Intoxicating Face Short Story: Goddess

Author: Yi Zheng

"Lord Xuan, man, do you really have a past life?"

The girl didn't know where to start with this, handed over the warm honey grapefruit tea in her hand, and sat down opposite her.

"I think there should be."

"Past life causes, present life effects."

"The word 'cause' can be explained clearly in just a few sentences."

"It's still early, so you can savor the water in this cup and listen to me tell you a story."

……

It is a village by the sea.

She is the goddess revered by thousands of people in the village.

And he is just a poor student.

For generations, the village has worshipped the legendary god, praying that every time he goes to sea, he will return safely and with a full load.

And the goddess is the only bridge between the village and the god.

Although I don't know what the truth is, the goddess is indeed a position of pampering.

It's just the goddess herself, but she's not happy.

From the day she was born, she was condemned as a goddess, with no worries about food and clothing, living a life that everyone envied, and she did not know what the word "poor" meant, but she could only see that there was always a figure in the streets and alleys, ragged, but unrestrained.

And she, every day, had to learn all kinds of cumbersome sacrificial knowledge, listening to the old people in the village constantly breaking their thoughts in their ears, saying some languages that they didn't understand, even if they just frowned, they would be felt to be disrespectful to god, even though she was a goddess, although she was the chosen person in the mouth of the old village chief.

He was just a poor student, living on the streets just to find a place to live.

He didn't know if he had eaten enough today and whether he would be able to eat tomorrow.

Looking at the goddess high above, he longed for that kind of life without worry.

Or rather, the heart was on her.

Remembering that every year at the time of the sacrifice, both men, women and children in the village knelt behind her and prostrated their heads, he knew that she was a being that he would never be able to touch in his life.

The seeds that sprout in the heart can only be buried in the deepest part of the heart.

Only this time, the goddess was lonely.

People watched the fishing boats disappear in front of their eyes one by one, looking forward to returning with full loads.

The white shell embedded in the hull of the ship seems to pin people's beautiful lives.

However, these ships have not been heard from again.

For some reason, over the years, this kind of thing has always happened frequently, and for the first time, people have a feeling of disappointment in the goddess.

This year, there are no sacrifices.

The goddess sat alone on the altar, and the crowd that had been flowing behind her was now the only one left, a poor student.

The goddess shook her head and smiled softly, and walked slowly.

"I thought, I should go."

"Only you seem to remember me."

"Even I wonder if the god we have worshipped throughout the ages really exists."

The scholar took out a small red flower from his bag and carefully put it on the head of the goddess.

"I never believed in any god."

"But I believe in you."

The goddess smiled and kissed the student lightly on the neck, which was the first time she felt the truth.

Also, for the last time.

The goddess is gone, is really gone.

The old village chief personally led people to throw their incomparably beloved goddess into the vast ocean.

She didn't resist, and a tear slipped from her eyes.

The freedom she longed for, this time, perhaps she really got.

It was just the silent figure standing behind her, but she would never see it again.

"I'm sorry, I can't love you in this life."

"In the next life, please let me meet you sooner."

The goddess is gone.

For the people in the village, it was just one less insignificant, even a little superfluous.

But for the student, what he took away was his free heart.

And the little red flower that fell with the wind.

That night, the scholar also left the village.

He carried his own dreams, and he also carried her dreams.

Go find the secret of that legend.

Perhaps at the end of the sea, there was the answer he needed.

Decades later, when an old man walked into the village holding a white shell.

People know that the original legend of the abandoned land is actually true.

Only this time, the old man no longer had the strength to get up from the ground.

I smiled at the boy standing in the doorway waiting for the girl.

The faint birthmark on the neck that could not be hidden.

It turned out that in this life, they really met early.