But this discovery may not make me completely lose my composure and lose my composure. It's all just because of the woman in front of me.
I never thought that I would be a lucky protagonist, and I never thought that I would have to meet a kind-hearted person to help me in such a place.
Therefore, this woman appeared inexplicably and then told me this, she must have a purpose. I believe in the beauty of the world, and I also believe in the reality of the world.
This is not something to be ashamed of. After all, from another perspective, equal exchange with everyone getting what they need is the basis for building all relationships.
This thought calmed down my nervousness. I leaned against the big stone to stretch my muscles for a while, and then asked in a relaxed tone: "What do you need?"
The woman looked at me with interest, and then said: "I thought people who were struck by lightning would always have short-circuited brains, but I didn't expect that they were not impulsive. That's interesting."
"Actually, you don't need to praise me. I'm either very deep or impulsive like a fool. Isn't it boring to live on the simple side?" I said lazily.
"Haha... interesting, I don't think I resist you so much anymore." When the woman said this, the look in her eyes was no longer deliberately enchanting, but rather clear, even though I I don't know what this clarity means.
"Just treat me as a human being who has to pursue something. Don't pay attention to the reason for my impulsiveness... You will be willing to help me, right?" I narrowed my eyes slightly. I didn't want to talk about boring things with her and change the topic. Brought it back.
"That's right, no matter what reason you say, it's hard for me to imagine that your pursuit is to be struck by lightning. Also, don't squint your eyes and look cool. The scars all over your body really don't suit you." The woman finally stopped relying on her. Instead of looking at the tree, he walked towards me.
"The scars will heal soon, but no matter what kind of woman she is, she has the right to love beauty, and no matter what kind of man she is, she has the right to be handsome, right?" Seeing her walking towards me, I felt inexplicably tense all over. In fact, my intuition tells me that this woman is not simple, and even a little dangerous, but she and I have actually established a fragile cooperative relationship during our conversation, and I cannot act rashly.
She stopped only about thirty centimeters away from me. Her flying hair, blown gently by the night wind, swept across my face, and her breath also lightly hit my face.
This is an uncomfortable distance. Because people are afraid of being alone, they will build a society and form a large environment where people live in groups. However, anxiety is a human instinct that everyone has, so they often resist others getting too close to them.
One meter is a safe distance and a just right distance. This woman is so close to me, so I will naturally resist instinctively.
But she didn't seem to care much, and let me stiffen up, but deliberately whispered in my ear: "Yes, the scar will heal soon, because God is a paranoid guy. , if necessary, he will not allow flaws to exist. However, it is difficult for me to adapt to you, do you understand? "
Of course I didn't understand, and looked at her as if my brain was short-circuited.
But she wouldn't explain it to me. Her soft, boneless hands were like a slow stream of water flowing across my chest. Then I felt something put into my clothes by her, but she didn't pull it away. Despite the distance between me and me, he continued to say in my ear: "Just memorize my steps, remember it was very hard, right? In fact, there is an easier way."
"Um..." I was speechless, or in other words, facing such a woman, my breath tickled my ears. I felt extremely strange and uneasy.
But she found me boring, and her cheeks quickly returned to coldness, and she quickly distanced herself from me.
"What do you need me to do?" At this time, I had already taken out the thing she had just stuffed in from my clothes. It turned out to be a drawing with everything in this big yard accurately drawn on it, with conspicuous red lines in the middle. A road was marked, and there were detailed instructions in small characters on the side of the road.
For example, how should I go on this road? Where should I move a few steps to the left or a few steps to the right... I was naturally overjoyed to get such a thing. I didn't have time, but I had it in my hand. Inexplicably holding a trump card.
At this time, the woman did not speak, but neatly gathered up her hair, took out a small bottle of wine from a small leather bag full of ancient style hanging with her, took a big sip to herself, and then He took a long breath and said: "It seems that adapting to you is a very difficult thing, so difficult that I am willing to take risks to help you."
I don't understand what this means? I could only look at her strangely.
She didn't want to explain at all, she just looked at me and said happily: "God has invested a lot in you, and your injury can be delayed for up to seven days. I gave you the 'key' to break free from the prison, or I can still Give you some help. And the only thing you have to do is to destroy God's plan with all your strength."
"For example?" I raised my eyebrows.
"For example, he actually took your penis, but it was just to take your boy's life... Don't let him succeed." The woman drank the wine in the small bottle in a few sips, and then started to turn around and leave. .
"Actually, I really want to know why you tried every possible means to ask me to destroy this? And why me?" It is definitely a lie to say that I have no curiosity.
"Two reasons, first, it can only be you. Second, it is not simple people who can make God angry, just like an old guy two years ago. As for the reason, it is even simpler. I follow him with faith. , and he follows death. But he is following me, how can I let him die?" After saying this, the woman's pace became extremely fast again, much faster than when she approached me before.
Two years ago, old guy? Could it be my master? My throat twitched and I couldn't help but want to ask for news about my master, but she was already gone.
Forget it, I sighed a little decadently, she said maybe she would help me, can I ask next time? Moreover, I should thank fate for allowing me to see such a turning point.
I held the drawing in my hand that was extremely precious to me. I had to memorize it and then destroy it.
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I only have seven days left, but I still come to the courtyard every night, for no other reason than this way of 'escape'.
I had another meeting with that woman, and it was like playing a game of Go. She and I had already begun to make plans... But whether we were being swallowed up or the other side was devouring us would only be known after the chess pieces were entangled and collided. ... .
From the fifth to last day, God began to come every day, not just once, but sometimes even two or three times.
Since that time, the scabs on my body have begun to fall off in large quantities. Every day when I take off my clothes, I feel extremely uncomfortable seeing the old blood crusts on my clothes... I am recovering quickly. , but on the surface I was calm, but inside I was actually anxious to a critical point.
I seemed to know something, everything that woman told me, about my master, about my elders.
But I had to endure it, because the postures of both sides were already set, and the time for hand-to-hand combat was far from coming... What's more, because she was afraid that I would become even more agitated, the woman didn't speak in detail.
Besides that, what else do I have to endure? That is the gaze of that god.
He has become increasingly unable to restrain himself. When he comes to this room, he often just sits in the highest position in the room and looks at me silently, as if he is contentedly looking at a carefully crafted work of art. It's like admiring another self.
He no longer needs to hide his greed. In this world, he may feel that he is the real master, and there is no need to hide any of his feelings.
However, for me, it is not a pleasant thing to be admired as a big fish on the chopping board, the most successful prey. I need to relieve my psychological pressure.
The method is that whenever I can meet that woman in the evening, I will also ask her for a small bottle of the wine she often drinks.
The entrance is extremely light and sweet, and the explosion is in the throat, but the breath that comes back is a strong rush to the whole brain... A small bottle is enough to make people feel drunk but not drunk. She said it is called the fairy pour.
"Tomorrow is the last night that you and I will see each other. I will tell you what you want to know." When she said this, she handed me two bottles of Fairy Pour.
Tomorrow? I unscrewed the cap and took a sip impatiently. I needed this strong drink to make me forget God's sight and the upcoming start... .
Thinking that I remember every day is like, tomorrow is the seventh day, and God will not wait until the day after tomorrow.