My name is Luqiao, and I'm an orphan.

The memories of my childhood are gone, and I can remember being in an old church.

I'm surrounded by friends who are the same age as me, but I know I'm still very different from them.

Every day at 9 a.m., they were brought home by their parents, and at 5 p.m.

And I always waited until all the children were gone, and then went back to the priest's house with the priest.

I also once asked the priests where the parents who came to pick me up had gone, and the priests always shook their heads in embarrassment.

At that time, the priest who took me home every day was different, and the home I went to was different.

Some are big, some are small. Sometimes there is a separate room, but most of the time I sleep on a variety of crowded sofas.

Sofas come in soft and hard, long and short.

When it's cold, there will be a quilt, of course, the quilt is different every day.

I don't remember the names of the five priests.

I only remember the priest on Friday, and his name was the sea.

Because Father Hai on Friday was more responsible for my stay for one weekend and two days than the other four priests.

Father Hai has a wife and a daughter, and on weekends Father Hai takes me and his daughter to the park to play.

Although I sleep on the sofa on weekends at Father Sea's house, I think the sofa at Father Sea's house is more comfortable than the bed.

Later, I became a little more sensible and knew what was causing all this.

I understood why some people always say that I am a Christian child, that I am a child chosen by God.

It's an old church that is only used for worship on weekends.

There were five priests in total, and they started education classes when they were idle and bored on weekdays.

It sounds like an education class, but it is actually a kindergarten with children.

Specializing in helping the faithful to take care of their children, by the way, they began to be exposed to Christianity from an early age.

This went on for several years, and gradually it paid off and paid off.

After a little fame, it's time for something to happen.

Father Hai spoke to me three times, of course, after drinking too much at home over the weekend.

He said he remembered that it was a Sunday when he was the presiding priest for two hours.

When everyone was gone, he heard a strange cry as he was about to close the door.

Looking for the cry, I saw a bamboo basket in the last row of seats.

The bamboo basket was covered with three layers of blankets, and there was a muffling cry.

The person in the bamboo basket was me, and I still had a piece of paper on me at that time.

According to Father Hai, no matter how you look at the words on paper, you are also a literate person.

However, the paper was not kept later, probably because the child didn't want it anymore.

At that time, Father Hai did a lot, and even published a newspaper in the first week to find the parents of the lost child.

But this kind of planned abandonment, even if it is found, even if it is found, the parents will not recognize it.

After consulting with each other, the priests chose to use the church's savings to buy milk powder to feed me.

At first, he was fostered in Father Hai's house, but gradually he also had his own family.

It was proposed that during the day the priest be held in the church, and at night five priests would each share the day. And the weekends that start on Friday are fostered at the home of Father Hai.

As the days went by, I watched as my younger children left Christ Church and never returned.

And I grew bigger and bigger, but I never left, my name is Luqiao.

It's not because of what the note says, it's just because the church is in Taizhou.

It is an administrative district of Taizhou, and Luqiao in Luqiao District has become my name.

I don't have a hukou, I don't even have an identity.

There was only a later application form for adoption at the Public Security Bureau and a few pages of photocopies that resembled identity.

The only proof I had in my whole body was a police clearance certificate.

As a result, I was unable to study, and the church's savings were barely enough to make ends meet. It was also with the support of the priests that I was now here.

The priests all have their own calculations in mind, and they want me to follow their path.

So when I was very young, I memorized the Bible and learned to play the piano.

One hymn after another is clear in the chest, and opening is the truth of God's love for the world.

Almost everyone in the church wanted to groom me as a candidate for this church.

At the age of 21, I became the pastor of this church.

I have a salary of 3,000 a month, and the church is responsible for my three insurances and one housing fund.

My faith is Christianity, but I know that my faith is not pure.

Because the orthodox Christianity of the West has basically changed its flavor when it was introduced to the East, I gradually grew up and found that we are just liars who do things according to the rules under the guise of Christianity. But the neighbors all believe in us, and this ecosystem is formed.

The church is only opened to win over the congregants, and the real money is the activities of taking care of the children of the congregants from Monday to Friday.

I opened a kindergarten in the name of a church, and I was only responsible for teaching the children to memorize or learn the contents of the Bible.

Even though I didn't go to school, it was more than enough to deal with these kids.

It's just a mix of days, but sometimes I feel like I'm not limited to that.

Because I can always find strange things, I wonder about the origin of the church.

Since we are all false priests, why is there such a church here?

As to why the five priests became priests, I have asked me side-by-side, but I have not received a satisfactory answer.

The church is large and the oldest renovation date can be found in March 1906.

However, this is only the oldest renovation time that can be found at one time, and it is impossible to find out when it was built.

No matter how many times it has been renovated during this period, the tower on the west side has never been moved.

I can't find this information on the Internet, but the information I can find is that this church has been available since the Eight-Nation Alliance's war of aggression against China.

The government does not seem to have a title to the land, and it is still unable to overturn the old building.

Since I became a priest here, Monday to Friday has been my working hours.

The weekend service still has professionals like Father Haihai coming, to put it bluntly, I am actually more like a kindergarten teacher than a priest.

Of course, sometimes when there are not enough people, I will also participate on weekends and play the piano to make up the numbers.

All priests work full-time one day a week, i.e. choose a priest to stay until the end of the closing.

I'm on duty every Wednesday, and when I get tired of the job, I keep coming up with an idea.

What's behind the door of the small attic on the west side.

I've seen the same once, the door is metal.

The texture can be Baidu to touch, the same as the encyclopedia's tree of life.

I've been wondering if this is the door to truth.

I've also figured out that I'm going to have to look behind the door for the rest of my life.

The priests would certainly be against it, and my idea is simple.

Smash open the door to take a look and leave Luqiao District to do other jobs in other cities.

I was on duty on Wednesday to make sure all the people were gone.

I closed the church door and pulled out my flashlight.

I walked to the lounge and took out the axe from my cupboard.

Step by step, I walked towards the west and went up to the attic.

I have asked the priests more than once what is behind the door, but no one seems to care.

Storage room or just an empty room?

But that's okay, I'll find out right away.

I came to the door of the attic, and the doorknob was locked with three thick chains.

Glancing at the rusty lock, I tried to tug at it.

I picked up the axe, aimed it at the lock and knocked it down.

It was a little loud, and I slammed it again.

I knocked the lock and the handle open, and I overcame the last line of defense.

I slowly opened the door to the attic of the West Gate, and the dimly lit room was extremely dim.

I lifted my flashlight and shone it in.