What does it feel like to see a living person who has changed greatly
That's how it feels right now.
A row of half-legged elderly people who were about to step into the coffin were dressed in knightly outfits and walked on knight steps. They looked at her with "star eyes" arrogantly, like a team waiting for their superiors to review. Liu Yu also saw a few familiar faces in it, there is a high probability that they met on the continent of Ellen
she thought uncertainly.
"Mother, what are you doing here?"
Moriai greeted cordially.
Liu Yu tried his best to let himself ignore the term "mother" and asked him about "Father God's preferences".
The knights lined up and answered in sequence like a chant.
"White."
"pure."
"loyal."
"bright."
"Lamb."
"The sea."
"forest."
…
Finally, Moliai provided a useful information:
"Father God likes a kind of wine."
"liquor?"
Liu Yu remembered the day he was drunk, the wine he drank tasted very good.
"Aino wine, that is the only wine that Father God cannot brew."
"He still makes wine?"
Liu Yu is surprised.
"Father God can do anything!"
The knights raised their voices proudly.
"painting!"
"sculpture!"
"Sing!"
…
"thank you, I know now."
Liu Yu looked at "Master Bruce" with kind eyes, thinking that he had seen him a little too much recently, "What kind of Aino wine is it?"
"Father God has tried countless times, but always fails at the last step..."
Moliai took her to the wine cellar of God. The wine cellar is underground, and the wall lamp embedded in the wall is like the legendary Allah lamp.
The wine jars lined up neatly are like crops of wheat seedlings in a rice field. You can't see the heads at a glance. The mellow and rich aroma of wine floats over. Liu Yu is already slightly drunk before he gets close.
"Father God knows a lot, although He can easily change it, such as clothes, such as food, but Father God rarely does this. He said, 'Everything comes from nothing, and when it exists, it has its own rules. .Follow its rules, and only things made with sincerity and time will have eternal charm'."
Liu Yu listened very carefully.
It turns out... the real Gaia, is that so
She seemed to be beginning to really understand him at this time.
"Then what does he usually like to do?"
Moliai thought for a while, then shook his head:
"Father God doesn't talk to us much about Himself...but He's gentle."
It was different from what she knew.
Moliai took her for about ten minutes before reaching the destination.
This is a specially circled site, all kinds of exquisite wine jars, large and small, are placed in the display cabinets one after another, and the wall lamps are faint.
But Liu Yu soon felt something strange.
She couldn't smell the wine, or even... not at all.
In this world, most things have smells, animals, plants, not to mention wine.
"It seems that mother has also found out."
Moliai picked up a wine jar, opened the seal, and handed it over, "... Father God has brewed a lot of wine, and his skills are unmatched... Full-bodied, spicy, light, and weird..."
"But there is only one kind of wine. Even if he has a wine recipe, he has never brewed it successfully."
"Aino wine?"
"Yes, it is Aino wine. Legend has it that it was brewed by an ordinary wine merchant in Buenos World. In the end, the wine merchant successfully used this wine to marry his beloved woman. Father God has always regretted it. He studied For many years... but no matter what he did, the aino had no aroma. It tasted like water."
"Can the wine party let me take a look?"
Liu Yu asked.
"Oh, of course."
Moliai tiptoed, reached out and pulled out a yellowed sheepskin scroll from the top of the display case.
Liu Yu took it, and wrote gorgeous and elegant words of God on the sheepskin scroll with a golden quill.
"Half a pound of money grass, six ions... the heart of love."
There are smaller, seemingly random words beside it, revealing the author's doubts: "The heart of love? The heart of love?..."
Attached are all kinds of "love" found -
A dense row, almost filling the sheepskin roll.
The last line is flamboyant:
"Failed ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times... One more time, keep it."
These are the last batch of brewed by the Father God, only one step away. Now... sealed here by him. "
"Can't he buy it from Buenos World?"
Liu Yu handed the sheepskin scroll back.
"The merchant is dead." Moliai put away the parchment again, "Even his son couldn't make the same wine... Aino wine was lost."
"That should be delicious."
"It is said that Aino wine can make people feel 'happiness'." Maurier shrugged, "Father God said, it is the most delicious wine he has ever tasted, it can make him sleep well, be a Dream."
He looked at her expectantly:
"Mother, maybe you can try."
Liu Yu's focus is in another direction:
"You mean, God usually can't get a good night's sleep?"
"Father God doesn't need to sleep, let alone dream." Moliai looked at her in surprise, "Mother, you don't know?"
"Oh, I'll try and try."
Liu Yu remembered that every time he finished, he would hug her... until he fell asleep.
"I wish you success."
Moliai sincerely wished her well.
Liu Yu also hopes that he can.
