Green Plum Island

Chapter 13: Goddess & Goddess

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"Who knows... you don't..."

"You little bastard is worried, it makes me angry..."

"Don't worry... come back and I'll ask..."

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Ah Gong and two uncle-level figures sitting on the wooden sofa chatting. I didn't expect there to be guests, so I was stunned before nodding and saying hello to them.

Hearing the voice, Grandpa turned his head and called me over: "Come here, Mian Mian." He introduced me one by one, "This is your Uncle Zhang, who lives next door, you should know him. Next to this is your Uncle Liu, you met when you were young. , I don't know if I still have an impression."

Uncle Zhang has the impression that he has been drinking with Grandpa all the time. Uncle Liu is also a little familiar, and he should have seen it before.

I called someone obediently: "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Liu."

Uncle Zhang looked at me with a strange look, like admiration, but also moved, and looked at Uncle Liu in relief, and exchanged glances with each other silently.

Since the two of them saw me, the top of their heads has skyrocketed in a trend I can't quite understand.

Even if my junior is pleasing, is it so happy to see that I need it

Uncle Zhang smiled so that the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles: "Old Yu, it's okay, your grandson is quite okay!"

Uncle Liu also nodded: "It's much better than that stinky boy in my family, that's great, don't worry about it now."

"Of course, Mianmian looks like his grandma," Grandpa said proudly, "You know, his grandma was a famous beauty on the island when she was young."

I:"…"

No, can someone tell me what's going on

The three of them gathered together and sighed about my appearance. Grandpa also hacked my dad behind his back, saying that fortunately I didn't look like him. My dad inherited the shortcomings of his parents perfectly, like he was not good-looking.

I listened to it for a long time, and my suspicions grew. Just when I couldn't help but ask, Grandpa finally brought the topic to the point.

"Mianmian, do you know about the rain-stopping festival?"

I didn't know it at first, but after some joint popularization between Wen Ying and Sun Rui, I know a little bit about it.

I said "um", nodded and said, "I pray for the blessing of the goddess, and there should be no waterlogging festival on the island."

It is said that during the Ming and Qing dynasties, the island was flooded with serious waterlogging. In summer, the wind and rain continued, destroying crops, blowing down houses, and making the people miserable. The county magistrate was unable to manage for many years, so he had to lead the people to make altars to accept offerings, kowtow, and pray to the gods for mercy and send a savior to relieve the suffering of the people.

Maybe they are sincere, and if they do this for a few days, a goddess will really come down from the sky.

"The goddess is wearing a white feather coat. The dark clouds in the mortal world will disperse, the wind and rain have stopped, and the long-lost sunshine is showing through the thick clouds. Qingmeiyu will no longer have to suffer from waterlogging from now on." Uncle Zhang said slowly. , "When the goddess is there, the island is always sunny, there is no drought or flood, the crops grow vigorously, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. But after all, the goddess is a goddess and does not belong to the mortal world. Seeing that the mission is over, she will go back to the sky again."

"The islanders were afraid of the wind and rain coming, and there was no real goddess, so they tried to create a fake "goddess" and held a "rain-stopping festival" every year. A year of peace and good weather. This is the origin of the 'Rain Stopping Festival'."

Uncle Liu took up the conversation here and sighed: "Originally, the two elections for the goddess are all boys born and raised on the island, once at the age of fifteen and once at the age of eighteen. Body is another point. This class was supposed to be my child, but he..." Uncle Liu slapped his thigh fiercely, hating iron for not being steel, "I got a grandson for me at a young age before the hair was fully grown. ,I'm furious!"

At this time, I didn't know whether to comfort him or congratulate him, so I had to keep my mouth shut. At the same time, there was an inexplicable premonition in my heart, and I always felt that the two people were not good, and every word contained an unknown purpose.

"The incident happened suddenly, and we were not prepared. It happened that when my grandfather and I were drinking, he always mentioned you. I wanted to ask if I would like to ask you. Please help me." Uncle Zhang introduced himself again, "My surname is my surname. Zhang, Zhang Shuiquan, are the co-ordinators and supervisors of the Qingmeiyu Rain-stopping Festival." He ignored the thunderbolt thrown by the three-seven-twenty-one, "Yu Mian, can you be the rain-stopping girl this year?"

His tone was relaxed as if he was just asking me to go to his house for a bowl of noodles.

I stared at him blankly, facing him with a sincere face, a head full of question marks.

