petition to god

015

"Ran Yao, he must live, so I hope he can forget me."

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The ninth idol disappeared.

Nan Xi struggled to get out from the intense weightlessness, regained consciousness little by little, and when he felt the airflow and temperature around him, his limbs gradually became cold and stiff.

He lowered his gaze, looked at the plain silver ring on his left hand, and smiled contentedly.

After an unknown amount of time, there were voices and movements outside the hall. Nan Xi supported the altar next to him and stood up with difficulty. He wanted to speak, but his throat was grabbed by a force, which prevented him from making a sound.

He was almost unable to move his feet, but Nan Xi still tried his best to raise his head, looked at the light in front of him, and moved slowly.

Dawn was breaking, and the sun was gathering momentum on the overcast clouds. Nan Xi was holding the door of the palace, his vision blurred, and then his legs gave way, and he fell down on the high threshold, breathing weakly and trembling.

With the last bit of strength left, he took out the drawing paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and picked up a black crayon in the middle.

The first ray of light pierced through the thick clouds, illuminating the mountains, lakes, rice fields and wooden houses in Liangxian Village. Nan Xi slumped his shoulders and looked towards Anya Cemetery. He stroked the ring on his ring finger and slowly closed it. eyes.

After the spring rain and thunder, the sky cleared completely, and the wind blew slowly from the mountains, lingering at the corners of the drawing paper, and gently sweeping across the two lines of writing on it.

-Ran Yao loves Nan Xi

-I love you too

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The campus of Liangxian No. [-] Middle School was disturbed by the loud radio, and the students in the classroom complained and lay down on the ground.

"Teachers, students, good morning! Next week, the third grade of junior high school will usher in the midterm exam of this semester. Here, the school uses the exercise time between classes to mobilize everyone before the exam..."

Some students are complaining: "Just a few days after the exam, it's another exam, it's still a big exam, let people live..."

The deskmate echoed, "I feel like I can't even turn my head." He turned his head, glanced eagerly at the back row, and put his hands together, "I really envy our monitor, who can easily get the first place in every exam. It's like playing, hurry up and worship."

The classmates who were discussing in twos and threes around followed and looked towards the back row, only to see a boy lazily lying on the desk, who had been catching up on sleep since morning reading, two classes passed and he was still unshakable, not even the ear-shattering broadcast sound Can wake up this Buddha.

The person next to him pushed him: "Squad leader, wake up, wake up!"

The last force was too strong, and he half-pulled his body and fell out of the desk. The person who was awakened suddenly raised his head and slammed into the back of the chair.

The classmate at the front desk shook his hand twice in front of his eyes, and snapped his fingers: "Hey, monitor, have you returned to your soul? Look at you, don't you have a nightmare?"

"Hmm." Humming a syllable casually, Nan Xi took out the English textbook from the table hole, spread it out, and put it on the table.

The front desk turned sideways and poked his head: "Brother Xi, according to reliable information, after the mid-term exam, our grade decided to hold an autumn outing to let everyone relax. I just don't know where to go. You can help me and ask."

The next table listened, and interjected: "If you have any questions, Qianshui Temple, I always choose there. I seriously doubt whether our principal is the host of Qianshui Temple. It is a joint construction!"

Scattered laughter came to my ears, Nan Xi turned the pen indifferently, stared at the homework after class, and answered while scanning the questions: "Ask yourself."

Nunu mouthed at the front table, and sighed: "Everyone is only looking forward to this, please help me, sir, even though Liangxian City has a national scenic spot, it can't get old, it has been broken for hundreds of years. What is there to do in the temple ruins?"

Nan Xi frowned, and said impatiently: "I don't have time, I still have to read."

"Hey." The laughter around became louder. The front desk simply turned around and sat on the chair instead. Which exam is not the second place in the grade by 3, 40 points? How much time can you waste by asking?"

Nan Xi remained silent, concentrating on the questions, no matter how much the front desk chattered, her eyelids never lifted.

The 10-minute long broadcast finally ended, and the next class was physical education. The front desk had no choice but to resort to a killer trick: "Brother Xi, are you playing basketball?"

"Hit." Nan Xi closed the book without hesitation.

"Damn!" The front desk cursed in a low voice, "Aside from doing quizzes and playing basketball, what else do you have in your mind?"

Nan Xi didn't answer his words, she stood up and raised her eyebrows at him, "Go, take a seat."

Liangxian No. [-] Middle School had a two-hour lunch break. Nanxi came to the shed behind the teaching building, rolled out her mountain bike, stretched her long legs, kicked her feet, and quickly slipped out of the school gate.

The wind in early autumn is refreshing and pleasant, and the warm light flows down from the intertwined branches above his head. Nan Xi rides through the rows of straight boxwood trees. There are five seconds left on the crosswalk lights. He arches his back and braces his legs for three seconds. Speed ​​up and turn at the next intersection onto a secluded and quiet narrow road on the right.

The mountain bike easily climbed up the slope and parked steadily at the entrance of Qianshui Temple Park.After buying a ticket, he went inside and walked around the winding and rugged gravel road among the holly bushes. Nan Xi came to the small shop selling incense next to the main hall, bent his index finger and tapped on the counter: "Grandma."

"Nan Xi is here." Grandma's voice came from far to near. She opened the curtain, holding a pot of freshly made tofu soup in her hand, and the aroma spread, "Move out the small table."

