It was almost evening.
The fishermen grunted and groaned, stepping on the water, half-bowed, struggling to drag the huge fishing nets to the beach. In the line between the sea and the sky, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the deep blue sea...
It was the first time Liu Yu saw such a scene, and felt very novel.
Looking at the end of the fishing net, there is still a red head floating. When I look closely, I find that it is a thin child, about ten years old, with no flesh on his face, tanned and striped, struggling to push the fishing net .
For adults, the sea is waist-deep, but for this child, there is only one head left.
"Such a young child, do you want to go fishing?"
she asked.
The man on the reef did not answer him.
He was still staring at the deep blue sea, as if he wanted to sink into it.
Liu Yu had no choice but to turn her attention back to the fishermen who were fishing, but when her eyes fell on the red head again, she suddenly stopped—
She saw the net again!
The net was looming, most of it was submerged in the sea, and a small half...was entangled on that red head!
It's that kid!
Yes, that kid!
Liu Yu took a step forward, the seawater flooded her shoes, and the soles and even the uppers were wet all of a sudden, but she didn't care about it at all, she just stared at the child pushing the fishing net. His net is much smaller than Mr. Dart's, and there are only five or six nodes, one at three years old, one at five years old... the last one at...
Fragmentary pictures emerged in front of my eyes.
The waves are churning...
black weeds...
Hands slapping the water...
The red hair floating in the sea...
The last node was ten years and eight months old!
It's just around the corner!
For some reason, Liu Yu can vaguely perceive the information corresponding to these nodes.
Miraka Moses.
ten years old.
born.
Three years later his father died.
Mother left when I was five...
All the year round, ten years and eight months old.
A thin blue thread continued to stretch before her eyes, winding into knots one after another, and finally, birth and death were connected together to form a closed web.
Liu Yu couldn't help closing her eyes, the sea breeze gently brushed her face, and she fell into a strange and special situation.
The world split in two before her.
She stepped on nothingness with one foot, and reality with the other. Her fingers were next to the blue web that represented destiny, as if she could disrupt and rearrange the web with just a slight hook...
"Milaka!"
"Where is Miraka!"
"Miraka is gone!"
... Sure enough, is it Miraka
Riots broke out on the beach.
The fishermen who dragged their nets screamed, the nets were not caught, and panicked, most of the fish in the nets escaped, leaving only a few half-dead. People looked at one end and ignored the other, and the sea was suddenly messed up.
Some of the fishermen turned to the white-robed priest on the reef for help.
"Mr. Priest!"
"Mr. Priest, please save Milaka!"
"Miraka is gone! This is the only child left in Moses' family..."
At this time, Liu Yu's fingers touched the blue weaving net.
The webbing seems to be covered with a thin layer of fascia, which cannot be shaken.
She pulled it hard, her fingers didn't feel any pain, and slipped out of the net like a slippery fish, but her head started to hurt.
The scene in front of me began to blur...
In a trance, she seemed to see Milaka's black eyes staring at her, and he was asking her for help.
Tears overflowed from his eyes, and his fiery red hair was like a mess of weeds in the sea...
He called her:
"Goddess of Fate... please save me... save me..."
She pulls again—
The knot loosened, but quickly climbed tighter.
Do not.
It shouldn't be like this.
Fate obviously has countless possibilities, just like her, it shouldn't be the only one!
Fingers dig into that layer of fascia, and the nodes that represent "death" begin to loosen.
"Pa", there was a soft sound, as if only she could hear it, and Liu Yu saw that the joints were completely loosened.
As far as the line of sight was concerned, the priest in white robe who had been silent all this time suddenly moved.
He stood in the air above the quiet sea.
With a wave of the white robe sleeves, a magical scene appeared.
The escaped fish retreated back to the fishing net, and the line of the fishing net returned to the hands of the fishermen who were looking for people in the sea. They returned to their original positions, with confusion on their faces.
"what happened?"
"I was just looking for Miraka..."
"Where's Miraka?"
At this time, Milaka's red head floated on the sea again, with a happy smile on his face. Out of the expectation of the fishermen, he thanked both the priest and the girl in the red skirt next to him:
"Milaka is fine! Thank you, beautiful lady!"
he shouted.
Liu Yu returned a smile, and she found that the net on Milaka's body had changed, and the node representing "death" had disappeared—but at the same time, the net had changed from closed to open, and the blue fine lines on the back The line was blurred, his fate seemed to be cut in half artificially, the first half was clear, the second half... was just a blurred shadow.
Fate changed.
Is this good, or... bad
Liu Yu thought of himself, being alive is always a good thing.
She looked at the man who shot halfway.
His back was still facing her, his long silver hair was like a gorgeous ponytail in the afterglow of the setting sun.
For some reason, Miraka's disappearing lifeline in the second half always made her a little uneasy.
At this time, the fishermen dragged their heavy fishing nets and thanked them loudly.
"Thank you, Mr. Priest!"
