We construct gods, we fear gods, we believe in gods because we can't see them.

– White Crowe

"Are you serious?" Leaning over the table, Xuan Junyang reached out and touched Jane Gray's forehead, "You actually believe this?"

"Ouch," pushed Xuan Junyang's hand away, Jane Gray angrily pointed to the book on the table, "This is a translation that our family has been able to leave behind after generations of research and translation, how can it be fake!"

Looking down at the yellowed cover of the translation, Bai Gu read it along.

“《AGNOSTOS THEOS》”

Shaking his head, Xuan Junyang stood up and walked to the desk.

"Why such a name?" asked White Lone, turning his head to Jane Gray.

Jane Grey sat down: "It was the name of an unknown god, but my grandfather thought that the unknown gods were not specific and unique, they must be truly beyond people's cognition, beyond those metaphysical speculations." ”

Bai Gu nodded, he couldn't assert whether there were really gods in the world, and the basic task of philosophy was not to explore whether there were really gods in the world.

"That must be a lie," Xuan Junyang, who was standing at the table, flipped through the book in his hand as if he was looking at it, "There is no way to verify whether there are gods in the world, so I have already begun to study the gods that have not been discovered...... This kind of book is ridiculous!"

"Why did he become so excited?" Looking at Xuan Junyang's slightly trembling hand, Jane Gray looked at Bai Gu in puzzlement.

Bai Gu didn't speak, and when Xuan Junyang became excited, he never asked or interfered much.

Xuan Junyang didn't say anything, just closed the book in his hand and walked quickly to the coffee table: "I should ask you what is written in the book before making a judgment." ”

Jane flipped through the somewhat loose bound book: "It is a translation and annotation of the contents of the original book. ”

After flipping through a few pages casually, Xuan Junyang continued to ask, "What does that have to do with our graduation?"

"You're still a student of history," pouted, and Jane turned her head to look at Bai Gu, "Don't you want to go for a test?"

Bai Gu smiled bitterly, how he didn't like adventure.

"Don't you want Xuan Junyang?" Seeing that Bai Gu didn't seem to be in high spirits, Jian looked at Xuan Junyang again, "In my opinion, people like you are bound to disbelieve in God, don't you want to check whether the content of this book is true? If it's true or false, you can come and criticize me to your heart's content, and I accept it completely." ”

Xuan Junyang looked at the words on the bound book roughly.

"On the other side of time, there stands the observer. ”

"Luphanes, the god of the oceans, is an imaginary embryo born of nothingness. Hic Sunt Dragones, churning deformed dragon derivatives. ”

"What a mess," frowning, Xuan Junyang raised his eyes to look at Jane Gray, "I think it's necessary for me to overturn this unrealistic assumption, are you sure your ancestors don't have mental illness?"

Jane Gray rolled her eyes at Xuan Junyang.

"It's just that if it turns out that this book is absolutely not true at that time, won't it bury your Gray family's hundreds of years of painstaking research?" raised his eyes and looked at Jane Gray, with a playful look on his face, "In addition to this book, do you have other research that you can handle?"

"You don't have to worry about that," said Jane Gray, holding her head proudly, "don't see that I'm not obsessed with research, my family has been an encyclopedic figure for generations. When our family was studying alchemy, your ancestors may still be bent on gaining fame and not succeeding!"

"Then you just want to say that your family has a lot of research, and this little translation is simply a drop in the bucket. Looking at Jane Gray's appearance, Xuan Junyang sat back on the sofa.

"But this translation is the most precious study," Jane looked at Bai Gu, who was sitting silently on the side, "I must marry an excellent scholar and pass on the family's achievements." ”

"Then you have to prove that what this book says is true," Xuan Junyang said, looking at the big window behind Bai Gu, "The rain seems to have stopped a little, I'll go first." ”

"Where are you going?" Seeing Xuan Junyang walking out the door, Bai Gu asked him.

"A date with Miss Crawford has been set a long time ago," he said, Xuan Junyang, who walked to the door, looked back at Bai Gu, "Of course, if the rain doesn't stop, I won't go." ”

After speaking, with the sound of "kick and tap" from the stairs, Xuan Junyang walked out.

Shaking his head and smiling, Bai Gu stood up: "It looks like you don't need to prepare dinner for him tonight." ”

"Shall I have dinner here, then?" said Jane Grey, smiling silly, as Jane Grey pleaded.

"Absolutely. ”

Looking at Bai Gu's back as he walked to the table, Jane Grey asked, "I just don't understand, how can a young master like you cook?"

"My father is not at home all the year round, and he studied secretly," Bai Gu said, looking back at her, "You asked this question when you first saw me cooking, why do you ask again?"

"Did I ask?" Blinked, Jane Grey lay back on the couch, "Maybe I forgot!"

