The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

Jiang Zhiyang's attention shifted from A-Liu and happened to fall on a loom behind the deity.

"How come there's a loom here!" The familiar object instantly pulled him back to distant memories. The horizontal and vertical lines, interwoven, looked just like the one his mother used to have.

The fleeting surprise in his eyes vanished in an instant, followed by an emptiness. His gaze, fixed on the spinning machine, was filled with deep longing.

"This is an adult in disguise, isn't it? Doesn't it look exactly like a loom in the mortal world?"

Jiang Zhiyang reached out his hand, his soft fingertips gently stroking the wood. "Yes, it is exactly the same."

"Do you know how to use it? The deity can only change appearances, but doesn't know how to use it. This wooden frame has been sitting here unused for a long time."

Ah Liu always interrupted to speak, but the deity remained silent, only her eyes always watching intently, as if Ah Liu were her mouth, conveying her thoughts.

"Of course, my mother used to be the most skilled woman in the neighborhood. The cloth she wove was so popular that everyone in the neighborhood would scramble to buy it. When she was still... when she was still alive, I often watched her weave. But, did she have any thread?"

"Naturally." Ah Liu twisted his body and threw something into the sea of ​​flowers. With a pull, the radiance that enveloped the petals formed into threads, gathering in Ah Liu's small palm like a fishing net.

"I've never woven such precious thread before." Jiang Zhiyang's hands pushed the shuttle through the silk thread, moving it left and right with great agility. With a push of his feet, he wove a line of thread.

The noisy words were woven into a tacit silence, the restless heartbeats were composed into a prelude to sleep, and in the ears, only the creaking of the loom remained.

Between those warp and weft threads are silk threads, and also Jiang Zhiyang's longing for his mother. At that time, his mother's big hand held his small hand and pushed the wooden shuttle back and forth. On the back of his hand was his mother's warmth, and in his ear was his mother's sweet smile.

"Alright." Jiang Zhiyang quickly composed himself, holding two pieces of brocade in his hands.

"I'll offer the bestowed gift to the fairy." Jiang Zhiyang squinted, smiling obsequiously.

"Give the shorter one to Ah Liu." Jiang Zhiyang glanced at him, his face indifferent.

"It's really nice! But what's the use of such a small piece?" Ah Liu held the brocade under his eyes, his little eyes shining as he carefully examined every single thread.

"Women in the mortal world would use it to tie their hair up or braid it into their braids."

"That's fun! Big guy, what about that? Can you use it too?"

Following Ah Liu's finger, Jiang Zhiyang saw a swallow-shaped kite lying among the flowers. Besides that, Jiang Zhiyang realized that this sea of ​​flowers, in addition to exotic flowers and plants, was also filled with far too many things from the human world, or rather, miscellaneous items.

Porcelain plates used for sacrifices, straw sandals woven from rice straw, oil-paper umbrellas painted with peonies, horse-drawn carriages without horses, silk screens embroidered with the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, and small rabbit lanterns made of Xuan paper... They are scattered here and there in the sea of ​​flowers, presenting a kind of inexplicable disorder and eeriness.

"Hey big guy, what are you daydreaming about? Do you even know how to do it?"

"Yes, yes, of course I can." Jiang Zhiyang took a few steps forward, picked up the kite, and looked at it carefully. The eyes on the kite were drawn crookedly, like a pair of dull, cross-eyed eyes.

"Hahahaha... Silly swallow, no wonder you can't fly, hahahaha..." Jiang Zhiyang laughed until his stomach hurt, completely ignoring the two girls pouting beside him.

"I drew the left eye myself," Ah Liu said first.

"I drew the right eye," the deity followed closely behind.

Jiang Zhiyang quickly covered his mouth, but a smile still spilled out of his eyes. "The right eye is really well drawn, very skillful. As for the left eye, it's obviously lacking in spirit."

"Ah—" Ah Liu raised his finger to attack, but Jiang Zhiyang easily defended against it.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around, you little rascal, let's get some air flowing."

"wind?"

"How can you fly a kite without wind? Can we? Give us a little wind, and with a wave of my hand, whoosh!"

"This is a bit difficult, Ah Liu doesn't know how." Ah Liu tugged at the god's sleeve, and with just a troubled yet adorable expression, the god waved his hand and summoned the wind.

The kite in my hand rose with the wind, swaying and soaring into the air successfully under the "wind machine" of the deity. The Xuan paper, painted with black pigment, billowed in the wind, just like a swallow flapping its wings.

The deity looked up, and the little swallow danced gracefully in her bright eyes. She smiled, a smile so radiant that the curve of her eyebrows and eyes resembled a rainbow after the rain, stunning those standing on the ground.

Jiang Zhiyang was a person standing on the ground, an unapproachable, righteous and noble god, like a grand shooting star that unexpectedly fell beside him.

He was mesmerized again, and blankly handed the spool of thread in his hand to the fairy in front of him. She took the spool, like a little rabbit who had just received a new toy, and tentatively pulled the string, and the kite flew higher.

Her eyes lit up, as if they were inhabited by a cluster of fireflies flickering in the summer night. Jiang Zhiyang thought that perhaps those tiny fireflies that had led him here came from her eyes...

It wasn't lust at first sight; it was just that looking at her, a warm current seemed to surge in my heart. Spring water irrigated the frozen soil after the cold winter, and the seeds in the soil instantly broke through the soil, full of vitality. It was an impulse inherent in life—the desire to live and the desire to grow freely.

"My lord, it's time to go back and rest."

A soft, eerie sound came from behind him. Jiang Zhiyang was so startled that his heart pounded. He turned around abruptly and saw Ah Liu standing there with a cold expression on her face. Wait a minute, wasn't Ah Liu supposed to be wearing a pink shirt and white pants? Why was this "Ah Liu" dressed in a blue shirt and white pants?

Jiang Zhiyang turned his head sharply again, and there was Ah Liu scrambling around on the ground, trying to reach the kite in the air.

"Ah Wu, you really spoil the fun."

They turned out to be twins, one fiery and passionate, the other frosty and delicate. It was quite amusing; each of them was holding a large koi fish. They could stand at the door during the Lunar New Year to bring good fortune!

Although Ah Liu was mischievous, she listened to Ah Wu very well. Although she was complaining, she immediately put the kite away and returned it to its original place.

With the deity in front, and the two little children on either side, looking at Ah Wu's icy face, Jiang Zhiyang still silently stood on Ah Liu's side.

"Is Ah Wu your older sister?"

"A-Wu is not my sister."

"Then why do you two look exactly alike?"

"A-Wu and A-Liu are both divine messengers who serve the gods, but A-Wu is not my sister."

"Little brat," Jiang Zhiyang thought to himself, "Do all kids refuse to admit they're smaller?" Seeing Ah Liu's slightly furrowed brows, Jiang Zhiyang's mischievous idea quickly took shape.

"Does the deity prefer you, or Ah Wu?"

"The Goddess is the God of all living beings. She loves me, loves Ah Wu, and loves you just the same."

The sudden seriousness was like a piece of heated candy, sealing Jiang Zhiyang's mouth shut. But she was right; gods are gods, and humans are humans. He shouldn't use his own biases to make fun of the gods...