The illusion disappeared. Instead, there is another misty cloud, with no beginning and no end.
Xia Ge stood there, staring at the endless sea of clouds, dazed.
Chu Yi's silver butterfly flew up. Although she couldn't see Xia Ge, she could feel the person under her body. Although her body was here, she didn't know where her soul was.
She doesn't like this feeling.
It seems that this person may leave at any time, and can leave everything at any time and leave without any nostalgia.
... that's how it should be.
Like the wind, you can't touch it, you can't catch it.
Yet so gentle.
"Will the wind be painful?" Chu Yi thought, "If the wind is painful, will it stop for a while?"
- I like you so much.
You can leave it like a shoe.
Whether the wind will hurt or not, Chu Yi doesn't know. But Chu Yi knew.
If the wind goes away, she will be in pain.
Xia Ge didn't know what Chu Yi was thinking, she stood there, the illusion disappeared, but her mind returned to that rainy night at the Rain Temple.
Rain Temple.
That was after Doudou died, she left Nanming Village, wandering down and down all the way, one of the countless habitats.
At that time, she was carrying Doudou's life and the promise to live, and lived numbly and painfully.
It doesn't matter what it looks like.
Just live well.
She doesn't have the ability to be someone else's belief, and she doesn't want to be anyone's belief.
Xia Wuyin is Xia Wuyin.
Embarrassed, uneasy, painful, Xia Wuyin was just trying to survive.
In the gloomy time of wandering, being looked down upon, disgusted, embarrassed, scrambled for food with the dog, bitten all over the body, bruised, fever, pain, vaguely feeling that he was going to die, but tenacious and embarrassed survived.
In fact, she didn't have to live so painfully and tiredly. Maybe she can work for others, do work, and have a money to support herself. She has arms and legs, and she is not stupid. She can live a decent life.
But, that would be a nightmare.
There is only a little pain, a little bitterness, a little tiredness, a little embarrassment, and a little unbearable.
She wouldn't think of the child named Doudou, who lost her eyes and her life.
Why did Doudou die so painfully for her, yet she can live so happily
Why? !
Will Doudou's soul rest in peace
No way.
- So, she can't and can't.
can live.
Every day, every minute, every second.
In any case, please take a little more pain.
She can take it.
"…Is there a god in this world?"
The sparse rain poured down.
At that time, she was squatting under the eaves of the Rain Temple, looking at the gathering water, and she thought in a trance, "If not, Marx can do it, and Engels doesn't care..."
The clouds were dense, and the sky was not visible for ten miles.
"Please tell me why I am so tired if I live on..."
She can't see the light.
The path I choose is getting darker and darker, what should I do
Xia Ge never knew that a person can be so lonely.
So helpless.
Who can save her? Who can give her a little more hope
God's words, can you
In this dark world, there is no warmth, no direction, only boundless loneliness.
Tired, really tired.
She fell into the temple and looked up at the mottled, uninterested god.
Forgotten gods live in ruined temples that leak, just like the forgotten self.
The rain was dripping down the hole in the roof, but the rain god was still smiling.
Xia Ge thought, wouldn't the Rain God be sad if the world was forgotten
The idol just smiles.
Or, is this heavy rain the tears of the gods
Xia Ge suddenly didn't understand.
But she didn't have the strength to think, and finally slowly crawled under the altar, which was the driest place.
There is rain falling on the statue, tick-tock, accompanied by the rhythm of the rainstorm outside the window, like a sleep song.
That day, she had a dream.
Doudou kissed her forehead with gentle eyebrows.
"… live well."
When she woke up from the dream, what she saw was a table of tributes and the merciful eyebrows of the Rain God.
As if it was a gift from the gods.
"Well... live."
She murmured to herself, and then she wept at the feet of the Rain God, like a real child who was greatly wronged.
It's so bitter.
so tired.
But after crying.
The sun is coming out.
A new day has begun.
"... It won't get any worse than this." Xia Ge choked, "It won't get any worse than this."
"I'll go on."
"Xia Wuyin... I won't cry anymore."
If Doudou gave her a reason to live, then that night in the Rain Temple gave her Xia Ge the courage to move forward in this world.
after awhile.
After Xia Ge finished crying, she wiped her tears, swallowed her saliva, and paused for a while.
"I don't ask if I take it for the purpose of stealing." Xia Ge coughed twice, with red eyes, trying to make a serious appearance of worshipping God, "The little thief has nothing, and his family has four walls... It means that he is poorer than you."
"Now I have stolen all your tribute."
"They are mine now."
She stretched out her hand and took three steamed buns and bowed again, "Okay, now except for these three steamed buns, the rest are all the tributes I gave you from the little thief."
Of course, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha is too skinny and shameless.
Xia Ge left the Temple of Rain and took a bite of the steamed bun, which was very sweet and soft.
After the rain, Shuimu was fresh, and several unknown pink flowers bloomed brilliantly after the rain.
Xia Ge paused, reached out and picked three flowers, then returned to the temple and put them on the steamed bun plate she took away.
