Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

The illusion disappeared. Instead, there is another misty cloud, without a beginning and no end.

Xia Ge stood in place, staring at the endless sea of ​​clouds in a daze.

Chu Yi's silver butterfly flew up. Although she couldn't see Xia Ge, she could feel the person under her. It was obvious that the body was here, but the soul did not know where.

She doesn't like this feeling.

It seems that this person can leave at any time, and can leave everything and leave at any time, without any nostalgia.

...That's how it was originally.

Like the wind, you can't touch or catch it.

But so gentle.

"Does the wind hurt?" Chu Yi thought, "If the wind feels painful, will it stop a little bit?"

——I like you so much.

But you can abandon it like a shoe.

Whether the wind hurts, Chu Yi doesn't know. But Chu Yi knew.

If the wind is gone, she will hurt.

Xia Ge didn't know Chu Yi's thoughts. She stood in place, the illusion disappeared, but her mind returned to the rainy night in the Rain Temple.

Temple of Rain.

It was after Doudou died, she left Nanming Village and wandered all the way, one of countless habitats.

At that time, bearing Doudou's life and promise to live, she lived numb and painful.

I feel that it doesn't matter what it becomes.

Just live well.

She doesn't have the ability to become someone else's belief, and she doesn't want to become anyone's belief.

Xia Wuyin is Xia Wuyin.

Embarrassed, disturbed, painful, Xia Wuyin was struggling to live.

The gloomy wandering time, was stunned, disgusted, embarrassed, robbed of the dog, bitten all over his body with cuts and bruises, fever, pain, bewildered and felt that he was going to die, but he was tenacious and embarrassed to survive.

In fact, she didn't have to live so painful and tired. Maybe she can do part-time work for others, do work, and have a share of money to support herself. She has arms and legs, and she is not stupid. She can live a decent life.

But that way, there will be nightmares.

There is only a little bit of pain, a little bitterness, a little tiredness, a little embarrassment, and a little embarrassment.

She won't think of the child named Doudou, the eyes lost for her, there is still life.

Why did Doudou die so painfully for her, but she can live so happily?

Why? !

Will Doudou's soul rest in peace?

No way.

——So, she can't and she can't.

Can live.

Every day, every minute, every second.

In any case, please feel more painful.

She can bear it.

"...Is there a **** in this world?"

The sloppy rain poured down.

At that time, she squatted under the eaves of the Rain Temple, looking at the converging water, thinking in a daze, "If there is no, Marx can do it, and Engels does not matter..."

There are so many dark clouds that the sky is not visible for ten miles.

"Please tell me, if you live, why do you feel so tired..."

She can't see the light anymore.

What should I do if the path I choose becomes darker and darker?

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?

Is it okay for the gods?

In the gloomy world, there is no warmth, no direction, only boundless loneliness.

So tired, really tired.

She fell into the temple and looked up at the mottled **** that no one cares about.

The forgotten gods live in the leaky ruined temple, just like the forgotten self.

The crashing rain water flowed down the holes in the roof, but the rain **** was still smiling.

Xia Ge thought, wouldn't the rain **** be sad to be forgotten by the world?

The idol will only smile.

Or, this heavy rain is the tears of the gods?

Suddenly Xia Ge didn't understand.

But she didn't have the energy to think anymore, and finally slowly climbed under the altar table, which was the driest place.

There was rain falling on the idol, ticking, with the rhythm of the rainstorm outside the window, like a lullaby.

She had a dream that day.

Doudou kissed her forehead, eyebrows gentle.

"...Live well."

Until Dreamland woke up, what she saw was a table of tributes and the merciful eyebrows of the Rain God.

It seems to be a gift from a god.

"Well... to live."

She muttered to herself, and then, weeping and crying at the feet of the rain god, like a real, aggrieved child.

It's so bitter.

so tired.

But after crying.

The sun is coming out.

A new day has begun.

"...It won't be worse than this." Xia Ge choked, "It won't be any worse than this."

"I will go on."

"Xia Wuyin... won't cry anymore."

If Doudou gave her a reason to live, then that night in the Rain Temple, she gave her the courage to go forward in this world, Xia Ge.

after awhile.

Xia Ge finished crying, wiped her tears, swallowed, and eased for a while.

"It's stealing if you don't ask." Xia Ge coughed twice, with red eyes, and tried to make a serious worship of God, "The little thief has no long objects, and the house is surrounded by walls...It means that he is poorer than you. "

"Now I have stolen all your tributes."

"They are mine now."

She stretched out her hand and took three steamed buns, and then prayed, "Well, now except for these three steamed buns, the rest are the tribute I gave you from the little thief."

Of course, it is too shameless to borrow flowers to present the Buddha.

Xia Ge left the Rain Temple and took a bite of the steamed bun, which was very sweet and soft.

After the rain, the Mizuki was fresh, and a few 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 plate of steamed buns that she had taken away.

