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Since the silver moon occupied the sky for longer and longer periods of time, the people of Tethys became more devout to the saint.
After the ceremony that day, the time controlled by the Blue Moon was indeed shorter than that of the Silver Moon, but this situation only lasted for a few months before the Silver Moon once again covered the land for a longer time.
As a result, people became more pious to the saint. Even if it was not a ceremony day, a large number of people would still spontaneously go to the statue in the central square to pray for the saint.
They knelt devoutly on the stone steps and prayed that the evil moon would completely stay away from the sky of Tethys. The offerings in front of the statue were so full that there was no place to put them.
The frequency of ceremonies organized by the holy city gradually became more frequent, until it evolved into once every half a month today.
Whenever the two moons alternate, the Saint will stand on the high platform in the square under the gaze of countless eyes, holding the golden holy sword to cut off the evil moon for the people, in exchange for a long era of peace.
The saint with long silver hair raised the holy sword on the stage countless times, and her blue eyes shone with a sacred light.
“May the memory be with you.”
Until the end of the ceremony, she once again gave her blessings to everyone.
People believed that wherever the holy sword passed, it would cut off Silver Moon's curse, but only she knew that what the holy sword cut off was nothing but the empty moonlight.
That's it.
Long after the ceremony ended, the square fell into deserted silence. The moonlight sprinkled between the statues, illuminating the face of the saint which had never changed.
To the people of Tethys, the saint seemed to have never changed at all, both in appearance and character, she was as eternal and sacred as the golden moon and could not be desecrated.
Her skin was as white and flawless as fresh snow, and moonlight flowed through her silver hair.
"Hello~"
"Here, here," a figure suddenly appeared in those clear eyes. The Saint waved her hand excitedly, picked up the heavy robe and jumped down from the edge of the platform.
She descended from the height with light steps, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Aini."
Under the moonlight, An Ming looked at the girl with long silver hair and smiled helplessly, "You called me here so late, just for this?"
"Well, look, there are so many fruits. I can't finish them all by myself," Annie took An Ming's hand and took him to the statue of the saint, pointing at the offered fruits.
The girl's eyes were bright and innocent. It is said that people don't feel hard when doing bad things. Sure enough, Ms. Annie had made her own plan a week in advance, waiting to drag An Ming to do bad things after the ceremony today.
"These are all offered to the Saint Lady," she said with a clear conscience, "and I am the Saint Lady."
Aini took off the heavy sacrificial robe she was wearing and threw it casually under the statue, revealing the snow-white dress she often wore.
After hearing Annie's words, An Ming couldn't think of any reason to refute them for a moment. Thinking about it from various angles, it seemed extremely reasonable.
After a "click" sound, Annie easily split the apple into two halves with one hand and stuffed the other half into An Ming's mouth. She couldn't help but reveal a smile mixed with a hint of cute cunning.
While chewing an apple, An Ming thought back to the days when Annie had just visited his house. Almost anything touched by this girl would be "shattered into pieces", but after years of deliberate restraint, he could now use this power normally.
As the saying goes, the girl next door is the most charming... Sometimes An Ming is really worried that one day when Annie is picked up, her chest will burst.
Hmm...the saint's tribute seems strange no matter how you think about it, but it tastes surprisingly delicious.
"Tell me, do I really look like this?"
Under the moonlight, the Saint took small bites of the apple in her hand, raised her head and looked at the statue of the Saint standing on the high platform, blinking her eyes, feeling very unfamiliar.
The face of the saint in the statue is sacred and compassionate, as if she can use her hands to shield people from all disasters and anxieties. The sacred sacrificial robe is extremely solemn.
At this moment, the saint herself was sitting on the edge of the steps, with her cheeks puffed up, stealing her own offerings.
It cannot be said that they are exactly the same, it can only be said that they are not even close.
An Ming still showed a serious expression, pretending to compare back and forth for a long time, and finally answered in a positive tone: "Not as good-looking as you."
Annie blinked blankly and touched her head in confusion.
Although An Ming was praising her personally, the statue of the saint was also her, so was it considered a compliment or a secret slander against her?
