Chapter 522:

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The sun came out, and the fiery sun took every beam of brilliance to the earth. Looking at the barren and grassy fields in front of me, my heart gradually calmed down. I no longer demanded, no longer suffered, and my mind was calm. The injury didn’t seem to hurt anymore. I sat down on the stone steps in front of the door, leaning on the half closed door behind me, enjoying the natural scenery in front of me, breathing in the sunny air, and closing my eyes. , Not sleep, just rest.
It took him a long time to come back, with a paper box in his hand, an ink-colored shell, and swash letters on it.
"Why are you sleeping here?" He stood in front of me, and when I opened my eyes and looked at him, he asked seriously.
"Where to sleep?" I looked back at the church. He followed my gaze and sighed, "Eat first!"
When he said that he took out the things in the box one by one, it turned out to be some very cute little cakes. In fact, I should have thought of it long ago. After all, such a box is suitable for this kind of sweets.
"These..." I frowned and looked up at him.
"Hmm, don't like it?" He looked down at me, who was sitting squatting.
"Yes, I don't like it. I don't like sweets, although they are beautiful." I put the little cakes one by one back into the distinctive box and handed them back to him.
"But you haven't eaten for a long time." He caught the box and said coldly.
"It's okay, I won't be starved to death." I hadn't eaten any food for ten years, and I didn't starve to death. And that kind of hunger won't be as painful as a human being. As long as I'm still a human being, I feel weak at best, and now I don't even need to walk.
"But..." Seeing me getting up and walking into the church, he stopped talking.
"I know, your master wants to live." Needless to say, I can already recite my back, although every time I hear and say these words, my heart can't help but be stung.
"Then what are you going to eat?" He asked afterwards.
"As long as it's not sweets." I didn't like sweets. He knew that, but now he doesn't know anything. I sat down on the bench covered with his coat, facing the angel statue on the front, I suddenly found that its eyes were golden, so I couldn’t sit still anymore, got up and went under the angel statue and observed carefully. stand up.
"Okay, I'll look for it again. Don't go out here." He put down the box in his hand and rushed out like the wind. In fact, he could obviously lead me to the sun, but he didn't. I don't understand. As he disappeared at the door, he looked back at the angel statue directly above. He did not distinguish between men and women, with long shawl hair and white body.
Nothing else, but why are its eyes golden?
How could humans see such angels, even ordinary angels are not easy to see. After standing under the statue for a full hour, I suddenly heard a soft noise outside the door, and I habitually turned around and stared at the door coldly, waiting for the passerby.
"How can this church be broken down like this!"
"Who knows! Maybe people have moved away, no one will take care of it!"
"But there must be priests in the church! Even if people move away, the priests and the bishops can't move all at once!"
"Yes, then go in and take a look. Maybe you can find any clues inside."
"Yeah." Listening to the other party's conversation and the approaching footsteps, I was still standing there, standing under the angel statue, looking at the door.
"She..." As soon as he entered the door, he met my eyes, and the coldness in my eyes made the young man who stepped through the door involuntarily withdrew, and finally stepped on the elderly behind him. On the feet of the reader, "Dwarf Allende what are you doing?".
"Who are you?" As a result, the young man didn't care about the feet of the people behind him. He must be godly. He stepped into the church again and asked me.
"Who are you?" I just repeated his words lightly. However, they looked at the two opposing people from top to bottom. One was a young man in beige casual clothes, probably only seventeen or eighteen years old, with silver hair, and the other dressed as a missionary.
"I asked you first." Seeing that there was nothing terrifying about me, the young man walked towards me slowly, and finally sat down on the bench next to me, completely ignoring the dust on it like a blanket.
"But I am a girl. If you are a gentleman, you should report your name before asking the girl's name." Although I knew from the elder behind that his name was Allende, but I I don't want more human beings to get involved in my life.
"That's right." He thought about it for a moment, and then suddenly stretched out his hand to me with a smile on his face, "My name is Allende, and that is my master Sla, of course he is preaching now."
"Oh." But instead of reaching out, I turned my back.
"You haven't told me what your name is?" He walked around to me and asked urgently.
"Did I say to tell you my name?" I looked at him coldly, as simple as a child, but it seemed more excessive than Lake.
"But I have already reported my name." He explained hurriedly.
"You report your name, that's the demeanor you should have, but a girl doesn't have to tell you her name, it's her right." I said, raising my head and looking up, because I suddenly found He looks a bit like the angel statue above, except that his eyes are not golden, but his hair is silver, and his shoulders fall.
"You..." He was speechless angrily, his eyes were rounded, his hands were squeezed, but he was helpless.
"Okay, Allend, don't be angry with the girls, let's clean this place first, and then find something to eat." The elder who walked in later put the luggage on his back on the ground and took it out of it. Some worn-out clothes, tidy up the church hall, lifted some fallen chairs, and wiped off the dust on them, but when they did it, the hall was full of smoke and dust. I covered my nose and mouth, and I couldn’t help but choke. , "Ahem..."
"I'm sorry, this lady, if you can, please go outside and stay for a while, okay?" The elder saw that I was choked, so he took a step forward and said gently.
"Yeah." Naturally, I wouldn't have trouble with my body, coughing like this would not do much to my shoulder or chest injuries. So I turned and walked down the steps, accidentally caught a glimpse of the coat on the bench, and took it out of the church.
Standing alone outside the door, in the original place, shaking the coat in his hand, and patted twice to remove the dust on it, then put him on his body, sitting at the door, sniffing the clothes Enjoy the taste he left behind and look into the distance.
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