To pursue someone, you need to let the other party see your sincerity.
This time she didn't want to use any routines, she just wanted to do it completely according to her own heart.
Sincerely and earnestly chase again.
Of course, she also needs to learn the language of God...
Liu Yu felt that he was a bit busy.
After visiting the wine cellar, she went to the flower garden outside the shrine to pick some flowers, carefully pulled out the thorns from the roses, tied them into a bunch, and took them to the shrine. She also prepared an interesting story. In the five thousand years of Great China's history, she can always pick out a suitable story.
Under the throne of God, another batch of fresh sons and daughters came.
"Who is that?"
"The queen of the future."
"Oh it does look beautiful..."
Liu Yu walked by without listening, and came to the seat of God with more than a dozen pairs of envious eyes.
On the throne, the silver-haired young man kept looking at her with clear green eyes without saying a word.
Liu Yu smiled.
She hands him the flowers:
"Good morning, Gaia."
He glanced at the flower, and finally took it quietly.
"thanks."
"I heard that when you see flowers early in the morning, you will be in a good mood for the day."
"Miss Fergus looks really good." He looked at her soft, flattering smile, "Slept... not bad, either."
"thanks to you."
Liu Yu also told him an interesting little story, and just started a day of divine language teaching.
Whenever teaching, Gaia is extremely serious.
However, Liu Yu is a good student, a diligent student with high comprehension,
"...that's the way it is, right?"
Even the difficult language of God, she can quickly master it and read it fluently.
"Yes, very good. Next..."
Time passed without a sound.
Liu Yu spends half of her time learning the language of God, and half of her time pursuing Gaia seriously.
Every morning, she would go outside the palace to pick a bouquet of flowers, racking her brains to prepare a story, and occasionally, some jokes...
But his smile and good mood are like a rainbow in the sky—
Rare and expensive.
Liu Yu found that after these few days, Gaia's mood not only didn't get better, but got worse and worse.
He didn't go back to the inner palace, no longer shared the bed with her, except for occasional polite greetings and divine language teaching, he hardly said anything extra to her, and always kept a straight face.
Liu Yu was not discouraged.
She will not give up lightly, because she knows that if she succeeds, she will taste the sweetest fruit. In this world, there has never been something easy to come by—this is the truth she has known since she was a child.
It's just that Aino wine, she still has no idea, but wasted several cans of wine that he sealed up.
…
Evening five days later.
After learning the language of God, Liu Yu glanced at the silver-haired young man sitting on the seat looking at the scroll:
"You go somewhere with me."
He didn't seem to hear.
"Gaia!"
she called him.
The youth moved.
He closed the scroll in his hand, and the golden quill also disappeared into his cuff.
"No matter where it is, I'm not interested." The heavy green eyes fell on her fingers holding the hem of his clothes, "Let go."
"No," Liu Yu shook her head, she said stubbornly, "unless you agree."
A force brushed her away.
The young man got up to leave, but the soft cuffs were grabbed again.
"You come with me."
"Belia Fergus."
He warned her in a stern tone.
But she pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, but the fingers that were holding him too hard turned white.
"If it's your silly tricks, forget it, I'm not interested in knowing." The young man frowned, "I'm not that stupid Leslie, I will easily fall for your tricks."
"You've been avoiding me recently." Liu Yu still opened his mouth, "... Didn't you say that you want to get tired of me early? If you're not with me, how can you get tired of me? ... Or, are you afraid of me? You Are you afraid that I will approach you, afraid that you will be shaken?"
"Belija Fergus, aggressive tactics don't work for me."
He seemed to read her mind.
The girl's lips were biting white, just when she thought that she was about to be rejected again, he opened his mouth:
"But... lead the way."
"Would you like to go?"
Liu Yu asked overjoyed.
"The teaching of light is mercy."
Liu Yu led Gaia to the vicinity of the Tree of Life.
Layer after layer of green mist covered this corner, and there was no one around here.
She walked to the place where she danced with Mr. Bieber last time. There was a square table covered with pure white cloth and red roses in gilt vases. In the center of the table, there was a beautiful gilt candlestick.
The fire of the candlestick danced gracefully.
A tray was quietly placed on the table, and on the tray was a neatly folded piece of clothing.
He almost frowned all of a sudden.
"Priest Kitty said, tonight is the starry night, I would like you to wear this dress and dance with me..."
"Miss Fergus, your pursuit is really nothing new—frivolous as always."
He looked at her, his eyes were quiet, but there seemed to be a hint of coldness in his eyes.
When the words fell, the person had disappeared in place.
The remaining half of Liu Yu's words dissipated in the air:
"I made this with my own hands..."
Worked very hard.