When the adults finally finished the quarrel and found out that Maria was gone, everyone was in a hurry to find everywhere, and the grandmother had an idea, and ran to the back mountain with her son and daughter-in-law, and sure enough, she saw the girl sleeping next to the shrine, and the black knife enshrined in the shrine reflected the moonlight.

At the age of eight and a half, Maria came to the East Island again, but it was to attend the funeral of her grandmother, who had always loved her very much, and that return to the East Island was the last time she saw the Lion King. Since then, her hometown in the East Island has been inherited by her father and brother, and she and her parents have lived in Russia for a long time and have not returned to their hometown in the East Island. Maria asked her father about the Lion King, and after thinking about it, he said that he had not seen any blonde young men near his home, and that there was only an inexplicable knife enshrined at the Houshan Shrine. Even growing up on the East Island, my father didn't remember the name of the knife, and only scoffed at the fact that humans worshiped a knife, and her mother kept telling Maria that it was the name of her playmate that she had imagined when she was a child, and that she was not a god, and that the only real gods were God and Jesus, the Son of God, and that the others were heresies, and that Mary was strictly forbidden to believe in heresies, forcing her to go to church and pray with them.

Maria was skeptical, she really remembered that there was a blonde young man who claimed to be a god called the Lion King, and he had taken her all over the back mountains since she was a child, and the happiest thing every summer vacation was to be able to see the young man again, but now her father said that there was no such person, and her mother strictly forbade her to believe in heresy. Her parents' attitude was firm and serious, so Mary did not dare to say anything more, so she had to hide this matter in her heart and follow her parents to Christianity until she grew into adulthood. Maria never told her parents how majestic the young man was when he came to save her the night she was kidnapped by the young man who had a red birthmark like herself. The young man smiled beautifully, much like the warm winter sun, with a faint scent of grass, a bit like a fresh and moist smell after the rain, which was the summer memory of her childhood.

Maria had always wanted to see that young man again, but her parents would rather take her to travel around the world than take her back to her hometown on the East Island to contact the so-called heresies and heretics, so she had to desperately save money for travel expenses, hoping that one day she could return to the East Island to find the black-clonde young Lion King in her memory.

At the age of twenty-one, she finally saved enough money for her to travel to the East Island, and her parents did not stop her from going to the East Island for many years. On the flight to Higashijima, Maria Morita was extremely excited, it has been more than ten years, is the Lion King really her childhood fantasy friend? Is the shrine still there? Will she ever be able to see him again? Countless questions popped up in her head, and Maria kept thinking about them along the way.

Finally came to Dongdao's hometown, the old uncle's family received her warmly but distantly, looking at the ornaments that were exactly the same as the memories of childhood, she missed her kind grandmother very much, and her favorite brother Shikamaru.

"The Lion King?" The uncle scratched the top of his bald head, "I don't remember any child in the neighborhood with this name..."

"When you were shopping for groceries, you never heard of a child dying blonde hair?" The eldest aunt recalled the words of the three aunts and six mothers-in-law.

"Whose dog or cat is it?" Brother Lobby pondered.

"Mary is human!" The cousin slapped the cousin on the head.

"Who still has such a cheesy name now...", the little cousin scoffed.

Maria Morita drank tea in silence, it seemed that the uncle's family should not know, she couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the Lion King was really her childhood fantasy friend, not real? The next day, Mary got up early in the morning and walked back to the mountain with the memories in her mind. After more than ten years, the mountain has also changed a lot, the stream where the summer and the Lion King played fishing is gone, several luxury villas have been built on the hillside, the place where she was in distress when she was a child has become the back garden of a luxury villa, and the small tree that the two often climb up to take a nap is still there, and there are still two names of "The Lion King and Mary" engraved by her.

"There really is..."Mary burst into tears, this was when she first met the Lion King when she was four years old, she carved it with her own hands when he taught her to read, the two names were crooked, indeed the handwriting of a child when she was four years old, the Lion King was not her imaginary friend!

Stumbling towards the small shrine, the eyes are full of desolation, the small shrine looks like it has been a long time since no one has been sacrificed and cleaned, and it looks very depressed. Following the way her grandmother taught her to pray as a child, Maria couldn't help but approach the shrine, where only a black knife was placed, which she remembered when the Lion King was in distress as a child. Even if the shrine outside is bleak and depressed, and the knife is still wiped and shiny, there is no black-clothed blonde young man in the shrine, and the Lion King she has been thinking about for a long time is not inside.

Really... It's just fake... Maria couldn't hold back her tears as she looked at the knife.

"I thought you wouldn't be here in the future!"

A familiar voice came from her head, and Maria looked up to see the blonde youth grinning on the roof of the shrine looking down on her.

"Lion, Lion King?"

"Wow! You remember my name! ”

The young man jumped off the roof, and after more than ten years, his appearance did not change at all.

"The little girl is back, and it's not in vain that I've stayed here and haven't left."

The young man looked at her and smiled toothlessly, as warm as the warm winter sun in his memory.

"You... Why haven't you changed at all? Mary looked at the man in amazement, who had to look up from an angle that was now at eye level, and for the first time she felt that the young man was as handsome as the Greek god of the sun, Apollo.

"Because I'm a god!" The Lion King smiled, "The little girl has grown up, she used to be only up to my thighs, but now she is only half a head shorter than me!" ”

As a Japanese-Russian mixed-race, Maria Morita is becoming more and more beautiful, and in recent years, she has even become a net-slapper Madouer with her appearance, and she is a little popular on the Internet. The Lion King looked at the grown up Maria Morita's eyes flashed, it seems that it's okay...

"You're really... Is it a god? "Maria couldn't believe it, she had been instilled by her mother not to believe in heretical gods, and now she saw a person whose appearance had not changed for decades, how could she not believe it.

"Really!" The Lion King smiled, "I am a god called Fu Fu God by the world, I am a sword spirit, but I have a godhead, and the sword inside is my body." ”

"I never thought I'd ever see you again..."

Maria reached out to touch the Lion King's face and body with tears, and was surprised to find that her right little finger birthmark was slightly glowing, the Lion King raised his left hand and took off his gloves, the same mark on his little finger glowed, and the Lion King smiled and hooked Maria's right little finger with his left little finger.