Six steamed buns were placed, but she took three away. She placed the steamed buns in the shape of a tower, and then placed the three flowers on one side of the steamed buns.
The snow-white steamed buns are beautifully stacked, light pink, and the dew-stained flowers bloom brilliantly.
The rain god above his head is wearing a hood and a bucket, with merciful eyebrows and a shallow smile on his lips.
"… Thank you."
Xia Ge bowed at last, and said in a low voice, "The little thief will give you a table of tribute."
"Xia Wuyin is poor, I will give you three flowers."
Thank you.
At least let her know.
In the future, there is still some hope.
In the dream, Doudou's whispers are still in his ears.
- "Live well."
It's easy to live, but it's hard to live well.
But... If Doudou said it, then she would work hard.
Work hard to let yourself, forget the pain, work hard to let yourself see hope.
Xia Wuyin raised his head, put his hands together, and closed his eyes, "You are not a forgotten god."
At least I will always remember you.
When I left the Temple of Rain, the scenery was full of moon, the wanderer whispered, and the sun was shining.
Xia Ge murmured, "Doudou..."
Although a bit late.
But if you are still alive.
Xia Ge whispered.
"I'll be your eyes."
Come and see the world.
Xia Ge started wandering aimlessly again, and his life was still the same.
Just have hope in my heart.
There is also a glimmer of light in his eyes.
The days of wandering were very hard, Xia Ge passed through a small town, and the town was very prosperous.
Xia Ge begged for a bun.
The food was hard to come by, and I was very hungry. Xia Ge didn't want to be pretentious, and planned to eat it quickly.
But can't bite.
She squatted at the entrance of the alley, staring blankly at the steamed bun.
Snow-white buns with eight bun pleats.
… blood-stained buns.
And beans.
A little bit speechless.
Just as he was in a trance, his hand was suddenly empty, and a dark shadow flashed by. When Xia Ge came back to his senses, the steamed bun in his hand had already turned into a mirror.
The palm is empty.
This situation... colloquially called, was robbed.
"?!"
Gululu's stomach reminded her that it was time to eat, but the little thief who stole the buns slipped away quickly—
Although the steamed buns are hard to swallow, that doesn't mean they have to be robbed!
"You stop for me!"
The thief didn't run far, and Xia Ge chased after him.
There were two more shadows of you chasing after me in the bustling town. Xia Ge was not running fast, and his body was a little weak after not eating well. In the blink of an eye, the little thief disappeared.
Although he didn't catch up, Xia Ge's sharp eyes could clearly see that he was wearing dirty black clothes, and he looked 1.56 meters tall, and his appearance was a little unclear...
"… Depend on."
Xia Ge took a breath, wiped his sweat, looked around, and found that he had turned into an unfamiliar alley.
But... Anyway, wherever she went, it was unfamiliar to her.
If you ask for buns, eat them, hypocritical and hypocritical, hypocritical ass.
Now that the buns have been robbed, there is no room for hypocrisy.
Xia Ge squatted a little depressed for a while, and felt that she couldn't sit still like this for a while. She stood up against the wall, and with a glimmer of hope that "the little thief might be found", she walked for a while along the path that the thief had walked before, and then she stood up. Turning a corner, I saw a young boy squatting on the ground, wearing dirty black clothes, holding a steamed bun in a daze.
What the hell!
The rain god is above, the sky has eyes!
Xia Ge's eyes widened, and he threw himself towards the boy, punching him in the face—
"Bah! Smelly shameless! Give me back my buns!!"
"Bang!"
I finally learned the words of the old beggar, and the young master Ye Ze, who was selling a bun from a little beggar, was punched as soon as he raised his head. .
On the opposite side, a little beggar who couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman didn't stop after beating him, holding a bun in one hand and grabbing his collar in the other, with a hideous expression, "Stinky little thief, how dare you rob my bun, the uncle is here today. Teach you to be a man!"
Who stole your buns!
- You fucking steal my buns and you want to teach me how to behave? !
The mud bodhisattva had to get angry, even after wandering for a long time, the young master Ye Ze, who was hungry all day, had never seen such a brazen person, he suddenly held back a yin fire, "Who are you?! I!"
Xia Ge was so angry that she had been robbed of her buns, and she wanted to hit someone for a long time. Seeing that the kid in front of her stole her buns and didn't recognize her, she smiled grimly, "Yours? You still have the face to say it's yours? It's mine!! Eight bun pleats! I counted it clearly - okay, you say yours, should you call it it?"
Ye Ze was furious: "Eight buns with pleats are yours?! So many buns with eight pleats in the world are yours?! You shouldn't fucking call them!"
Xia Ge took a quick bite, held the missing steamed bun in a arrogant manner, and said brazenly, "It's done now!"
Just to get mad at this bun thief!
Ye Ze saw that the results of his hard day's hard work had been ruined by this stinky boy, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he went up with an old fist, "You bastard!"
Xia Ge laughed angrily.
Stealing buns, is there any reason to beat people? !
If I don't want this bun, I have to teach you how to be a good man!