"Yooooooo~"

The feathered serpent quickly rushed to the pyramid that it was very familiar with, and happily coiled up, and even squirmed and rubbed against the stone, almost causing it to collapse - Borges stopped talking for a long time.

, In the end, I thought that this was originally built by the ancient Mayans for Quetzalcoatl, so I gave up the persuasion.

I hope the collapse of this Mayan pyramid will not become a supernatural event...

Borges, who retired early, thought a little tiredly, while carefully avoiding the wings that were opening and closing excitedly under the opponent's spine, and planned to jump off the snake's head.

Then he found Marquez who was sitting on the top of the pyramid, tilting his head slightly to look at him and the feathered serpent.

It was raining in the sky, but it was not very heavy, but it was all messed up by the naughty wind, and it fell on people's hair and bodies without thinking, soaking in deep and shallow colors.

The young man gave off a fragile and delicate feeling. He was wearing a feathered shawl and was tightly wrapped in a somewhat loose pure white windbreaker, as if he had never lived in summer.

Although the crystal-like light purple-yellow luster reflected only nothingness, the precise positioning of the focus was enough for everyone to understand that he had the hidden Quetzalcoatl and him in sight from the beginning to the end.

inside.

He raised his head, his eyes as calm as water and hazy as fog fell on Borges, and his voice seemed very soft:

"Long time no see, teacher."

Borges was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled and shook his head, jumped down from Quetzalcoatl's head, and reached out to rub the other person's snow-white hair with familiarity - just like before.

"Long time no see, Garcia," he said.

Marquez raised his head, he didn't show any expression of surprise, maybe he forgot, but he narrowed his eyes slightly, and rubbed the opponent's hand like a well-behaved animal.

His pure white hair was a little messy by the wind, and several strands flew uncontrollably in the air. It was like a gem with a high dispersion value, flowing and reflecting brilliant blue-green colors.

Borges smoothed down the other person's hair. He felt that although it was wet from the rain, it still felt as good as before, and he couldn't help but have a slight smile on his face.

"Yoo?"

Quetzalcoatl shook a circle of golden feathers around his neck, his eyes widened curiously, interrupting the intimacy between the two, and his voice as ethereal as the wind and rain seemed lively: "So you guys know each other.

?Also, can you see us? Jorge, does your power actually work in a targeted manner?"

"It's blood. I 'can' see the reality of this world. If the teacher had used something else instead of cognitive masking, I might not have been able to discover it."

Marquez rubbed Borges's palm, then looked at Quetzalcoatl, and explained slowly, not caring that a lot of rain was splashed on his face with the other's movements.

To be precise, it was the reality of the world that inevitably unfolded before his eyes: it was part of the curse that ran through his blood.

"Yeah, I can just use my cognition to make up anything to attract your attention."

Borges lowered his eyes helplessly and gently, looking at the young man sitting on the Mayan pyramid, as if he had seen the young man when he was a child: back then he could lie on the wall and face a flying butterfly.

I was distracted for half an hour.

It was truly a rare and good time in life.

He could waste a lot of time reading, sleeping and dreaming, and then spend an entire afternoon putting the books in the library into various categories and walking aimlessly up and down the street hundreds of times.

.

"Sorry, I didn't tell you when I left."

He lifted the hat on his head and said softly to the young man.

"Well." Marquez did not speak, but took the initiative to hug his teacher, who later left because of the war, and rubbed him twice with satisfaction before letting go.

He doesn't care much about other people's evaluation of him, nor does he care about the other person leaving without saying goodbye in his memory.

Just like his power One Hundred Years of Solitude, Mal

Time in Max's world lacks sufficient solemn meaning, there is only an eternal cycle - so there is no separation.

Then he asked in a brisk tone: "Teacher, do you rent your vehicle? My friend really wants to fly in the sky."

Borges understood this and glanced to the side, Quetzalcoatl, who was blinking patiently at the two of them. A smile flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a tone that would not hurt the god's self-esteem as much as possible:

"Five corns once, colorful corns count as two."

"corn!"

Quetzalcoatl, who was watching from the edge, seemed to have used the keyword, and took the initiative to move his head over, almost pushing Borges down. His colorful eyes were bright: "Where is the corn? Why should we give corn to transportation vehicles? Give it to Kuku.

Erkan can do it too, and Kukulkan can also fly with people!"

Borges reached out and lazily rubbed the soft and warm feathers of the Quetzalcoatl a few times, feeling the touch of the cold rain falling on his face without saying a word.

——The means of transportation refers to you, silly boy.

Finally, when Marquez came back happily dragging a Quetzalcoatl that had shrunk several times but still looked as thick as a bucket, Kitahara and Kaede were standing under a mahogany tree, supporting Sigma who was sitting on the ground.