There were six steamed buns and three were taken away by her. She put the steamed buns in the shape of a tower, and then put the three flowers on the side of the buns.

The snow-white steamed buns are beautifully stacked, pale pink, and the dew-stained flowers bloom brilliantly.

The rain **** on the top of his head wears a drape, has compassionate eyebrows, and has a shallow smile on his lips.

"……Thank you."

Xia Ge paid his respects last, with a low voice, "The little thief will give you a table of tribute."

"Xia Wuyinqian, I will give you three flowers."

Thank you.

At least let her know.

In the future, there is still a little hope.

Doudou's whispers in the dream are still in my 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.

Try hard to let yourself, forget the pain, try hard to let yourself, see hope.

Xia Wuyin raised his head, folded his hands, closed his eyes, "You are not a forgotten god."

At least, I will always remember you.

When leaving the Rain Temple, the scenery is full of moon, and the wanderer whispers, and it is full of sunshine.

Xia Ge murmured, "Doug..."

Although a little late.

But if you are still alive.

Xia Ge whispered.

"I'll be your eyes."

Come and take a good look at the world.

Xia Ge started wandering aimlessly again, and his life remained the same, begging and grabbing food from others, still in embarrassment.

There is hope in my heart.

There was also a glimmer in his eyes.

The days of wandering were very bitter, and Xia Ge passed through a small town, which was quite prosperous.

Xia Ge begged for a bun.

The food was hard-won, and my stomach was very hungry. Xia Ge didn't want to be hypocritical, but planned to gnaw away.

However, I can't bite anymore.

She squatted at the entrance of the alley, staring at the bun in a daze.

The snow-white buns have eight bun folds.

...Blood-stained buns.

There are Peas.

I can't speak.

When he was in a daze, his hands were suddenly empty, and a black shadow flashed past. When Xia Ge came back to his senses, the buns in his hands had long since turned into mirrored flowers.

The palm is empty.

This situation...commonly known as, was robbed.

"?!"

Gululu's belly reminded her that it was time to eat, but the little thief who stole the buns slid away quickly——

Although buns are difficult to squeeze, it does not mean that they have to be robbed!

"You stop me!"

Xia Ge chased after the little thief without running far.

There were two more shadows of you chasing me in the bustling town. Xia Ge didn't run fast, and his body was a little weak after eating well. The little thief disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Although he didn't catch up, Xia Ge's eyes were sharp, and he could see clearly that he was wearing dirty black clothes. He was 1.5 meters tall and he looked a bit unclear...

"……Depend on."

Xia Ge took a breath, wiped his sweat, looked around, and found that he had turned to a strange alley.

But...Anyway, where she goes, wherever she goes is unfamiliar to her.

If you ask for a bun, just eat it, hypocritical, hypocritical.

Now that the bun has been robbed, there is no room for hypocrisy.

Xia Ge squatted a little depressed for a while, feeling that she could not sit and wait for death like this for a long while, she stood up on the wall, with a glimmer of hope that "maybe the little thief could be found", and walked for a while along the way the thief had walked before. Turning the corner, I saw a young boy squatting on the ground, wearing dirty black clothes, holding a bun in a daze.

Damn it! ?

The rain **** is above, the sky has eyes!

Xia Ge's eyes widened, and the whole person rushed towards the boy, punching in the face--

"Huh! Shameless! Give me back the buns!!"

"Boom!"

After finally learning the words of the old beggar, the young master Ye Ze, who learned the little beggar to beg for a bun, was punched as soon as he raised his head. Before he recovered, he was empty in his hands and the bun was gone. .

Opposite a little beggar who couldn’t tell whether he was a man or a woman, he didn’t stop after beating him. Teach you how to be a man!"

Who robbed you of your buns! ?

——You **** snatched my buns and you still teach me how to behave? !

The mud bodhisattva also got angry. Even if he wandered for a long time, the young master Ye Ze, who was hungry all day, had never seen such a shameless person. He suddenly suffocated a dark fire, "Who are you?! His mother returned the buns." I!"

Xia Ge was robbed of the bun. She was so angry that she wanted to hit someone. Seeing that the kid had stolen her bun and didn't recognize him, she smiled sternly, "Your? Do you still have the face to say it's yours?" This is mine!! Eight bun folds! I counted it clearly—OK, you say yours, do you call it should?"

Ye Ze exploded: "Eight bun folds are yours?! So many eight fold buns in the world are all yours?! You **** call it and it shouldn't!"

Xia Ge simply took a bite, holding the gapped bun with shame, and said shamelessly, "Now!"

Just want to **** off this bun thief!

Ye Ze saw that his hard day's work was ruined by this stinky boy, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he went up with an old fist, "You bastard!"

Xia Ge laughed angrily.

Snatching the buns, you still have the right to beat people? !

If you don't want this bun, I have to teach you how to be a man!