"I've never been here before."

Victor took Grun into the back of the church and led her into the cemetery. It was dark, and no one came because of the disrepair, and it was even more gloomy and ghostly.

However, these two people were not afraid of anyone, holding hands and looking at the rows of neat tombstones, looking for them one by one.

"You're like an adventurer now." Grun said: "Interested. ”

"Sort of?"

The young golden retriever did not deny it: "I haven't been here before, so I think it's a little fresh." After all...... My mother is here. ”

"Why didn't you come before?" Gerun was surprised: "Is it that Chief Kapushkin won't let you?" ”

"He didn't restrict my freedom, I just didn't want to come, there was no need and no meaning."

The young man said, "Even if she comes and sits here and cries, she will not wake up, and after all, I will only see a grave." Besides, I haven't had a good life for a few days, and I don't want to look at dead things and find them unpleasant. ”

He spoke very easily, without any feeling of frustration, as if he was talking about someone else's business.

Gerun tilted his head and lowered his head: "Why are your hands so cold." ”

"Who knows." Xiao Maozi turned around and leaned over to her cheek: "It's good that you help me warm up, angel." ”

Kissed her by the way.

The order of the cemeteries is chronological, and Victor calculates his birthday and finds a tombstone with an old photo hanging on it. He reached out and patted the soil off the photograph and pointed to it for Gerun.

"This should be her."

Yelena Romanov.

Gerun looked at the peerless face in the photo and read her name.

"She's beautiful."

The Chinese girl reached out and took out the photo and compared it next to Xiao Maozi's head.

"You're a lot like her."

"Are you sure it's appropriate to call a Russian man beautiful?" Xiao Maozi waved away the floating ash with his hand: "Okay, if you say it, I'll admit it." ”

"Don't be so aggrieved, you must know that I noticed you at the time purely because you were good-looking."

Gerun wiped the photo again: "Your eyes are exactly the same as your mother's, they look like the sea." ”

"You like the sea?"

Maozi hugged her: "If you like it, then I'll be happy." ”

"What if I don't like it?"

"It's okay, I have something else for you to like anyway." "For example, at night......

"That's enough." Gerun was a little fried: "Can't you be serious?!" ”

"I can't get it serious." Victor spoke in a serious tone at this time: "Men all over the world are like this. ”

Grun couldn't stand it, she rolled her huge eyes and slapped the picture on his face. Victor casually put it in his pocket, and in a flash, he saw Grun clasped his hands in front of the tombstone.

"Well, this is Russia, my little honey jar. The Chinese set is not universal. Besides, this seems to be my mother? ”

"Don't bother me." Ge Run flew over with a slap in the eye: "I just have respect for the deceased." ”

The little bear didn't quite understand what Grun's behavior of worshipping when he saw the grave was for, and Grun didn't understand why the little bear was indifferent to his mother's grave.

"I guess I'm because I don't have that concept?" The little furry bear himself said: "It should be that I am the only one who does not have it, and other people still attach great importance to things like tomb sweeping and mourning." I think it's an act of reinforcing a sense of family through rituals, and then I, because I've always been the marginal kind, ......"

"Haven't you ever thought about your mother?" After Gerun came out of the cemetery, he asked.

"I thought, I thought about what she was like, if she would treat me the way Catherine's mother did to her."

The little furry bear wrinkled his nose: "If that's the case, I'd better not have that mother." ”

Gerun patted him in the face.

"No, she must love you very much."

"I want to do that, but you know me...... Well, I think so too. He saw Gerun's expression and immediately changed his words: "She must love me very much." ”

"You're too insincere, and the twist is blunt."

"This is not called a turn, this is called obedience." Xiao Maozi smiled flatteringly: "What you say is what it is." ”

Victor has always been so obedient.

Ever since he caught up with Frunze's Asian flower, obedience has been in his blood. Even domestic classmates who love their wives despise Victor's unprincipled behavior and feel that he lacks a little manliness.

Victor didn't care at all, and Gerun inexplicably felt that this guy would be terrible when he should be tough.

And now Baiyi Baishun, I don't know why......

"Is it cold?"