Everyone stayed still like this, and no one spoke to each other. After about ten seconds, I let out a slow voice from my throat: "…Huh?"

Uncle Zhang looked at me kindly, and what he said made it impossible to tell whether it was a compliment or a derogation.

"Because we see that your external conditions are very suitable, and your grandfather also said that you have been busy with your studies and have no time to fall in love, and you still don't have a girlfriend..."

I went to see my grandpa, but my grandpa didn't seem to hear our conversation clearly.

Sometimes I suspect that Grandpa is not inaudible, he is pretending to be confused. It was clear that the first three people before I came in had a smooth conversation, but now that I can't hear it, I can't hear it? Is it such a coincidence

"But me, but I'll be nineteen in two months..." I twitched the corners of my lips, and wanted to struggle to the death, "Isn't the goddess wanting a virgin under eighteen?"

"It's not 'dissatisfied', it's 'no more than', that is, anyone under the age of 18 or 18 is fine." Uncle Liu quickly corrected, "You are just right, you are a savior sent by God."

I frowned and was at a loss for a while: "That... I just came back, and I haven't eaten yet. It's too sudden, I'm a little confused..."

"You don't need to reply now, it's okay." Uncle Zhang saw that I was frightened, and waved his hand so that I didn't have to reply in a hurry. He gave me time to fully consider it, and got up with Uncle Liu to prepare to leave.

"It just happened that we went to the next door again. I don't know what's going on this year. The goddess broke his hand while riding a bicycle." Yes, I went to ask him for help and agreed immediately. I have been doing rain-stopping sacrifices for so many years, and he is the most talented general."

Uncle Liu walked out with his hands behind his back, and his words were filled with joy: "Yeah, this year, there is still something from Universal or Universal to make a documentary. The county magistrate attaches great importance to it and let us do it well. Fortunately, there is that boy Asan, otherwise I really want to. fucked up..."

The next door is "Ashan" again, and the directivity is too obvious. I followed them to send them out, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you talking about... Yankong Mountain?"

Uncle Zhang and Uncle Liu had already walked out of the door, and when they heard the words, they turned around.

"Yeah, he is this year's god general." Uncle Zhang said.

This hits my blind spot again.

"What is God?" It was the first time I heard this term, which Wen Ying had never mentioned before.

"Oh, the god general, the god general is..." Uncle Liu thought for a while, and used the simplest and most simple words to describe the role of this character in the rain-stopping sacrifice, "Protect the goddess, stand beside the goddess and give it to her. Umbrella man."

The person who protects the goddess and gives an umbrella to the goddess

An idol drama-like scene emerged in my mind—a goddess who could not see her face was sitting on the shrine, and suddenly there was a commotion from the onlookers on both sides of the road. Some people took advantage of the chaos and threw unknown objects at the goddess. It was too late and the time was too fast. The tall god beside the goddess would wave a giant umbrella to block the unknown objects and embrace the weak goddess in his arms. The two looked at each other, and their ambiguous feelings flowed silently in the silent gaze of each other.

"and many more!"

Uncle Zhang and Uncle Liu originally both walked to the gate of the courtyard. They stopped when they heard my voice, and looked back at me with "what's wrong" in their eyes.

I swallowed my saliva and chased after me. I was afraid that I would go back on it, so I said in a loud, bluffing voice, "I agree!"

Uncle Zhang was astonished and probably didn't expect that I only had to think about it for such a short time.

"what do you mean?"

"Girl of the day!" I said with a slogan in military training.

Uncle Zhang and Uncle Liu looked at each other, and immediately smiled: "That's great, that's great!"

"You're not bad boy, you've helped me a lot!"

[Production] Difficult contestants Xiao Xie and the two of them thanked them a lot. They went to Yankongshan's house next door in my escort.

Turning around and going back to the house, Grandpa stood at the door of the house with his hands behind his back, smiling all over his face.

"I knew you would agree." I thought for a moment, thinking that he could see through my thoughts, and then I heard Grandpa say, "We Mianmian are the softest."

No, Grandpa, you don't know your grandson at all. I'm not soft-hearted, I'm obsessed with sex.

At eight o'clock that night, I knocked on the door of Yankongshan's house.

As soon as the door opened, I saw Yankongshan smiling at me.

"I heard that you are going to be the girl of the day."

I immediately blushed a little, and my ears were burning: "My grandpa asked me to help me." I pushed him away and entered the room, "Don't you want to be a god too?"

A man's chuckle came from behind, and he turned around and disappeared, as if it was my illusion.