"God will bless you, Mr. Priest!"
Mr. Priest turned around.
His facial features bathed in the setting sun are unbelievably beautiful, and his expression is a little gentle. He didn't look at the fishermen, but asked Liu Yu like no one else:
"Do you want to eat Pai fish?"
"But I heard... the tyrannosaurus has many spines."
Speaking of this ordinary topic, Liu Yu's uneasiness disappeared a little.
The fishermen laughed:
"You can ask Mr. Priest to criticize you! Mr. Priest is good at everything!"
"No, I'm sure he's not good at pleasing girls."
Liu Yu said with a smile.
Halfway through laughing, he suddenly froze.
If fate is fixed, then, besides it, is "change".
The past is irreversible, but the future is infinitely possible.
Just like Dart's "past", Miraka's "future" is just like herself.
It turns out... It's the feeling of deriving a divine language system.
Her heart seemed to be occupied by noise and restlessness. From the moment just now, she seemed to have glimpsed an immeasurable future... One day, like Gaia, she will create an independent and complete world with her own understanding. The divine language system closes all of them into a complete circle.
destiny.
Yes, fate.
At this moment, for the first time, a magnificent and grand future opened up to her a clear blueprint.
This is the power she has always dreamed of—the power not to be dependent on others, not to be dominated by others, and independent of the world.
Thinking of this moment, she couldn't help but feel excited and excited.
but…
She glanced at the person next to her. Her current strength is still very weak. Before that, she must be careful, careful, and careful.
And the piece of iron hidden by her, and Mrs. Fergus...
While she was thinking a lot, someone took her hand, and the hand holding her was as cold as if she had just returned from the snowy field.
"You are a little strange today," she tried her best to organize her words to calm herself down from the excitement. "You said that you hate me, but today, you have been holding my hand."
"Dislike? Oh, of course." The man nodded, "Belia Fergus, I pay attention to promises, and I'm happy to remind you, the third one, go shopping with me."
"...You mean, in order to prevent me from becoming a dishonest person, you wronged you to go shopping?"
"Maybe."
He said lightly.
The cold silver hair slid across the back of her hand, making it itchy.
Liu Yu glanced at the clasped hands:
"You don't need to hold hands when you go shopping."
"You and Leslie have been holding hands. I said, everything you did with him, I will repeat it, no, several times, until I hate it."
He looked at the face of the sea, under the gradually darkening sky, like a hazy night shadow, his expression was not clear.
"You are really abnormal today." She looked at him with a hint of regret on her face, "If you don't love me, then please don't treat me too—"
"-do not move."
He interrupted her.
The jade-like palm spread out, and a pair of delicate buckskin boots appeared out of thin air.
At this time, the last rays of the setting sun fell into the sea level.
As night falls, the lacquered night winds from the dark blue sea all the way to the sea, with endless wind.
The sea breeze blows on the body a little cold.
He lowered himself, his holy priestly robe scattered carelessly on the sand.
The moonlight lightly sprinkled over his head.
Only then did Liu Yu realize that the toe of the boot was wet and the soles of his feet were cold.
He lifted her feet, and the boots and silk socks were taken off together. The exposed toes couldn't help shrinking, and the place where they were held was numb and itchy.
She couldn't help shrinking again—
The snow-white toes are exquisite and lovely in the night.
"you-"
"-do not move."
His voice sank, and when he looked up at her, the hidden thing made all the words she was about to say swallowed in her throat.
The fingers holding her ankle were getting hotter and hotter.
This made Liu Yu almost have an illusion that he was going to kiss her toes—
He quickly put silk socks and moccasin boots on for her, and stood up:
"Belia Fergus, you look amazing..."
"But you always forget about yourself."
He looked at her:
"Treasure yourself."
His voice was weak, and his expression was even weaker than his voice.
But a gust of air rushed straight to Liu Yu's throat, making her speechless.
She seemed to see the young man who used to be, he gently stroked her head and told her:... Cherish yourself, Belia.
"I have to take back what I just said. You are very good at pleasing girls."
Liu Yu forced a smile.
His pretty eyebrows furrowed:
"I am telling the truth."
"Belia Fergus, occasionally, I feel that Mrs. Fergus may not have taken good care of you."
"No, mother is fine."
Liu Yu categorically denied it.
"But a child who lives in love will not always be flattered by other people's concern, nor will she always get used to ignoring her own needs."
Liu Yu's face turned pale all of a sudden.
She clenched her palms tightly and poked her fingers into the flesh, but she couldn't feel anything. She could only see the gentle green eyes of the man in front of her. He seemed to be comforting her, but also seemed to be... narrating a fact plainly.
What a horrible person.
He is gentle and cold, kind and distant, making you unable to tell which moment is real.
"Mrs. Fergus is very good to me. She loves me very much."
She clenched her throat tightly and barely made a sound.
He glanced at her, didn't say anything, just held that delicate hand again:
"Let's go to the village chief's house. It's almost time."