Boston is the capital and largest city of the U.S. state of Massachusetts and the largest city in the northeastern New England region of the United States.

Founded in 1630, it is one of the oldest and most culturally valuable cities in the United States. The Boston Tea Party, which took place in American history, culminated in the famous American Revolutionary War.

9 a.m., Logan International Airport.

A large passenger plane from Hong Kong roared down the runway.

At exit B3 of the airport, Marat Savage raised his wrist in front of a Bentley to look at the time, and after making sure that the flight had landed, he looked towards the exit of the airport from time to time.

"Dick. Over here. ”

The muscles in Marat Savage's face twitched instantly. The second child will call him like this, you don't need to look to know who it will be.

Damn wild monkeys.

Marat Savage cursed.

There was no accident, not far away, Tang Dunhou followed behind Shen Jiannan with his luggage, smiling like a crooked-beaked monkey, which was very annoying.

Marat Savage opened the car door, and when Shen Jiannan approached, he spoke.

"Boss. May I teach this impolite wild monkey a lesson? You see, he always calls me dick. ”

"Second child, you're not convinced. Shall we compare and contrast?"

Marat Savage didn't bother to deal with Tang Dunhou, and looked straight at Shen Jiannan, his eyes full of pleading.

He's really fed up with the title of second.

Shen Jiannan shrugged.

"If you like it, it's fine. ”

Zizizi——

As if the sound of electricity was wafting by, Marat Savage and Don Dunhou looked at each other, their eyes full of a strong desire to fight.

Shen Jiannan couldn't help but shudder.

He really couldn't understand what it meant to look at two big men like this.

Soon the car started, and Marat Savage stepped into his feet and drove towards the banks of the Charles River.

Outside the car window, the young high-rise buildings flashed quickly, and the pedestrians coming and going and the occasional traffic jam showed the prosperity and vitality of the city, which has been rarely compact due to its early characterization.

Passing through the tall buildings, the car came to a clear riverside road.

The Charles River, Boston's most famous river, is widely known for being home to several world-renowned universities along its route.

On both sides of the road, there are colorful giant trees, fruit-bearing begonia trees, verdant willow branches, slightly yellowed magnolia trees, and red and green oak forests.

The reflection in the clear water of the river reflects an elegant environment that makes people feel safe and relaxed.

But Shen Jiannan's heart was not as calm as his face.

Once, he hid here in Boston for a week, and spent that week like a lost dog in fear.

Come back today, time is clear, and everything is still right and wrong.

The car was fast.

In less than an hour, you will be on the campus of Boston University.

At the gate of Boston University Divinity School, Shen Jiannan got out of the car and stood at the gate of the campus and looked at it for a while.

Peng Er has been here for half a month, and with his ability, he can easily lock Song Xiaodan's position. Since the female students of the business school were invited by the seminary to come to the meeting, Song Xiaodan is now in the cathedral of the seminary, preparing to sing the Messiah with the seminary students.

After a pause, Shen Jiannan raised his eyebrows and motioned for Marat Savage to lead the way in front.

As the main discipline of Boston University, the seminary has always been extraordinary, and the college was founded in 1839, making it one of the oldest seminaries in the United States.

It can be said that the crime rate in Boston has remained low, and it is inseparable from the history of the seminary for more than 100 years.

Walking through the colorful campus corridors, bypassing the retro or historical buildings, a splendid and tall college auditorium appears in front of you.

In the auditorium, hundreds of girls dressed in white stood in the center of the church, each girl was full of youth and vitality, and the flourishing youth made them look different and beautiful.

Around, men and women of different colors of different clothes and skin colors were standing.

This time, the college held a large messianic chorus, and almost thousands of onlookers came to watch.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, um-hmm, uh-huh, uh-huh......

A white woman, also dressed in white, conducts the symphony with a baton, and as the baton continues to rise, dozens of people with violins pull the strings in unison, and the melodious melody continues to echo in the empty building.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, um-hmm, uh-huh, uh-huh......

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

“......”

The height of Oriental women is naturally very inconspicuous in European and American countries.

Song Xiaodan's height was not very tall in the first place, and in a place like the United States, where the average height of people reaches 1.7 meters, he can naturally only stand in the first row.