A transparent umbrella.

In the scattered rain, the traveler's voice seemed to be carrying the moisture of heavy summer rain, and even the smile contained in it was wet, like wet berries:

"Here, just bend this branch slightly to the side and braid the flower's rhizome into it. It would be great if there were pansies here. Speaking of which, are there pansies in Guatemala?"

"Of course not. Pansy is a European flower, right?"

Sigma, who was braiding floral flowers on the branch wreath that Kitahara and Kaede had put on him before, raised his head and muttered to the unreliable adult next to him, but his ears turned slightly red after seeing the other person smiling and bending over.

"But I remember they have laurel trees in Mexico, and maybe mistletoe and Christmas berries at Christmas?"

The traveler tilted his head slightly, with a brisk tone and a teasing smile: "But if you wear a mistletoe garland, you won't be able to refuse other people's confessions all Christmas. After all, I'd better forget it, I don't want to do it yet.

Cute little Sigma was kidnapped so quickly...poof, okay."

Kitahara and Kaede held down Sigma who was almost blushing to the point of exploding in time, and then steadily caught Marquez who rushed up to rub against him. Their eyes were slightly curved, and they obviously felt that the other person was lighter than usual at this time.

How many times the mood.

Otherwise, even if the other party wants a hug, he probably won't pounce on you directly, but will slowly come over and hug you.

"This is teacher."

After a while, Marquez raised his head, took Borges's hand again, and introduced him.

His face was still expressionless and his eyes were calm, but his voice became obviously lighter, as if it had changed from a mist floating on the ground to a floating hydrogen balloon.

"This is Kitahara." He pulled Kitahara and Feng's hands again, allowing the two to shake hands successfully with his help, and then ran to Sigma's side.

"This is Sigma."

Marquez reached out and hugged the young man next to him, who was about the same age as himself. He touched the other man's helpless and disgusted face affectionately, and said cheerfully in his unique ethereal tone.

Sigma glanced at the garland that had not yet been woven in his hand, reluctantly put it on Marquez's head, and reached out to hug him.

Borges, Kitahara and Kaede, who were being shaken, looked at each other for a few seconds. Finally, they all looked at the two "children" who were sticking together, and their faces showed exactly the same expression:

It's probably a strange smile between "my cat is so cute" and "it looks so cute when it cuddles with other cats."

After admiring it, the two adults shook hands with each other happily.

"Jorge Luis Borges. A retired librarian and magician."

"Kitahara Kaede, a traveler who is traveling.

"

"Yoooooo! And me! Kukulkan, the super beautiful little feathered snake!"

At this moment, Quetzalcoatl suddenly remembered that he seemed to have not been introduced, so he lost his reserve and quickly came over, putting his head between the two of them, his eyes shining brightly.

How could you ignore such a cute little feathered snake?

Borges showed an expression that he really had no way to deal with this guy. He sighed, rubbed the feathers on the other person's body a few times, and then he also laughed: "Yes, and you. Kukulcan, the Mayan Quetzalcoatl God.

.”

"Hmm."

Quetzalcoatl shook his big tail proudly, splashing the rainwater in all directions and falling on the faces of the people around him, but he didn't pay attention at all, but said seriously and childishly:

"Well, human being! Since you are the one my relatives have expressed their intention to protect, you are also the one to be protected by me! Let me rub your belly."

Borges wiped the rain off his face and shrugged at Kitahara and Kaede, saying that the snake was familiar with it.

Kitahara and Feng raised their heads and looked at each other's serious expressions, suddenly laughed, stretched out their hands and actively hugged the snake head, which even though it had shrunk several times, still gave people the impression of being very huge.

"Then thank you for your protection in advance, Kukulkan... Miss, or should I say sir?"

"It's Miss! I'm a beautiful girl! Girls can also have beautiful feathers and big wings!"

Marquez tilted his head and looked at it, then realized that he seemed to be supposed to smile in this happy occasion where everyone was present, so he bent his eyes, buried his head on Sigma's shoulder and laughed.

"Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you." He said.

Sigma glanced at him suspiciously, subconsciously feeling that this was not a surprise, but a standard scare, a trick specially designed to leave a dark history.

But he still let Marquez's fingers cover his eyes.

Marquez looked at Sigma for a few seconds, then turned to look at his teacher. Those light-colored eyes gave people a completely different brightness than usual.

It was so bright that Borges wanted to sigh.

Borges's ability can block other people's understanding of something. This is not a simple cognitive distortion, but extracts people's impressions of normal things and covers abnormalities.

It's like covering something with a texture that perfectly fits its surroundings.
To be continued...