Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

Chapter 149 New Year’s Day Extra (Super Long Main Story)

Da da da……

Da da da……

There were constant sounds of footsteps outside, and it seemed that the sounds of children stamping their feet angrily could be heard.

On the aromatherapy burner placed on the side of the desk, wisps of fine smoke slowly rose, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingered throughout the room.

The man in white is sitting upright in front of the desk, holding an ink-stained brush with his well-jointed fingers, writing slowly and leisurely.

His eyelashes were slightly lowered, his silver pupils were filled with indifference and calmness, and he turned a deaf ear to the movements outside.

Suddenly, with a "meow" sound, a fat cat with pure white fur stepped in from outside.

It yawned lazily and flicked its tail. The annoyance of being woken up from sleep was obvious in its green pupils.

So it moved to a quiet place and continued to sleep.

The man's hand did not stop. He kept looking at the rice paper on the case. His rose-colored lips opened slightly and he said lightly, "What happened?"

"Meow~" I'm fine, thank you for your concern~

As soon as the white cat heard the man talking to it, the white cat became excited instantly. It wiped its paws and was about to jump into the arms of the god.

The god glanced at it without a hint of saltiness, and opened his mouth with a basin of cold water, "I'm asking..."

He paused slightly, as if recalling his name.

He searched his memory and finally remembered.

"Let me ask, Lu Jian."

"Meow...?" Her? She's fine.

"Meow, meow, meow." In such a place with so much spiritual power, no one could fall ill.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow!" So let me just say, human beings are so fragile, why did you bring her back, sir?

The white cat expressed disdain for the physical fitness of the weak female doll.

The god rolled up his sleeves, placed the pen gently, and glanced at it.

There was no emotion in those eyes, as if it was just a casual look, but it silenced the white cat instantly.

"Meow, meow, meow..." You know your mistake, and you shouldn't question the adult's decision.

"Why is she out and about?"

The god frowned slightly, tapped the table with his fingertips, lowered his eyes, and began to think.

The white cat licked his paws and said, "Meow~"

Because you miss home?

"homesick?"

God doesn't quite understand this sentiment.

To him, he is a god conceived by this world. This world is his home, but it seems that it does not belong to him.

He seems... to have no home either.

But that's nothing to be sad about.

He stretched out his hand, and starting from his fingertips, a little bit of white fluorescence jumped out. The light was not eye-catching, but very gentle.

Suddenly, a slender girl wearing the same white dress appeared in his arms.

It snowed heavily outside the temple all year round. Even though she had some spiritual power to warm herself up, the tip of her nose was still a little red.

The girl's face is fragile and delicate, and her face is a little too pale. She must be recovering from a serious illness. Her hair is casually spread behind her shoulders, as if she didn't expect that she would suddenly appear here, and she didn't take care to tidy herself up.

Her eyes reflected the god's expressionless face, and she shivered at the warmth of his fingers, sneezing quietly.

"...Why are you sneezing? Are you sick again?" The god tilted his head in confusion.

He watched the girl's face turn red little by little, avoiding his sight and burying her face in his arms.

The god frowned again.

Very seriously ill.

Homesickness... could it be homesickness?

"Sir..." The girl's voice was soft and a little timid. She carefully looked up at his silver eyes.

Unlike the white cat, when those eyes fell on her, it seemed as if there was a gentle force warming her.

He seemed to treat her as something fragile or something.

like what……

what.

She remembered.

She also treated the snowflakes that fell in her hands like this, she was so afraid that they would melt.

The white cat's hair exploded, "Meow!"

How can you sit in the arms of an adult? Come down quickly!

Lu Jian looked at it with some confusion, bit his lower lip and pulled his hair, and asked cautiously, "Sir...did it say anything?"

When he finished speaking, he raised his fingertips slightly and politely invited the white cat out. Then he looked at it without side eyes and said in a nonchalant manner, "He said he likes you so much and won't let me hold you."

White Cat: "...???"

Lu Jian curled her toes together and pulled her hair again. She whispered, "Do you really want to see me for something?"

"Do you know what day it is?"

The god's eyes were calm, and he gently freed her hair with his hands and rubbed it again.

It was impossible for Lu Jian to get any clues from his expression, eyes, or actions, and she was afraid that her wrong answer would make him unhappy.

She counted on her fingers, "Teacher Yun said... it's New Year's Day in the world."

"..."

"My lord, don't you know?"

"...No, I know."

"really?"

The girl tilted her head, somewhat unconvinced.

"Then..." God covered her eyes, not looking at her, and just coaxed softly, "Do you want to go out to play?"

……

"Bai Daxue! What bad things did you say about me to my lord?"

The girl who looked cute and cowardly just now wore a threatening and kind smile, gritted her teeth and pinched Bai Daxue's neck.

The white cat looked dead in her hands, not struggling at all.

Although its spiritual power is so much higher, if it dares to fight back, it will probably be thrown out, right?

