"Madara, how do you say that there is a spark of love between an eldest lady and her best friend?"

In order to arrange a story that can move Hongchen, Dong Wusheng has been sitting at the desk for almost an hour, and she has always been familiar with people, but she has no idea what to do this time.

Madara: "......?"

Madara lowered his eyebrows in confusion, "What is Wusheng asking this for?"

Dong Wusheng: "......"

As one of the protagonists of the story, Madara seems to have completely failed to receive the secret battles between her and Hongchen.

"Forget it," Dong Wusheng let out a long sigh, "It's my fault for asking you this kind of question. ”

Madara, who didn't understand what Dong Wusheng meant, looked at Dong Wusheng's distressed appearance, and still tried to think about this question, "Actually, the main thing is that the love between women is too strange, which makes Wusheng feel troubled, right?"

Dong Wusheng raised his eyebrows, and there was a smile between his eyebrows, "Uh-huh, although you don't understand anything, you can grasp the point quite accurately?"

Madara scratched his hair, and seemed to be a little embarrassed by Dong Wusheng's ridicule, "Grab something or something...... I don't think I'm very good at it...... I don't really understand it, but I think about it from the perspective of Wusheng, and I do a lot of things......"

Dong Wusheng: "......"

Although she is almost used to it, she is also quite distressed that this guy is always like this......

Every day, "I'm okay, just be good", "I'm not very good at anything else, but consider you very good"...... Who can withstand this kind of talk! Isn't she a girl!

But for Madara, saying this kind of thing is really just stating the facts in an objective tone......

It makes people bald.

“......”

Dong Wusheng glanced at Madara sadly, not knowing what to say.

Madara blinked, as if he didn't understand the look......

"If it's just confusion about the love between women, Wusheng might be able to find such people and ask them. ”

Huh!

Dong Wusheng's eyes lit up, what a good idea!

Dong Wusheng couldn't wait to stand up, patted Madara's shoulder, dropped the sentence "Well done", and hurried out.

Madara stood in place and hesitated for a moment, and began to clean up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone that Dong Wusheng had thrown on the table.

Dong Wusheng came all the way to the temple, found the person in charge of the information department, reported the name of Meng Zhuang, and asked them to help see if they could find such a person now.

The temple on the eastern side of the country is obviously much more sound than that of Rose Town, and as soon as she enters, she is greeted by polite reception staff, who introduce her to the functions of various departments and ask her what is going on.

Hearing her report Meng Zhuang's name, the lady who received her was slightly surprised, but after reading the evidence presented by Dong Wusheng, she didn't say anything, and politely led her to the lounge, and asked her to wait here for a while, and she would be notified as soon as there was a result.

Dong Wusheng sat in the lounge, playing with the token given by Meng Zhuang, and waited patiently.

The token given by Meng Zhuang was a ring, all silver, with a ruby the size of a fingernail inlaid at the top, and Meng Zhuang himself wore one on his hand.

The gemstone looks very pure and crystal clear, but when worn as everyday jewelry, it seems a bit too grand.

I can't imagine that Meng Zhuang originally liked things in this style.

Thinking of Meng Zhuang, Dong Wusheng shook his head.

So far, this guy has behaved normally, with elegant manners, very gentlemanly demeanor, and his interests seem to be quite elegant.

"Mr. Meng is very knowledgeable. ”

When she praised him like this, Meng Zhuang lowered his head and pursed his lips and smiled, with a rather humble and gentle attitude.

Later, when I saw him getting along with the people of the temple, it didn't seem that he only behaved like this in front of her, but after she arrived here, she saw that everyone was respectful to him, and casually inquired, only to know that this guy was actually the high priest of the temple, and the original temple was initiated and established by him.

looks like a very low-key person, but the rings in the collection are unexpectedly public.

However, it may just be because the ring has a special meaning to him.

"Miss Dong?"

The lady at the reception was calling out to her.

Dong Wusheng came back to his senses, put the ring away, and smiled at the lady who received him, "I'm listening, you say." ”

The lady who received her handed her a page and told her to go to this address to find the person she was looking for.

Dong Wusheng took the note with the address written on it, and walked as she asked for directions, and when she finally stood at the target gate, the sun was slowly retracting its last rays.

Dong Wusheng looked up at the building in front of him, it was a very ordinary room, with red tiles and white walls, and green vines and plants crawling on all sides, ordinary but full of vitality.

Standing at the door, Dong Wusheng could already smell the smell of calamity coming from inside the house.

According to the lady who received it, it was inhabited by a calamity who had surrendered himself to the temple.

The calamity of surrendering is really quite unusual.

Dong Wusheng imagined with interest the appearance of the owner of the house.

The reason why human beings become calamities after death is because there is a desire to survive that is far beyond instinct in the body, and it finally becomes a calamity, but they go to the temple to surrender themselves to death.

Human beings are always contradictory, Dong Wusheng thinks this is very interesting, the short life of human beings is like a meteor, the more these visitors accelerate to the ground, the more radiant they are, for the gods, human life is as short as if it is only a few moments, but they burn out endless love and hate in this fleeting life, so that the gods also feel dazzling.

Of all the gods, she should be the closest to human, but even so, she still can't be like humans, allowing her sensibility to prevail over reason.

She sympathizes with calamity as well as humanity. Every plague that struggled with her despair was driven by her coming, she grieved for it, but never stopped killing, her duty was engraved on her soul, and no matter how much her sensibility clamored to stop this damn thing, her mind was always at the mercy of reason—to go forward, to find the next calamity.

Although he was crazy, he always knew how to create disaster in his madness.

Chang Feng fell into the world for her, but for thousands of years, the moon still rose as usual, and in the beginning, he did not stop her from becoming what she should be.

Agatha has been looking for Changfeng for thousands of years, she is no longer the once rough and wild god of fire, she wears a cheongsam, is obsessed with tobacco, and her body is stained with traces of longing, but except for Dong Wusheng, who is familiar with them, no one can see that she misses someone so hard, she lives as usual, and even opens a shop in the world, and her smile is still as comfortable as before.

Perhaps because, apart from absolute reason, no one can be safe and sound under immortal memory.

"Hello, is this Lady Wormwood's home? I'm from the temple and would like to know something from you. ”

Dong Wusheng raised his hand and lightly buckled it three times on the vermilion door.