Nan Xi hurriedly took out a foldable table board that was stored on the side of the counter, set it up, and took the bowl from grandma's hand, "You have trouble with your legs and feet, didn't you tell me to wait until I come to work again?"

"You study so hard, and you always come to accompany me to have lunch. Of course, you can eat it when you come, so you can save some time, so that you can sleep with the back room for a while." Then, grandma brought out another pot Mixed vegetables and Nan Xi's favorite sweet red fruit.

"Enough is enough." Nan Xi helped her grandma to sit on the wooden chair, and first scooped out a bowl of soup for her, "I can't help it, the food in the school cafeteria is too bad, I just want to eat what you made."

In front of the incense shop, the old and the young ate an ordinary but warm lunch with relish in the still autumn atmosphere. Nan Xi drank the tofu soup in the bowl and was just about to put away the tableware and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. It rang, he picked it up, it was my mother.

Nan Xi connected: "Yes."

Mom's voice sounded a little excited: "Xiaoxi, where are you?"

"Grandma's here." Nan Xi clamped the phone between her shoulders and the side of her face, and picked up the bowls and chopsticks with her crooked body.

"Oh, what are you talking about with an old lady who sells incense?" Mom complained, "Are you free now?"

Nan Xi walked into the crowded kitchen: "No time."

The mother is too lazy to talk to him, the child is now in a rebellious period, and no one can listen to what he says except the inexplicable grandmother: "Your father and I are in the confinement club near your school. What are you doing today?" Mommy's son is over a hundred days old, so you have to find time to come and have a look."

Nan Xi had never been clear about the relationship between his mother's group of sisters. In the end, they were all called godmothers, and he didn't know which one they were talking about. He was not interested: "I won't go."

My mother refused to let go: "Hey, this is my best friend, you do me a favor, come and take a look, when you were young, it was your godmother who loved you the most."

Nan Xi was about to talk back when grandma suddenly walked in and patted him on the shoulder meaningfully: "Go."

Nan Xi was stunned, he hung up the phone in a hurry, and looked at grandma motionlessly.Grandma turned around and went into the back room. When she came out, she had something extra in her hand. Nan Xi squinted and saw that it was a red bamboo dragonfly.

"Let's go." Grandma smiled kindly, "This is a gift from me to you two."

Nan Xi took the bamboo dragonfly with complicated emotions, and held it tightly in his palm.

Passing by the supermarket, buying all kinds of supplements randomly, Nan Xi settled the bill in a hurry, stepped on the mountain bike, turned on the horsepower, and rode towards the Yuezi Club.

Going up to the third floor according to the information sent by his mother, Nan Xi stood at the door of room 19, feeling his strong heartbeat, took a deep breath, collected himself, tapped on the door twice, "please come in" , so he pushed it away and walked in.

"Oh, Nan Xi! Long time no see!" The godmother sat on the bed with a ruddy complexion, crossed her legs, and waved to him, "Come on, let the godmother take a good look at you."

Nan Xi put down the tonic, greeted politely, and then took a step forward: "How is the godmother?"

"It's almost recovered." The godmother stroked Nan Xi's hair with pity, "Is the handsome guy growing taller again? His grades are so good. I will help you brother in the future."

"Yeah." Nan Xi unconsciously looked towards the baby room, "Can I... take a look at him?"

"Of course, I called you here to see my brother." The godmother took his hand and sent him towards the nursery, "Go, I'll chat with your parents for a while."

Nan Xi held his breath, his steps were sometimes heavy and sometimes soft, he didn't know what he was nervous about, flustered for no reason, but he could truly feel the faint hope and expectation in his heart that had been silent for many years.

Holding the doorknob with her right hand, the mother suddenly said, "Have you chosen a name for the child?"

Nan Xi was stunned for a moment, his Adam's apple slipped, he pursed his lips and listened carefully.

"I just picked it up. The old people in the family disagreed. They argued for a long time, and it was finally settled yesterday." The godmother smiled and pulled the shawl to her chest, "Call——"

The door of the baby room closed slowly behind Nan Xi, and he took the bamboo dragonfly and walked slowly towards the crib not far away.The patterns on the surrounding walls were fireworks and stars. The baby in the bed was shaking restlessly with a pacifier in its mouth. Seeing Nan Xi, the pacifier fell off and stopped making trouble. With a runny nose, he obediently rushed at him. Spit a bubble.

Nan Xi raised the bamboo dragonfly, waved his arms, swayed back and forth in the air, drew several circles around the crib, and said softly, "Baby, look, the red dragonfly flew over our heads."

The toy in my hand touched the wind chime tied to the stroller, and there was a "dingling", which was crisp and pleasant.Nan Xi bent down and looked at the blushing little baby very close.

"Hi Ran Yao, my name is Nan Xi." He smiled, bent his index finger and stroked the bridge of his nose lightly, "I've been waiting for you."

After the voice fell, the baby on the bed seemed to feel something, and quickly stretched out his arm, and grabbed Nan Xi's hand forcefully.

A skylark with brown-gray feathers rested on the window sill outside the house. Its small black eyes kept watching the movement in the room. After a long time, it spread its wings and took off with its head held high. It turned into a ray of white light and rushed into the clear sky.

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Thank you little angels for reading this story.

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