The white cat rolled his eyes and said to Lu Jian, "Meow, meow, meow~" You really should let the adults see you like this.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow!" On the surface, he looks cute and shy, but he is actually a white and black man!

But the most annoying thing is that adults don't believe what it says.

It’s so chilling!

Although Lu Jian can't understand what the white cat is saying now.

But just by its eager tone and the big roll of its eyes, she could roughly guess that this cat was talking dirty.

"Hmph!" She put one hand on her hips and held its neck, "I'm going out to play with the adults today, so I won't argue with you."

She dug a hole in the snow, put the white cat in, and built a poop-shaped snowman next to it.

The white cat did not struggle throughout the whole process, as if it had lost its ideal of cat life.

It was born in this extremely cold snowfield, and it is still a spiritual creature. To it, this snow is actually no different from bath water to humans.

But...this poop...

The white cat shed tears of humiliation. This female doll from the human world was really so irritating!

Lu Jian went back to his room and changed into red clothes, then stepped on his embroidered shoes and jumped up and down to find the god.

Lord God is still dressed in white, standing amidst the thousands of goose feathers and heavy snow, as if he is isolated from the world, like the snow lotus on the mountain, unstained by dust.

He heard footsteps and turned around slowly. The moment he saw Lu Jian, his pupils shrank slightly.

She stayed there for so long that Lu Jian was already standing beside him, and he hadn't tied the cloak he had prepared for her on her yet.

"grown ups?"

The god's eyelashes trembled, "Yeah."

He gently brushed the snow off his clothes and shook out his cloak, only to find that the cloak was white.

"..." Lord God was silent.

He is used to wearing only white, so most of the things he prepares are white.

Those clothes in other colors were probably bought for her by Yun Zhui when she went to play in the human world.

But he forgot.

Girls should all like to dress up.

He twisted his index finger and thumb together, snapped his fingers, and the white cloak in front of him immediately turned into a bright red cloak.

It just matched the clothes she was wearing today.

His fingers pinched the strings on the cloak and tied it tightly for her. His long sleeves gently brushed her waist, and she was embraced by the god.

Lu Jian's height only reached his waist, and he was still very small. He was holding her like a child.

He also had a cloak tied around him. He could use the cloak to wrap around her and prevent her from getting any snowflakes on her body.

But the little girl in her arms was restless. Her white and tender hands gently reached out from the cloak and caught two or three snowflakes falling together in parallel.

The snowflakes slowly melted in her hands, and her hands were stuffed back by the gods and wrapped again.

The god told her expressionlessly. Although he said there was no smile, his eyes were gentle, "Don't play around."

He was gentle and polite to everyone. Lu Jian did not think that she was special, but she also cracked a smile and smiled at him with squinted eyes.

That smile was as warm as the sun. She curled up in the arms of the god and said with a soft smile.

"Okay, sir."

……

Unlike the polar snowfields, which look completely white as far as the eye can see, the human world is still very lively.

Looking from the mountain, it seems like walking on a road paved with fluorescent lights.

Extremely shocking.

The closer you go, the more joyful the atmosphere becomes.

It's already getting late in the world, and in less than two hours, New Year's Day is coming, and the new year is coming.

The old man on the street is carrying haystacks and shouting to sell candied haws. The shop of the young man who draws the candy man is surrounded by children, scrambling to stuff money and make his own candy man first. The children are playing, the crowd is noisy, and some people are boarding the shop. On the elevated road, bright red lanterns were hung for each household.

"Is this... New Year's Day in the human world?" Lord God did not put her down, but still walked slowly holding her in his arms. His voice was very soft, as if he had never seen the scene before him.

"Yes, sir." She had changed to lying on his shoulder, looking at the surrounding scene with relish.

This was also new to her because she had lived in isolation with her mother before being taken away by adults.

She also sneaked out of the bamboo forest where her mother lived.

Although she was taught a lesson in the end, she could never forget what she had seen.

But this time it's different from before.

She lowered her eyes.

Mother...is no longer here.

How to put it, she was not very sad because she was not familiar with her mother.

They were like the closest strangers, living under the same roof, but they seemed to have no feelings at all.

The mother seems to be complaining about her existence because she was pregnant out of wedlock, which forced her to live in an inaccessible place to avoid the judgment of the world.

But she seems to love her sometimes, as if she is worried about her running around.

...Of course, it may also be because she is afraid that she will be embarrassed when she goes out.

Until her mother passed away, she didn't know when her mother got sick.

She knelt down in front of the bed and held her mother's hand.

Her mother's eyes slowly fell on her, and there seemed to be thousands of mixed emotions, but in the end they all came together in one sentence.

"I'm sorry, Jian'er."

She stood up, took a few steps back, then knelt on the ground with her knees touching the ground, and sent her away with a big gift.

She said, "I'm sorry, mother."

Maybe I really turned you into this.

Then... then it was over. She had no relatives. She didn't know who her father was, and she didn't want to find him, so she lived alone for two years.

Until another summer, during the hottest time in July, a heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky.