"You blue star people speak in a very complicated way," Annie pouted. Compared with Tethys, your speech is really much more complicated, just like she still doesn't understand the meaning of "Annie".
She tried very hard to learn the language of Blue Star, but she was still confused most of the time.
The explanation of Ai in Blue Star is that it means a herb, or it may just be a simple surname, and there is not much deeper meaning.
"Ni" is even simpler. It means girl on Blue Star and there is no other special explanation.
So maybe what Annie meant is: the girl with the surname Ai?
Annie always felt that it wouldn't be that simple. After all, it was a name that An Ming specially gave her. But...it's also good to be simple like this, just like an ordinary person.
Whenever she took the initiative to ask about An Ming, the boy would always rub her head while smiling, and say with a warm smile in his eyes: "Aini means you."
But it didn't matter if I didn't get the answer. Although I was a little discouraged that I couldn't understand Blue Star's words, Annie knew clearly:
Her name has meaning, and that's enough.
Compared to the cold numerical number 037, she really prefers "Aini" more.
Her name never needs to be explained. The moment she held An Ming's hand, the heartbeat she felt when their palms touched was the meaning.
Under the cool glow of the silver moon, An Ming and Aini held hands and leaned against the statue of the saint, secretly eating the offerings while chatting from time to time about the interesting things that happened while cooking a few days ago.
An Ming said that Anni forgot to light the firewood when steaming rice. Anni pouted and retorted that he did not add sugar to the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
It was not until the firelight illuminated a corner of the statue of the saint that the guards on night patrol suddenly discovered two blurry figures under the sacred statue.
"Who is there!"
"oops..."
Annie squatted down and smiled secretly, her blue eyes shining like a cat that succeeded in a prank, "Looks like he's going to run away, um, if I remember correctly..."
"This is the crime of blasphemy against a saint~" She put her index finger to her lips, her eyes curved like crescent moons, revealing a sly smile, "If you are caught, you will be locked up for ten years."
An Ming said with a bit of a smile: "You remember this clearly."
"Hold on tight!"
Aini winked at him, took his hand and leapt up.
In the howling night wind, An Ming saw a bright smile on Annie's face, as if she had never felt freer before.
The voices of the guards behind them became more and more obvious, and more flames gathered, wanting to arrest the two maniacs who dared to blaspheme the saint and put them in jail.
"It seems that we need to speed up!"
An Ming also smiled and held Annie's hand tightly.
The two ran side by side on the streets under the silver moon. There were laws in this world. The gods gave her the name 037, and people crowned her with the crown of a saint.
But it was not until she met An Ming that Annie realized how happy it was to be herself.
Through the streets and over the city walls.
Run towards the galaxy that is farther than the two moons, fly across the universe that is farther than Bittis, to the end of the sky where no one can restrain her.
A free soul always runs towards a tomorrow that is broader than the universe.
She is not 037, and she never wants to be a saint.
Annie was a good example, a simple girl who lived an ordinary life. She would occasionally steal tributes from the Saint and be chased around the city by guards.
In every morning that can be called "daily", when she opens her sleepy eyes, someone will gently stroke her hair and say:
"Good morning, Annie."
The guards' figures were getting farther and farther away until the fire disappeared from sight. Only then did Annie stop, while An Ming stood there, catching his breath for a long time before he recovered.
Although he felt a little embarrassed, An Ming had to admit that Annie's physical strength was ridiculously strong. It seemed that even if she ran around Tethys for dozens of times, it would not be a problem.
"How about I make a midnight snack tonight?"
Walking in the moonlit night of Tethys, Annie held Anming's hand and deliberately swung their clasped hands high.
An Ming was silent for a moment, recalling the Saint's amazing performance a few days ago. She cooked the noodles without making any sauce. When he returned home, he saw Annie holding a bowl of boiled noodles in boiled water and slurping them.
"I'll do it."
After pushing open the door, An Ming took out the meat that had been thawed in advance from the sink and prepared to skewer it for a barbecue.
Although the wooden house is still the same wooden house, many new things have been added to it since Annie began to visit often.
"How can the dining table be without a tablecloth? It would look so ugly without a tablecloth," under Annie's instruction, the two of them went to pick out a light yellow tablecloth that looked like the moon.