Therefore, as soon as Shen Jiannan came in, he saw Song Xiaodan, who was also dressed in white and holding a Bible, singing the Messiah with everyone present.

Not seen for months.

Song Xiaodan's appearance is more and more exciting, and under the white clothes, her red and white complexion looks more natural than most white women, perhaps because the Messiah is a sacred song, giving people a sense of sacrosanctity.

Shen Jiannan raised his eyebrows.

It's a pity that there are too many people, and Song Xiaodan didn't see him at all.

A materialistic guy like Shen Jiannan has never lacked awe, let alone any faith.

In the blink of an eyelid, the idea came.

The Messianic chorus is always an occasion in which there is no shortage of priests.

Not far away, a white man in his fifties, wearing a priest's suit with a cross around his neck, was silently muttering in his heart.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"Hello, Mr. Father. ”

The priest turned around and saw an unfamiliar face.

The yellow race is young, full of vitality, and has an extraordinary bearing.

Much taller than many of the yellow race, he was dressed in a fitting expensive suit that reflected the luster, and a Rolex jade watch in his hand reflected the enchanting light in the sunlight through the canopy.

The priest smiled kindestly.

"Kids. How can I help you? I'm more than willing to find a lost way for the lost lambs. ”

"Can you lend me your gear?"

"Walter?"

The priest looked confused.

Shen Jiannan shrugged his shoulders and glanced at him, and the priest followed him to a corner in confusion.

Taking out his wallet and taking out two dollars with the scent of ink from it, Shen Jiannan said with a smile.

"Mr. Priest. Can you sell me your clothes and cross?"

Moment.

The priest was enraged, his pale face flushed with blood, and his eyes were full of anger. As a clergyman, money is the greatest insult to man.

Shen Jiannan shrugged helplessly, and touched a stack at a time.

"Huh?"

Uh-huh, uh-huh, um-hmm, uh-huh, uh-huh......

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

“......”

I don't know if it's because the Messianic chorus is a praise to God, there is a special divine atmosphere at the scene, and the crowd of onlookers looked at the students dressed in white, and their eyes were full of admiration.

But at this moment, someone sensed that something was very wrong.

Like, a duck fell into a flock of cranes.

Many people were dumbfounded, barely believing their eyes, but after understanding something, one by one couldn't help but laugh.

In the middle of the field, a young priest ran from nowhere, like a duck with flapping wings, spinning and dancing a ballet that was not beautiful, and ran happily. Soon, the young priest ran to the center of the chorus crowd and stood behind the lead singer conducting the symphony and shook his head to provoke the rock disco.

Poof!

As an Indian, Tarbes is Hindu, and he came to participate in the Messianic chorus only because he was in the local customs, and his spirit was naturally not very focused.

The young priest's hilarious scene made her laugh.

"Song. Look there. ”

Song Xiaodan, who was holding the Bible, subconsciously raised his head, and when he saw who it was, he was stunned.

Isn't that the face I see in my dreams day and night?

The four eyes instantly met together, Shen Jiannan's eyes flashed with sincere joy, and the moment he saw Song Xiaodan, he realized what kind of position Song Xiaodan had in his heart.

Smack-

The soul had already rushed towards Shen Jiannan, and the Bible in Song Xiaodan's hand couldn't help but fall to the ground.

When she came back to her senses and wanted to pick it up, Shen Jiannan had already picked up the Bible on the ground with a wicked smile.

As soon as he turned around, Shen Jiannan walked around Song Xiaodan's back, gently stroked his long black hair stained with fragrant shampoo, and leaned his head against the clear and tender earlobe.

"Baby, I think the Messiah is so ugly. Only your beautiful voice can make Handel a genius. ”

It's a dream come true.

The sudden joy made Song Xiaodan's face involuntarily smile.

She wanted to turn around and hug her body behind her.

But she can't, the school held the Messianic chorus this time, as a student of the school, she can't casually destroy the formation, this is disrespectful to the college.

Shen Jiannan didn't have so many worries.

Now, he was a priest, and with his arms outstretched, he was like a real priest, and he sang along with the chorus.

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

"Love me China. ”

“......”

Singing and singing, the smile on Shen Jiannan's face gradually became perverted.

Gently put down his hand and pressed it on the most plump position of the three inches below Song Xiaodan's waist, and as he leaned forward, an indescribable feeling came.

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

“......”