A cloud drifted by on the horizon, and a young girl in the tribe looked up at this time, and saw the cloud, and felt in her heart, and two months later found that she was pregnant, and she was pregnant, and the people of the tribe thought it was a miracle, and they thought that this child must be the son of the gods.

When the child was born, he was a son, and everyone loved him, whether it was the fair skin, or the fluffy black hair, and when his dark black eyes looked at him, no one did not secretly rejoice in his heart, hoping that he would leave his figure in those eyes.

They called him the Son of God, and they were willing to offer him the best, and in order that he might enjoy the best skins, they used all their talents to hunt down the cunning beasts, and to clothe the Son of God with the softest skins on their bellies.

They will build better houses, where the wind will not blow and the rain will not fall, so that the son of God will live a worry-free life with a smile on his face.

However, their god son did not like to laugh, and more often than not, his eyes were a little indifferent, like a god looking down on the world in the sky, unable to blend in.

They will not complain about this, but will be more active, hoping to win the favor of the Son of God, however, in the eyes of the Son of God, they have never been there.

"My child, what do you really like?"

The mother of the Son of God, the girl who was called the "Mother of God" because she conceived the Son of God, asked about this unusual son with some concern.

She wanted his son to have a companion in his short life, and he was no longer so lonely, but at that time, she did not know that her divine son could live forever.

With the blessing of the power of faith, some things have slowly awakened, and the Son of God said to his mother, "I am the god of love, and I hold the authority of love, and I want to fill this world with love, and I cannot have lovers, and then I will be partial." What I see is the sky, and if there is love, it must be in heaven. ”

The Mother of God doesn't know how to read, she doesn't know more truths, she can't understand these complicated words, but she understands the meaning of "can't have a lover", and there is only melancholy sympathy in her eyes, why can't the Son of God have a lover?

She shook her head slightly, not bringing up the subject again.

In a hundred years, two generations have passed in the tribe, and the Son of God is still there, but he has been honored as the god of love, and he has been worshipped by them, so that their lives are full of love, harmony and beauty, and yet, they have also stayed away from them, and have not affected their normal life.

The god of love, which only appears at the time of sacrifice, is like the nectar after a long drought, and has obtained better sacrifices and more devout faith.

One day, one year, 100 million years... I don't know how many years later, the small world has become the middle world, the middle world has become the big world, technology has become the mainstream again, the god of love who has always held the authority of love, the handsome young man, walking in the crowd, has been able to reduce the impact on them, and no one will look at him more.

The increase in humanity in divinity, walking on the modern streets, looking at the billboards on the skyscrapers, colorful lights and some advertising screens, makes him feel familiar and strange.

"Seemingly, I've been here. ”

He thought like this, his pace slowed down, step by step, and when he passed a certain school, he looked a few more times, looked in one direction and thought, maybe there should be a tall building there, maybe there should be there... What's there?

In his mind, there seems to be a picture about to come out, but there is always something missing, and the last layer of fog cannot be wiped away, which makes him rarely a little irritable, wanting to do something, but not knowing what to do.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing on the roof of the building, the roof of the school was not high, five or six floors, he stood there, stood on the edge, stood for a long time, looking at the twilight, the picture in his mind still could not be clearly displayed.

Eros was unusually irritable.

Modern society is not as religious as it was at the beginning, and Eros has already seen this trend, before that he has gotten rid of his dependence on faith, he did not live because of faith at first, nor will he die because of the death of faith, in the process, he has seen countless gods born and die, those gods who rely too much on mortals, will eventually be abandoned by mortals.

Many times he doesn't know why he is special, but yesterday he had a faint understanding, maybe by seeing that picture clearly, he can know some things, more things.

He tirelessly walked on the streets that made him a little familiar, and he would also look at the buildings that made him feel good, and occasionally walk in the office where white-collar workers gathered, watching them busy with work, laughing and chatting, he liked the spacious and bright president's office, and also liked the high position, looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see all the people, walking around, from the beginning, it seemed that it should be such a distance.

One day, the picture in his mind became clear, he was standing in a villa, this was a newly built villa, no one had lived in it yet, but he looked at it as if he had lived in it.

Not only him, but also a person, who is it?

He was trying to think that maybe this effort had finally borne fruit, like a flood breaking down a dam, and the last layer of fog seemed to have been washed by water, and finally revealed its true face, which was a story of pictures connected together, a story that he remembered vividly.