"Anming, Anming, there are many moonflowers blooming at the foot of the holy city~" Annie put the moonflowers that were the same color as her eyes into a transparent glass vase and placed it on the edge of the window.
"If you string the shells together, wouldn't they look like wind chimes?" The shell wind chimes hanging from the ceiling would tinkle and make crisp sounds whenever the wind blows.
"I don't want to lie on your pillow, I have my own!"
Annie placed her pillow next to An Ming's pillow with a very serious expression, saying that she was used to her pillow and she couldn't sleep if she used someone else's.
If the wooden house was just a temporary shelter before leaving Tethys, then after these little changes, it has been endowed with a warm soul....
It has become a real home.
An Ming lowered his head to thread the skewers, a smile on his lips, until he saw another pair of fair little hands joining in. He turned his head and saw Annie also coming over to help.
"You were only talking about the third book of that novel before. Please continue. What is the plot after the hero and heroine elope?" Annie's eyes were shining. This girl really liked listening to novels. Whenever she had time, she would pester An Ming to tell her.
"The girl is actually a princess of a mafia family, and the hero is tasked with slaying a dragon. Fate brings them together..."
An Ming was telling a novel and Annie was listening with great interest, and soon they had strung all the strings together, and then they moved their position outside the wooden house.
The wooden house that the Holy City had originally allocated to him was located in the suburbs on the edge of town. Although it was sparsely populated, the advantage was that no one would interfere with what he did.
As the charcoal fire crackled and sent out sparks, An Ming began to grill skillfully. Thanks to a certain greedy saint lady, his originally not-so-skilled technique became sophisticated after many practices.
He didn't even need a plate. After each skewer was grilled, he didn't have to take it away. A small hand would reach out from the side, take the skewer, blow it gently into the air a few times, and then put it directly into his mouth with satisfaction.
"Open your mouth~" Annie put the skewer to An Ming's mouth while still chewing, her eyebrows curved and full of smiles.
When the scented stick was suddenly brought to his lips, An Ming naturally understood what Annie meant, but his earlobes turned red from the girl's burning gaze.
After watching An Ming open his mouth and eat it, Annie said with a smile: "How is it? Isn't it delicious?" The little expression made him look as if she had baked it herself.
"Isn't our An Ming awesome?"
There was still oil on the corners of her lips. She shook her head proudly, and her hair fluttered gently in the evening breeze.
Looking at Annie's smile, An Ming couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, "It's just an ordinary barbecue. If you like it, I'll make it for you again."
“It’s not ordinary!”
Annie refuted seriously, but she was still chewing the meat, so she added vaguely: "It's obviously the most delicious."
An Ming wiped the oil stains from the corners of her lips with paper and said with a smile, "Eat slowly. No one will snatch it from you."
Annie blinked, like a kitten that had stolen fish, and ate another skewer contentedly before saying, "Because you grilled it."
Before meeting An Ming, Annie had never eaten so many delicious foods, from those that she didn't remember at the beginning to those that appear in her memory now...as long as they were made by An Ming, she would never get tired of them.
There is an indescribable taste in the dishes cooked by An Ming. It is not the taste of food, but something else.
Maybe it’s because An Ming is very serious every time he cooks, or maybe he has some secret special seasoning?
Annie couldn't think of an answer at all. She just stared at An Ming's hands blankly, recalling that when An Ming was seasoning the food, he would always taste it with a spoon first, and then adjust the saltiness according to her taste.
And the expectant and nervous look in her eyes when she took the first bite.
At this time, An Ming held up a bunch of skewers and handed them to Annie like a bouquet of flowers. His hair was soaked with sweat. "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Eat."
Ah...so that's how it is.
Looking at An Ming, Annie suddenly got the answer - the feeling that cannot be described in words is probably the feeling of being cherished by someone.
I can find the name of this flavor from my memory.
Annie suddenly threw herself into his arms, buried her face deeply in his clothes, and her voice was slightly nasal.
"Fool..."
The name of the flavor is——
Love.
Although I need to make up for it, I must finish it before three o'clock!