"You and Qiuqiu play first, and I'll go out for a cigarette."

I turned around and saw only the door slowly closing.

Yan Wanqiu was playing games in the living room. Apparently, she just heard my conversation with Yankong Shan, and while playing games, she asked me what a goddess was without raising her head.

"The goddess is the fairy in the sky." I sat down beside her.

She wrinkled her nose, and her tone was a little subtle: "Is it the same breed as the Weaver Girl in the Cowherd and Weaver Girl?"

"What happened to the weaver girl?"

"Mr. Zhao told us a story, that there was a cowherd in the past, and his family had an old cow who could talk. He was very smart. One day, he told him that there were fairies bathing by the river, so he secretly hid A piece of clothing, so that the fairy can’t go back to the sky, so it’s better to stay and be his wife.” She was devoted to two purposes, playing games and telling stories, “He listened to Lao Niu and really stole one of the clothes. The fairy will go back to the sky after taking a bath. There is a woman named Zhinu who can't find her feather clothes, so she can only stay in the mortal world."

"In this way, Zhinu and Niulang became their own children, and then they were taken back to the sky. Niulang went to her and moved the magpies. Every July 7th, they built a magpie bridge for their husband and wife to get together. In the end, it became what it is now. 'Tanabata'."

She put down the gamepad and looked at me with a serious face: "So does the goddess you want to play know the Weaver Girl?"

"Should... don't know." I don't know if it's a mythical system.

She nodded: "It's fine if you don't know each other, Zhi Nu feels that her brain is not very smart, it's best not to be friends with her." She urged with a small face, "You should hide the feather clothes well, and don't be stolen by strange men. already."

She is young and has a lot to worry about.

However, it also depends on who steals it.

I turned my eyes to the window, Yankong Mountain was standing in the yard, with a cigarette in one hand and a mobile phone screen in the other. In the mist.

I feel that this mysterious atmosphere is unexpectedly suitable for him.

"Is it possible that the Weaver Girl has already fallen in love with the Cowherd? I wonder why this young man is so handsome and strong, and then cooperates with the old cow and deliberately steals the clothes for the Cowherd, so that the two can be together justifiably."

If Yankongshan comes to steal my clothes, I will definitely put him in the most conspicuous place.

Yan Wanqiu was speechless for a long time, I looked down, her brows were furrowed, and she was not convinced by me.

"Even so, Zhinu's vision is not very good. The person she likes even steals things."

I looked at her for a moment, lost the battle, and agreed with her point of view: "You are right, the Weaver Girl is not very smart."

Not long after, Yan Kongshan came back after smoking, Yan Wanqiu suddenly stopped him and told him to take good care of me, especially not to let anyone steal my clothes.

She is sometimes very smart, not as smart as a five-year-old child, but sometimes she is innocent and cute, making people sigh "at last a little child-like" cute.

"What clothes?" Yan Kongshan asked in confusion.

I hilariously told him what happened before and after.

After Yan Kongshan understood what happened, she did not despise Yan Wanqiu's words because she was a child, but agreed very seriously.

"Understood, I will take good care of him."

He turned around and went to the kitchen. I let Yan Wanqiu play by himself first, got up and followed him, and saw that he opened the refrigerator and took a can of cold beer and Coke one after another.

"Drink?" He handed the Coke to me.

I reached for it, but he changed his hand and just shoved a cold beer into my hand.

Inexplicably, I took it, and I heard a "pop", and Yankongshan opened the can before giving me the can of Coke.

Coke in one hand, cold beer in the other.

Feeling the drops of water that slipped from the can, my head started to feel dizzy again.

How can someone do this kind of thing and still have a clean head and no powder

If it wasn't for my synaesthesia, I would doubt if he had any intentions for me.

"Brother, if you like someone, will you do anything to keep them?"

Yankongshan raised his head and took a sip of cold beer, the wine slipped down the corners of his lips, and saw that he was about to get into the collar along his neck.

"Huh?" He looked up at me, as if he didn't catch my question. "What?"

He has eight pack abs, it's hell...

My throat was on fire, and I said in a hoarse voice, "That is... If you like the other party very much, will you be willing to do anything to keep 'him'?"

He raised his eyebrows and said half-jokingly, "For example, stealing clothes?"

Stealing clothes is a no-brainer.

I said helplessly: "Including but not limited to, would you?"

He thought for a while, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and shook his head: "You will never be able to keep those who want to leave."