his sense of security.

Is the crisis really over, and why isn't it real at all?

Velede patted his head, so calm that Moen wondered if he knew all the unknowns long ago.

"Live well," he said.

He stretched out his hand to give Moen an intimate hug, and gently rubbed Moen's ear.

Moen was still in a daze, but instinctively hugged him back, his heart was suddenly filled.

Canyang hit from behind them, casting a shadow that merged into one on the ground.

Their hair was intertwined, like a pair of close lovers.

……

Moen often wondered why this time the ending was so different from the previous ones.

Finally came to a simple conclusion - he sees everything.

Knowing all the causes and effects, he would not choose to stand on the opposite side of Velede, and firmly held Velede's hand in front of all forked roads. This seemed to be the most important key to overcome all misfortunes.

as Willard said that night

"From the moment you choose to stand with me, no disaster will happen again."

Moen felt that he had an important thing to do.

He secretly sorted out the manuscripts that he had secretly written with Velede on his back these days, and hid himself to write a speech.

The feeling of foresight is really good, he doesn't want to live in the hood again in his later life, so he has to give himself a little reminder.

Why not record the story so future Moen can realize it?

Better to know everything before the gods find him.

Moen is writing hard at his desk

"...

I stayed in this era, but I know you will go further.

I will always be here to watch and bless you.

I dedicate this book to myself.

—Moen Squire”

"What are you writing?"

Moen clutched the leather notebook guiltily, turned his head away, and was about to talk nonsense, but someone swallowed what he hadn't said yet.

"..."

Too foul.

The throbbing sensation passed through his body like an electric shock, Moen closed his eyes, and lightly bit Velede.

The other party didn't care, and the warm tip of his tongue penetrated into his lips and teeth provocatively.

He even took a step to trap him between his arms and the desk.

Moen was kissed in a mess.

He didn't know that one of the hands holding him quietly helped him to the table.

Veled's white finger tapped on the notebook, and a millimeter-sized scar appeared on the pad of his ring finger, from which a drop of bright red blood leaked out.

Beads of blood fell onto the book along the fingertips, and bloomed into a blooming flower along the invisible lines, which penetrated into it in an instant and disappeared.

Then Velede's wound healed quickly, and the skin was intact, as if nothing had happened.

After the hand completed its mission, it no longer "negligently", returned to Moen's waist, and stretched into the man's clothes with a cold temperature, causing waves of pleasure and trembling.

In the room, the two breaths are ambiguously intertwined, and the skin is close to each other in the narrow small world.

Everything has become a matter of course.

……

Its daybreak.

Fang Yue, or Moen, opened his eyes.

The book of mythology lay quietly beside his pillow.

He had a very long, very long dream.

It was a happy and peaceful life like never before, although it was not very long.

Later, the two of them really never encountered any misfortunes or disasters as Velede said, and spent many bright tomorrows together.

but……

Fang Yue stared blankly at the upper bed board.

After a long time, he covered his face and took a deep breath.

It was as if he had watched a long immersive movie, and after the curtain call he didn't know how to get out of the theater.

It turned out that he still lost to Vernes in the end, and he was not the one who awakened first.

The phone under the pillow suddenly started vibrating.

Fang Yue got up from the bed and turned on the phone with trembling hands. He was clearly prepared, but what he saw was not the caller ID of the person he thought of, but countless messages that popped up in an instant. .

It has to be said that these overwhelming news constituted an iron net of the real world to some extent, and brought back his dangling and floating soul.

Fang Yue suddenly felt a lot more alive.

He clicked on the message list and frowned slightly.

About five or sixty people had messaged him, most of whom weren't even close friends, just acquaintances.

There are also quite a few groups in @他, which are basically messy course groups and community work groups added by universities.

what happened?

Fang Yue became nervous all of a sudden, and he quickly clicked on the dialog box at the top, Han Yinglu, who had sent him the most messages and was the person he was most familiar with.

Soon, he realized that this was a wrong decision. Han Yinglu seemed to be too excited, and sent him a series of exclamation words and a dozen emoticons expressing shock, with very little real information.

"Fang Yue! What's going on, my god! My god! You're in love!"

"Is my CP actually real? Don't tell me you guys are brothers!"

"God, is it he who I divination for you before?"

"Why is this happening, don't sleep, and respond quickly, the BBS is blown up!"

"No matter how you look at it, this person is you...【Link】"

What is Han Yinglu talking about... Was he secretly photographed?

What big news happened to him?

Fang Yue held his breath and clicked on the link.

"Title: This new work by MWY?! What's going on, let's eat melons!!

1l: [picture] [picture]

2L: This is definitely not a self-portrait. By the way, has Meng Weiyi not been interviewed in person for so many years?So many people don't know what he looks like?At least everyone in our school has seen him, and the painting is not himself.

3L: Go back upstairs, look at the sign at the bottom corner, the main reason is that the name of this painting is "The Only One". If it is indeed a self-portrait of MWY, it is really quite different. (I don't think it's necessary to praise this little artist so highly, the level seems to be mediocre ==)

4L: Don't be sour on the third floor, everyone knows how well this painting is drawn.Where was the owner filmed?Is there an exhibition recently? I want to see the site.It's really shocking. I personally think this is his best work.

……

56L: Am I the only one who thinks I've seen the people in this painting?It looks too familiar.

57L: Upstairs you are not alone, I was f*cking shocked, isn’t this the FY who took the big class with me?It's really exactly the same, no one mentioned it before!

58L: Fang Yue? [Picture] The second from the right in the last row, let's see for yourself, it can be said to be a photo.

59L: Do these two know each other?Meng Wei's painting is so beautiful!I didn't even know there was such a handsome guy in our school.

……

98l: It should be the model I'm looking for, it's quite suitable.

99L: But why do you have to name your work "Only" to draw a model? I'm stunned! !

100L: Blind student upstairs, you finally discovered Huadian, I really care about this!This is clearly a confession, right? Are these two in love?

......"

Fang Yue brushed to the bottom floor in one breath, and almost lay back on the bed in shock.

He tremblingly opened the pictures of the main building. The first one was obviously taken from the art gallery that Meng Weiyi took him to.

At a distance of about one meter, the picture frame is enclosed in the center of the picture.

It was a square bust portrait of a handsome young male.

Brownish hair, fair skin, delicate facial features...they are uniquely pleasing to the eye.

He stared straight at the person outside the painting with soft and pure eyes. He obviously didn't smile, but his eyes were slightly bent, as if expressing his love.

The overall color of the picture is warm yellow, very similar to Meng Weiyi's other healing work "God Loves the World", and the background is also rendered lightly, like soft clouds.

The lower left corner of the painting is marked with a letter M, which is the symbol of Meng Weiyi, and many of his works are marked with this code.

This is really an excellent work. Even though Moen felt awkward looking at it like looking at a mirror with a super filter, he had to admit that he was shocked.

The overflowing tenderness and love intuitively hit his nerves.

It made him seem to be wrapped in a big ball of cotton candy, and he swallowed his mouth full of sweetness while suffocating.