God forbids me to fall in love

Moen believed that maybe the gentleman didn't want to let his "disheveled" appearance be exposed to outsiders, so when the tingling feeling passed, he still politely lowered his eyes and fixed on the grass, catching the sheep. At the same time, he kept apologizing in his mouth.

The lamb staggered as soon as it grabbed the leg of the lamb. Moen hugged the lamb in embarrassment, and repeated the three words "I'm sorry" to the Mr. who was hit by it for the hundredth time.

His embarrassed, frightened, and slightly funny look might have been seen in the other party's eyes, only to hear the noble and elegant gentleman chuckle, stood up and said: "It's okay, they are very cute."

The opponent's stature was very tall, and he became a shadow that blocked the sun in front of Moen.

Then Moen heard the sound of the fabric being torn, and the gentleman tore off a piece of sleeve and tore it into strips and handed it over.

"You can cover your eyes," he said.

Moen was still coaxing the lambs to leave, but he also nodded and took it respectfully after hearing the sound, even though he didn't understand why he did this.

As soon as he came into contact with the piece of cloth, Moen couldn't help rubbing it twice. The feeling was indescribable, like putting his hand into a bucket full of water and swirling the water. It was wonderful, comfortable, and slippery. .

It's just that his hand was shaking a little, and he accidentally touched the other party's finger.

Before Moen could react, he saw that his hands were on fire.

The flames spread rapidly along the finger that was in contact with the opponent, quickly burning the entire palm.

"Ah!" Moen cried out in pain, knelt down on the ground, grabbed his arm and kept beating, trying to put out the weird fire.

The other party froze for a moment, knelt down to stop Moen's movement, and held his palm in flames.

The fires were extinguished in an instant, leaving only a charred mark on his hand to prove that it had been there.

"...Thank you." Moen raised his head in shock.

Following his words, those jade-like hands withdrew back.

Moen's tears rolled down his face again, not because of the pain from the fire, but because he forgot to avoid his eyes in the pain, and once again saw the whole picture of the other party clearly.

Immediately his eyes began to sting again, but he refused to close them, or rather, he forgot to close them.

It's really... so handsome that it's not like ordinary people.

That is truly refined, sacred and inviolable, it seems that even looking at it from a distance is a kind of blasphemy to the other party.

Moen's mouth was wide open, and he saw the helpless look on the other person's face through his teary eyes, and then a light fragrance blew past the tip of his nose, and the next second his eyes were already covered with that cloud-like soft cloth strip.

"Don't look at me directly, you will go blind." The other party sighed softly.

Moen was silent for a while, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He is not a fool, he has naturally realized that the person in front of him may have an unattainable status.

Whether it is the appearance of the other party or what happened just now, it all shows the specialness and dignity of their identity.

Beings that cannot be seen directly, cannot be touched, and are not like mortals may not be mortals in the first place, but are above all things

God...?

Moen was lying on the ground in a kneeling posture, with tears running down his face.

Don't look at him in such an unbearable state, but those are all instinctive physiological reactions.

His heart was surprisingly calm, perhaps because the other party's attitude was too gentle, Moen was clearly aware of his identity, but he didn't panic too much, instead he was more shocked.

"Please forgive me." He lowered his head and said in an unsteady voice.

The good-tempered unknown god didn't have any extra reactions.

He naturally accepted the surrender from humans, but asked gently: "Whose believer are you, why didn't you participate in the God's Descending Day?"

He seemed to be just purely curious.

Moen got stuck, and stammered, "I, I have no faith."

Even though he was blinded by the cloth strips and could not see the face of the god, he could still feel the surprise of the other party for a moment.

Yes, how can there be human beings without faith? It is as inconceivable as a god without believers.

Moen showed a forced wry smile, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

To be honest, in this not-so-long life, he seldom felt ashamed of his origin. Even though people around him often made irresponsible remarks about his family background, he himself never felt that he was inferior.

But for some reason, at this moment, he wanted to run away because of the story behind this question.

Are children born in misery doomed not to have the right to be loved by God?

Moen's dark fingers clinged to his pants, wondering if the gods would be as angry and displeased with his existence as the uncle's family always warned.

"That's it." The god responded and sat back quietly.

Moen was a little at a loss, but felt the lamb that had just been blasted hit his shoulder, and immediately got up and resumed the struggle with the lambs.