With his back to Jane, Bai Gu smiled slightly. Sometimes he even thought it was okay to marry Jane Grey like that, after all, he liked this girl very much. There's a room, a job, a favorite thing, a wife like this, and what else to ask for—I just don't know what kind of emotions Jane has for herself.

"Bai Gu," Jane behind Bai Gu continued to ask him, "Why was Xuan Junyang angry just now?"

Hearing Jane's question, Bai Gu was silent.

He caught a glimpse of Xuan Junyang's figure from the window.

After a long time, he reached out and rubbed his gray and messy hair caused by the lack of whiteness: "Who knows. ”

......

If you don't believe in gods, you'll never believe in gods.

These are the words that Xuan Junyang left in his heart.

If you ask why, there is no other reason - the Xuan family is by no means prosperous, as if it were a curse. Xuan Junyang's mother died of infirmity, Xuan Junyang's youngest sister died of cold, and his second brother, who was studying medicine, was not only unable to treat his family, but also unable to heal himself—he died in the street, shot and killed.

Xuan Junyang is used to seeing death, the appearance and form of death, and the last expression of people when facing death. His mother, a lady who was naturally so beautiful and dignified, died with sunken eyes and a very frightened expression, and his second brother, such a fearless man, died with his pants wet.

Xuan Junyang would never believe that there were gods in the world, at least not in the presence of good gods. If there is really a person who saves the suffering, and there is really a guest who purifies all sentient beings, at least a few fewer people will die in his family. None of the women who run the family, the innocent innocent children, and the patriotic young people who fight for the truth are worthy of death.

As for cause and effect, it is even more bullshit. God knows which century, which dynasty, and which ancestor of the Bai family did such a thing to be retributed to this generation of descendants, and on what basis it should be retributed to this generation of descendants. If this cycle of cruelty is also the rule of the gods, then Xuan Junyang can be even more convinced that what people believe in is not good.

Xuan Junyang didn't want to die, he didn't know what kind of feeling made everyone who died look frightened, but the arrival of death was definitely not a joyful thing. Moreover, the thought of what he might end up in after death was the world created by such disgusting false worship made him even more unwilling to let death befall him.

Thinking like this, he stepped on the stagnant water on the ground and splashed it on his shoes and trouser legs. He didn't care, he just blindly quickened his pace, hoping to get rid of the indelible memories left by his family in his memory.

"Xuan Junyang hates the gods so much, because he has never been lucky in his life. ”

......

"I love your book. As night fell, Bai Gu sat at the table and said to Jane Gray.

"Huh?" Glancing up at Bai Gu, Jane was too focused on the food on her plate to hear him. She was amazed at the staggering level of Chinese cooking techniques, the use of ingredients, and the control of flavors, and she didn't know whether to praise Bai Gu or China, or both.

"I said, I love your book. "Bai Gu eats fast and eats less. So at this point he just sat across from Jane Grey and didn't move anything.

"Oh," nodded, and Jane wiped her mouth, "Then you have much more taste than Xuan Junyang." From his attitude towards the mysterious unknown, it is clear that he must be a person who lacks romance. ”

Lowering his eyes and smiling, Bai Gu replied to her: "Xuan Junyang's life is also difficult. ”

"Are her parents dead too?"

"Oh, sorry. Although Jane Grey took the initiative to mention it, Bai Gu was still embarrassed to frown at her.

"It's nothing, people always die," she said, shrugging her shoulders, as Jane Grey finished eating, "but they've been lost in my memory for ten years." ”

"They are ......"

"Because of that book," said Jane Gray, pointing to the coffee table, "they thought they could never recover it if they missed the moment, so they went to the mainland under the threat of poison gas and guns, and disappeared." ”

Nodding, Bai Gu looked at Jane Gray's nonchalant expression, it was hard to imagine how a teenager would spend these ten years.

"Would you like tea?" asked the white fox, seeing that Jane Grey had finished eating.

"Yes, but I still like to add milk. On the question of whether to add milk to tea, Xuan Junyang also had a fierce argument with Ms. Gray. Jian believes that drinking tea with milk is a British tradition, and tea should be adapted to local conditions when it comes to England, while Xuan Junyang believes that adding milk to tea is simply a brain problematic behavior, which not only destroys the original aroma of tea, but also adds new annoying flavors.

Bai Gu nodded: "Okay." "He doesn't care about whether to add milk or not, he's been like that since he was a child, respecting everyone's choices and trying to meet everyone's needs for him as much as possible.

"That's great," said Jane, sitting down on the couch and curling up like a kitten, "if you're willing to accommodate me, I'll tell you more interesting stories from this book." ”

The lights weren't bright, but Jane's face was so soft and hazy that she couldn't help but want to kiss them.

Bai Gu laughed.

"I hope Xuan Junyang will come back later. ”