The scenery in front of me suddenly changed from the verdant green of a cherry orchard to a vast yellow. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe endless yellow earth crisscrossed and cracked one by one, like a giant mouth that was so thirsty that it was smoking.

Due to drought and lack of water, it is almost impossible for green plants to grow on the land. The giant trees whose roots had penetrated deep into the earth and struggled to obtain water had lost their leaves, or even their bark, which had been eaten by the hungry.

But the sound of drums was playing lively, and people in colorful costumes were jumping and chanting with paper figures and paper horses, as well as various sacrificial objects, and praying to the sky.

I could feel the atmosphere of despair - desperate people were begging for rain right now.

"Tut-tut......"

I heard Liqing's voice again. The voice I heard in my dream before was girlish and crisp, but at this moment, her voice was a little more charming and hoarse, with a bit of the temptation of today's boring female boss.

"Today is Xiaoman, if the drought is like this, many people will starve to death at the end of the year!"

She said lightly, just an objective evaluation, without any personal emotions.

Liqing wore a light green dress, her long hair combed into a delicate style that I had only seen in the murals, but a simple thorn hairpin was inserted between her hair.

"There are some hardships that you can only bear by yourself. Only after bearing it will we think and change it. Standing in front of her, the beautiful man like a jade tree said indifferently.

"Thinking? Change? They will only sigh that God will not open their eyes! Li Qing sneered, "Hey, you don't care!" Xiaoman is dissatisfied, the field is broken, Xiaoman is not down, and the rake is hanging high! Would you watch them starve to death like this? ”

The man crouched down and gently touched the cracks in the ground with his hand, and the snow-white clothes all fell to the ground with his movements, but not a trace of dust could stain his white clothes.

After a moment's pause, he suddenly sighed softly, looked up at the sky, and suddenly disappeared into the air.

At that moment, an electric light tore through the sky, and clouds began to gather, obscuring the sun.

The people praying for rain let out a burst of high-pitched cheers, prostrate on the ground, and bow their heads.

One after another, thunder and lightning in the sky weaved into a dense web. When the clouds covered the sky and the sky was completely dark, the raindrops began to fall from the sky and converged into a huge curtain made of pearls, hanging between the sky and the earth.

It's raining!

Even I seemed to feel the sudden freshness of the hot air due to the moisture, and I seemed to smell the smell of dust being blown up by the rain. The people froze on the ground, and then, suddenly, bursting into almost frantic cheers.

The rain was so heavy that it filled the ravines with buckets. The parched surface of the earth greedily sucked the rain and dew, the trees sighed with pleasure in the water curtain, and the waterwheel by the river trembled a few times and creaked again.

At some point, there was a huge lotus leaf in Liqing's hand, and the lotus leaf was turquoise, which blended seamlessly with her light green clothes. She held the lotus leaf like a beautiful umbrella. The rain was falling so hard that the little umbrella trembled, but the drops of water could not reach her in any way.

She tilted her head and looked at the dense lightning nets in the sky, a bright and proud smile on her face.

Suddenly, her smile changed, and a sly light appeared in her eyes.

Li Qing stretched out a green jade hand and swiped lightly in the air, and a strong gust of wind swept through, blowing away a cloud directly above.

The clouds dispersed for a moment, and the body of a huge white dragon was impressively revealed in the sky.

Although the distance is far away, the figure of the white dragon is still extremely shocking. He looks valiant, majestic, similar to the form of the worldly paintings, and no painting, even the stroke of genius in the boring fast, can describe the brilliance and bearing of him. The moment they saw the white dragon, all the humans in the land were shocked, and suddenly they were silent, their legs and feet were sore, and they prostrated on the ground and bowed their heads.

A flash of lightning flashed, followed by a deafening thunderclap. The clouds closed again, and the figure of the white dragon disappeared in the clouds.

It's just a glimpse of what will become a lifelong memory for anyone who sees it. I felt like I was standing in the rain, but my body wasn't wet. I just looked at the sky in a daze, and sighed in my heart - it turns out that this is the white dragon!

So proud, so mighty, so high. I once wondered why there was a huge portrait of the white dragon depicted on the wall of the boring fast, and I also wondered why the word white dragon could not be mentioned in front of Liqing, and I also wondered who had disappeared silently for three thousand years that made Liqing feel inexplicable, and now, I have no doubts in my heart.

I saw Liqing holding the lotus leaves, looking up at the sky, like the moving expression of an innocent girl, and I understood that one was the god in the sky and the god in Liqing's heart.

At this moment, although I clearly knew that I was dreaming, I still felt a faint sourness in my heart, which made me breathless and suffocated. But at the same time, I also clearly understand what a huge gulf exists between myself and Liqing, which separates us from the two sides of the spectrum, making it unrealistic to express our hearts.

I've decided to be a silent Guardian, though, so it doesn't matter. I even felt that there was something beautiful about the scene in front of me.

"The god of the watermill is above, please bless us with good weather and abundant years!"

I heard the villagers praying aloud, scooping up the rain from the ground, raising it and throwing it back into the ditch.

The god of watermills?

I looked at the creaking waterwheel between the ditches, and suddenly realized a truth, and I couldn't help but laugh dumbly. The small man sacrifice to the god of three chariots is a custom that has been passed down in the countryside to this day. The three cars refer to the water wheel, the silk car and the oil wheel, because the small full season usually catches up with the rainy season, the silk reeling season and the oil pressing season, so the three car gods will be sacrificed. Among them, the legend of the watermill god is that it is a white dragon that will prosper clouds and rain at this time. People usually hold a glass of white water in their hands and sprinkle it between the ridges of the fields on this day, praying for the blessing of the wind and rain.

Could it be that one day a long, long time ago, due to Liqing's naughty behavior, there was an additional custom in the world that has been passed down for thousands of years?

The rain was still splashing freely, and the man in the white shirt had appeared behind Li Qing at some point.

"What do you want to do?" The man's voice seemed to be reprimanding, but the tone was faint, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Hey, these people are really stupid, they actually worship the god of war who killed all directions as the god of waterwheels......" Speaking of this, Li Qing couldn't help laughing, and Ge Gejiao smiled back and forth.

The man did not speak, nor did he expression, but looked at her indifferently with a pair of eyes that were as clear as autumn water.

Li Qing laughed for a while, her laughter suddenly lowered, and she asked softly, "Are you angry......" (To be continued.) )