The gods seemed to have a particularly high attraction to them, and the lambs followed one after another, and it was very difficult for Moen to catch them blindfolded.

In the end, he still hemmed and hawed while beating the sheep: "What is your name, please? Can I send the apology to your temple..."

He should go home with the sheep now, the gods did not sin against the sheep and he is the mercy of the gods, he can't go any further.

"Virnes."

The god was not hesitant to report his name, but Moen scratched his head in embarrassment, because he had never heard of this name, and he didn't know what kind of god it was in charge of, so naturally he couldn't find other people's temples.

But it would be too offensive to ask further.

He thought it was because of his lack of faith that he knew too little about the gods in the kingdom of heaven, but what the gods said next was a bit earth-shattering

"I don't have a temple."

Moen was stunned, how could there be a god without a temple?

Believers will spontaneously build temples for the gods they believe in. Otherwise, where can the gods come to bless the believers when the gods descend into the sun?

Vernes still pronounced the words unhurriedly and very naturally: "I have no believers."

"Why?!" Moen exclaimed directly, this is an incredible thing in this world.

He also suddenly remembered that today is the sun of the gods, and the gods appeared in the deserted fields because they had nowhere to go...?

"I have nothing in charge, and humans naturally have nothing to pray to me." There was a faint smile in his voice, despite answering three negatives in a row.

But it may be due to Moen's own psychological effects, he always felt that he could hear a trace of loneliness in it.

"I, I, if you don't dislike me, I..." Moen swallowed, and said enthusiastically, "I can be your believer!"

He is not a reckless person, but occasionally he has some impulses of his own.

The thought just spoken took root in his heart as God took his hand to quench the flame.

But at that time, he thought he was not qualified.

But now, would a god without believers reject his belief?

"...You have to know, I don't have anything that I can bestow on you." From Vernes' rare pause, it could be heard that he was also surprised by Moen's remarks.

"I want to be your believer." Moen repeated with a blushing face.

He had to be thankful that his eyes were covered, otherwise the dodging gaze would have exposed his inner shyness.

"...if you want." Vernes responded.

……

Moen drove all the lambs back to the sheepfold with a whip, and the white cloth strip was tied around his wrist.

He looked a little excited, and after closing the door of the sheepfold, he quickly ran back to his small attic, tidying up the simple furniture and cleaning the dust that didn't exist.

Then he took off the strip of cloth and tied it at the head of his bed, solemnly went to take a shower, and changed into the decent clothes that he had asked a tailor to make last year.

When everything was ready, Moen took two deep breaths, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and knelt on the ground as a prayer.

"O dear god Vernes, whom I believe in, who is omnipotent and who cherishes his people, please hear my voice, come down to this miserable world. I will always be grateful and praised, and uphold your will, I dedicate the rest of my life to you..."

Moen recited the prayers from his uncle's family that he had heard on a daily basis.

The environment was quiet for a second or two, and Moen could feel a burst of white light exploding in his small attic room with his eyes closed.

I was apprehensive, lest the gods would feel slighted.

After all, it was his brain that made a mistake and said "My room is your temple. When I have the ability, I will build the most magnificent temple in the world for you..." Such stupid words came.

Unexpectedly, the kind and tolerant god is also willing to cooperate with him, and is ready to catch the god's descending sun with half a day left...

Perhaps God is also curious about this unexperienced experience?

Moen's eyelashes fluttered subconsciously in tension, and he heard a familiar voice in the narrow attic.

"You can open your eyes. When I have your faith, you also have the right to see me." Vernes stood in the center of the attic, surrounded by a circle of white light, making him look even more holy.

With a smile on his face, he raised his left hand with some novelty, and looked at the red halo above it.

Moen foolishly maintained a praying posture, and looked over inexplicably.

"The power of faith." Vernes frowned, looking a little surprised.

It was the first time for a god without believers to come into contact with this thing.

He opened and closed his fingers slightly, and a small group of red light inside also flickered, like a small flame.

Then he put his soft and clear eyes on Moen, watched Moen turn into a cooked shrimp under his sight, and then slowly opened his lips and said: "The power of faith in red means . . . the love of believers?"

Moen raised his head abruptly, his heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.Facing the slightly teasing eyes of the god, he was a little slow to realize that his little thoughts were so invisible in front of the god.