I can't see myself in the picture, only the woman, her smile, her gaze, and the love she occasionally shows make him feel immersive, as if the person being watched is himself, warm, and his whole body is like soaking in warm water slightly higher than his body temperature, which is very comfortable, and all the chill in his body is released.

"Who is she?"

The memory is so clear, it can't be an ordinary person, and she is the only color in all the pictures she appears, so that he can no longer see anything else.

Maybe the "he" in his memory is not clear, but in his eyes now, this woman's unusualness is too obvious, such as the dark night star, as long as you notice it, you can't ignore it, as the most brilliant one, she has the root of fascinating "him", that is, at this moment, he also thinks that such a person is too special, so special that it is difficult not to see her, and his gaze is originally a kind of love.

"Who is it?"

He was asking himself, but there was no answer.

Perhaps, he does not belong here.

The sadness that suddenly appeared made Eros confused, who am I, where am I from, where am I going? These three questions have been bothering him, he sometimes knows very well that he is the son of God in the primitive tribe, and the later God of Love is him, and in the era of the bright gods, he also has a place for this god of love, that is, to this day, the otaku like the invisible man, is also him.

He knew that he was born from that primitive tribe, and he also knew that his future development would definitely be to become a higher level god, but sometimes, he felt that this was not the case.

There were so many people in that primitive tribe, except for him, there was no second god son, and there was no second god, and it was not until a long time after he was born that other gods appeared, and the conditions for his birth were not the same.

- There is no such thing.

In the age of the gods, many gods gathered together and could talk about the world, and everyone had their own views on human beings, the kind of integration and separation, the same and different views, but he never, was evaluated as "the god of love without love", he did not understand their indulgence, just as they did not understand his coldness.

- Not of the same kind.

When the gods die, in the age of technology, everything is different again, the gods who lack faith go crazy and die, they fall in the last carnival, they try their best, and finally die in the effort, only him, doing nothing, step by step to reduce the dependence on faith, like in detoxification, cutting flesh and bloodletting, little by little to adapt to those pains, in the end, all the pain is gone, a body relaxed.

- Like an anomaly.

Different ways of birth, different character traits, different endings, perhaps, I never belonged here, I didn't belong to them, I and they were not the same kind.

This is not the first time such an enlightenment, so why is he here?

The picture is clear, but the questions have not been answered, he still has a lot of things he doesn't understand, but he won't cling to it, "Maybe, when I go to the next level, I'll know." ”

He had a vague feeling that the current level was not the highest, that he could do better, that a less flat road was in front of him, and that all he had to do was to bypass the boulder that seemed to be in his way, and continue along the road, winding paths to reach the final place.

Many years have passed, and after an end of the world, all the people in the big world who have not been hit and collapsed have picked up their faith again, for the love of God, for love, concentrated faith, pure faith, and faith under the drawbridge effect, like a link, reconnecting the gods and the world.

Driven by this force, the power of Eros is growing rapidly, for a moment, all people forget the apocalyptic catastrophe that has not completely disappeared, looking at the real god, a handsome young man named Eros, he looked up at the starry sky, looked at the countless stars, his eyes seemed to have risen above that night, saw the light behind him, the god who slowly flew up, the body turned into a god with thousands of points of light, his human form gradually could not be maintained, the points of light spread outward, and the human form seemed to expand, deformed in the expansion.

The people who looked up to him couldn't help but stretch out their hands, hoping to catch those points of light, like the gods who saved them, and as those points of light landed, green grass gradually emerged on some barren land, trying to push through the cracked cement pavement, and the green grass that struggled to grow represented the love of life.

"What happened?"

The people's eyes widened, as if they saw a smile belonging to the gods, the smile of the god of love, and their faces unconsciously showed the same smile, a tearful smile, a joy, a sorrow, a farewell that must be parted, with some irretrievable sentimentality.

He left.

Love is not gone.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the mines! It may be different from what everyone thinks, to explain, Mu Qiang is nature, people are like this, gods are like this, this attraction is mutual, when the strength of the gods is not strong, he can still feel the difference between Li Yue, the spiritual power is weak but exists, this is extraordinary enough to draw the distance from mortals, no matter how strong the gods are, they are still gods, and all kinds of properties that belong to him will not change, for example, all aspects that have been excellent will attract people.

Fairy love, in fact, is just the attraction of mutual admiration. Thank you to the little angel who voted for me during 2020-02-22 23:08:07~2020-02-23 22:05:12~

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