twenty three
The end point of that undetectable, gossamer-like red line was extending to the palm of his hand that was holding my hand.
Under the dazzling lights of the market and the fireworks in the sky, the red thread itself seemed to glow until it disappeared into the palm clenched with his fingers.
This moment reflected in my eyes was so beautiful that I had the urge to record it forever.
And, deep in my soul, there seemed to be a voice telling me that this was not the first time I had seen such a scene.
I raised my head and realized that he had been staring at me quietly.
Facing his gaze, I met the abyss in his eyes, but this time it didn't seem to make people so scared and panicked.
On the contrary, I have a sense of stability and security like a backer, and I feel peaceful and warm inside.
I can’t say why, but it’s the subconscious processing result of my memory and body.
As my eyes conveyed belief and expectation to him, I noticed that there seemed to be more than just bottomless abyss in his eyes.
The strange light that belongs to Him blooms little by little from the all-devouring black.
It seems that an eternal and unchanging existence has been painted with living colors, which makes people unable to take their eyes away.
I felt him say to me again: "Follow me, Bai."
But there were crowds of people around me, and the fireworks had stopped long ago. I was afraid that I would be separated from him again.
The half of his body that had just turned forward quickly turned back, and his other hand grabbed my hand holding the red thread, and the big hand that had submerged the red thread now covered my waist and gradually moved downwards .
Before I could react, the next second, he turned his hands over and I was held in his arms like a princess.
I obviously forgot that he was holding my hand and he naturally knew what I was thinking.
But what I didn't expect was that an omnipotent god would use such an impractical method as a princess hug to solve problems.
Maybe it's because he is different from most gods. After all, he loves beauty and joy, so he also loves romance.
Perhaps he heard my inner thoughts, lowered his head and looked at me with a faint smile.
Those eyes that people can't look away from are full of tenderness, but there are also many complicated emotions that I can't understand tumbling inside.
I don't know what it is.
So when I found out later, I just felt the insignificance of human beings and the single lack of human language, which made me cry blindly but unable to say a word. I couldn't help myself.
He just held me in his arms and walked somewhere step by step amid the huge crowd.
But I found that those people around us did resume their original movements after the fireworks ended. They no longer walked in the opposite direction to block me as before, but took the initiative to make way for him.
Wherever he goes, he steps aside and takes the initiative to leave a space for us to move.
It's like everyone here is his people, and he is like the king here.
He held me very firmly and walked very steadily. His body still exuded that intoxicating and unique smell that belonged to Him. Even the rise and fall of his chest was at the same frequency as mine, which made me feel comfortable.
However, there is no warmth and softness that a living person should have.
Perhaps he heard what I was thinking, and soon I felt that the touch from his body was softer and more comfortable, but the temperature was still cold.
But this was different from the biting cold in the thick fog. The cold coming from him was restrained and he was afraid of hurting me, so it was just a bit of coolness and did not make me feel uncomfortable.
After walking for a while, I smelled a familiar and delicious smell of food.
This is my favorite mung bean cake flavor!
But unlike Lin's, this smells better than that.
And he walked a few steps and stopped in front of a stall.
Behind the stall is a small shop. The plaque on it says something, but it is blocked by the big branches on the roadside. I can only see the word "cake".
There was a flag with green bean cake written on it at the stall at the door. He opened his lips and spoke.
"Boss, a mung bean cake with fine sand filling."
His voice was nice, but it wasn't Ren Jian's voice.
But then, I had a question. I clearly didn’t think about the taste of mung bean cake that I liked.
But he knew it.
The mung bean cake with fine sand filling is not sold in many places now, but Lin's sells it, so I like Lin's mung bean cake very much.
But I like this taste, and even Xipo doesn't know about it. He only knows that I like mung bean cake.
No one was seen at the stall. Miraculously, after he said this, a packed paper bag appeared on the stand out of thin air. He put the money in it and took it easily with one of my hands. Pick up the paper bag.
When I saw this, I wanted to get down and go by myself. He naturally knew what I was thinking and put me down.
There was a smile on his lips: "Want a piece? Little greedy cat."
I didn't expect that he would suddenly call me such an affectionate name, and I was stunned for a moment.
But the next second, the fragrant and milky mung bean cake appeared in my hand, and I put it in my mouth.
It melts in your mouth and is fragrant and smooth. The fragrance of mung beans and the softness of milk are combined into one. The fine sand in it is sweet but not greasy, sweet and waxy.
After finishing this bite, I wanted to have another one.
But he blinked, moved the paper bag in his hand back along the crease, and put it away.
The slender fingers climbed up to my fingers that were holding the mung bean cake, and gently moved them between us.
He lowered the god's head, closed his eyes, and carefully licked away all the smell of mung bean cake.
All that was left was the pleasant smell that belonged to Him alone.
My heartbeat quickened for a moment.
After all, it’s a bit subconsciously embarrassing for you to be solo when a beautiful woman suddenly does such a thing to you.
He was obviously happy to see my reaction, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
With a backhand, he licked clean my hand, which was still very close to his lips and the tip of his nose, and held it in his hand again.
Keep walking forward.
As we walked, we gradually left the lively market and walked to the dark and moonless suburbs.
It is not an exaggeration to describe this place as black with dark clouds and wild paths.
But strangely, as long as I am holding his hand and standing next to him, I don't feel uneasy or scared at all.
I clearly saw him for the first time, he was the incarnation of Hastur, I knew it.
Because his eyes are very similar to those of Hastur and Anyjian.
But I also know that he is not Ren Jian.
As I walked, I noticed that the moonlight in the sky gradually appeared and gradually pushed away the thick black clouds. It was very big, as big as what I saw in Song Mansion.
Its body was emitting a bright red light like fresh blood, and it instantly infiltrated the entire world in my eyes like a living thing.
Except for him, the black color that shines strangely under the light of the blood moon is even stronger.
It seems to be complementing the blood moon and gradually blending into one.
His black hair was like a waterfall, now exuding a fluorescent light, gradually blending with the color of blood.
I saw him slowly turning his head to look at me, with unspeakable sadness in his eyes.
At the same time, I felt him gradually loosen his hand that had been holding mine tenderly.
"I can only accompany you so far, Bai."
"Don't be afraid, Ren Ji will come back and continue to protect you by your side."
"Oh, there's no need to be reluctant to leave me. You don't remember who I am, do you?"
I looked at him, I think my eyes were confused, but also sad.
I don’t know why I’m sad.
"We are the same person."
But after saying this, I felt that he seemed to frown, and his eyes looked at me with more reluctance.
"Little greedy cat, don't forget me, I am...Chu...Li..."
With his last words, my surroundings changed drastically.
There were many thick fogs coming from all directions, but they were isolated by the light of the blood moon.
I watched him gradually disappear before my eyes. When he uttered the last word, his lips were smiling at me, his eyes were gentle, and he was mouthing something, but I couldn't understand it.
Finally, he disappeared along with the light of the blood moon. Also dissipated was the thick fog coming from all directions.
His name was Chu Li, I heard him.