According to others, the snow is so cold that small ice crystals will form if your skin touches it.

It can be knocked off, but it will cause frostbite.

But when she stretched out her hand to take a handful, she only felt slightly cold.

She sneered a little, wondering if those people were exaggerating.

She stood on the street and saw that every house had closed its doors. She felt bored and wanted to go somewhere else.

She seemed to have walked for who knows how long, and found that she had actually walked back home.

It was the forest where she and her mother lived.

She lowered her head, said nothing, and walked in again.

Then, she saw a scene she would never forget.

A man as clean and white as snow was raising his head, seemingly looking at something in trance.

He was dressed in white, and his appearance was peerless. He was as beautiful as a god. His black hair hung down like a waterfall, intertwined with the white clothes, but it looked more like a painting.

His pupils were light silver, as if he was arrogant and everything in the world was in his hands.

What is he looking at...

She followed her gaze and saw the tree she had planted in her spare time.

It has already opened its buds.

It's just that it snowed so much that I might freeze to death.

The picturesque beauty gently stretched out her hand and carefully touched the flower bud, but the flower bud slowly spread ice crystals.

Lu Jian's eyes narrowed slightly.

What an amazing ability.

But he immediately withdrew his hand, and then used a very warm white light to heal the tree.

...It's a pear tree.

She didn't know how to plant, and she didn't know if she could plant trees where there were bamboos. She just went out for a walk and brought back saplings.

She feels so lonely. She can't feed animals, but she must have something to keep her company.

She remembered that the beautiful man looked sideways at her and asked softly, "Did you plant it?"

"……Um."

"When I saw it growing buds, I felt so magical."

The corners of his lips seemed to curl slightly, and it was almost undetectable.

Those delicate eyebrows also softened, as if to say...

——What a fragile life.

This was the first time he and she met.

"do you live alone?"

"Yes, please...did you cause the snow?"

"..." His eyelashes trembled, "When I had mood swings... I'm sorry."

He slowly raised his eyes, his pure silver eyes were cold and indifferent. He murmured softly, "I just want to look around..."

After being in the deserted hall for a long time, the god finally gave birth to his first emotion.

——It’s called “Loneliness”.

"……what?"

"Want to go with me?"

She agreed in a strange way, even though she didn't know the name of the person in front of her or where he lived, but she only needed a pair of eyes, those silver eyes.

It's like being wrapped in cotton, making people feel warm and stunned.

Let people...

Want to cry.

"it is good."

My name is Lu Jian, she said.

"My name is..." The god carefully held her hand.

To her, his hands were like the snow she held outside before. They were cool, but not as cold as falling into the abyss.

But the corners of her lips were slightly raised, the eyes were curved, and the softness was rippling out.

They are all snowflakes wrapped in warmth, making the ice and snow in July come again.

"My name is Jiang Xicheng."

The trees are chirping, the boats are flowing along the river, and the river is long and long, looking for life.

He said he represented life.

……

"Jianjian, aren't you happy?"

Jiang Xiqing gently stroked her hair and said in a very soft voice, "Do you want me to take you back?"

Who would have thought...

Why would a god who is so high above and worshiped by all living beings want to be friends with a child?

That's how she understood it.

But she didn't dare to be an adult's friend, but he would always be by his side, forever and ever.

"I will always remember your goodness, and I will always be loyal to you..." She seemed to have said a lot in detail.

The god listened without saying a word and carried her through the many noises of the human world.

Finally, the fireworks exploded in the sky, and when the singer played the pipa, she finished her words.

"Can you please not abandon me..."

"Jianjian."

Jiang Xiqi gently poked her little head with his finger, and his voice seemed to be smiling.

An extremely rare smile, as gentle as the first time we met,

He arched his eyebrows and pointed at the fireworks, "Look, fireworks."

It snowed again on New Year's Day, a warm snow.

In the light snow, two figures, one large and one small, were sitting on the edge of the pier, looking up at the fireworks in the sky.

"Will you still come with me during the New Year?" Her eyes were bright, as if filled with tiny starlight.

It was rare to see her so happy in the temple.

...It was so strange, he felt a strange emotion spreading in his heart.

The snow gradually became continuous.

This emotion made him want to raise the corners of his lips and lower his eyebrows.

happy……

Are you happy?

He gently bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

He smiled softly and said, "Happy New Year's Day."

The girl in front of her seemed stunned, and then her face suddenly turned red. She turned her head and continued to watch the fireworks.

"you too."

But she was laughing too.

So, when the god went to the human world for the second time, he understood another emotion.

——It's called "Joy".

……

Say goodbye to the fireworks in my hometown,

Driving through old storms,

Don’t ask for such grandeur,

I just want someone to enjoy the pear blossoms together,

So why does it matter that time is easy to grow old?

Life is like a dream.

The clouds also go to Jinshu, and the drunken fragrance is the place where people dream.

Pour wine, drink together, and move forward.

"The courtyard has been covered with fences and shadows, but the green mountains are stubborn."

……