The little furry bear walked into the church with her, turned his head and put her hand on his face: "You look a little sad, angel. Because you see the dead? I don't think so. ”

"You answered it all yourself, and you asked me what to do?"

Grunn stretched and pulled Victor to his seat. The place where there was no one was covered with a thick layer of ash, and Gerun frowned and felt dirty, and Victor casually picked up the cloth covering the idol and wiped it.

“…… You should be an Orthodox Christian, right? ”

"Who still believes in this year." Viktor sat down and pulled Grunn into his arms: "If God really exists, it seems to me that the fact that Chief Kapushkin is alive is the greatest blasphemy against him. ”

Gerun frowned, and just about to say something, he choked on the dust and coughed twice.

"Don't do that, I'm serious." Xiao Maozi thoughtfully patted her on the back: "Think about it, as a believer, he cheated on his wife during her pregnancy, was unfaithful to her partner, and also tricked a girl who was still in school and made her pregnant. After this happened, he did not allow his lover to have an abortion and insisted that she have an illegitimate child, causing her to die of postpartum hemorrhage. His wife was stimulated and went insane during the puerperium. Such a cultist, not counting the ones he killed on the battlefield, killed two women in the family alone. He didn't die in agony, he even rose step by step. ”

Gerun blinked as he continued.

"That's why I don't believe that there is a god in this world, and even if there is, it's not a good thing." He asked: "After all, he sheltered such a person as Chief Kapushkin, didn't he?" ”

"Victor," Grun stretched out his hand and stroked his hair, "don't be upset. ”

"I'm not sad anymore," the blue eyes laughed, "from the time I met my little angel." ”

"If you lie to me, you're obviously sad." Gerun lowered his head and pressed his face to his: "I know." ”

He obviously cares a lot, cares about his mother, and cares about who he really is.

If you don't care, you won't look into the past.

He was also saddened, saddened by his mother's death, saddened by his own birth.

If you weren't upset, you wouldn't have confided in her at this time.

Gerun didn't want to tell him that he looked like one of his former classmates. The kid was not pampered at home, only at school, where Gerun would play with him. She'd bring him candy and snacks from home, show him the rare Dowling paper and Parker pens his parents had given him, and tell him to play together during gym class.

Later, after an accident at home, Gerun took a break from school for a while, and then went to junior high school. She didn't see the man again until after graduating from high school, when the boy was already personable, wearing glasses, and still smiling shyly.

"Thank you." He said, "Thank you for not leaving me alone all the time. I've always wanted to talk to people, but I just didn't dare, so I ...... It's great that you're willing to talk to me. ”

Gerun just felt that he was a little pitiful alone, and didn't feel that he should be remembered and thanked all the time. But the teenager just smiled.

"It is also a virtue to think that the whole world should be as happy as oneself."

Maybe...... She thought so this time, too.

In the crowd, she saw the man who was hovering outside the crowd at first glance. Similar to before, he seemed to be wandering, but he was actually looking at the world with those sparkling eyes.

He's also looking.

"I know you know me."

Victor hugged her tightly: "From the first time I saw you, I knew it. ”

Like a man in the water grasping at a straw, he appeared in the same place as her as if out of nowhere, showing her what she was good at, and drawing her attention to someone here who she might use.

He had a strange premonition that the person who was terrible at first sight, she could reach out to herself.

He also won the bet.

The blonde youth looked up, slender fingers clasping the back of her head. With soft lips overlapping each other, the Russian youth is like a thirsty traveler, entangled in a sweet spring in an oasis. There was a sigh of satisfaction in his throat, and a desire for more.

"I didn't bring that." He licked slowly along the traces made in the early morning: "But once in a while, you won't blame me, will you?" ”

The cold fingers picked open the button in front of the lower abdomen, but the eyes of the owner of these lewd hands were still terrifyingly clear.

"I love you, my angel." He bit her earlobe: "In Jesus' presence, if He could bless me with having you all the time, I would be willing to admit its existence and swear so." ”

His voice was so soft that it sparked like a devil's temptation in the silent church. The angel in his arms was silent, allowing him to act more excessively.

"You are not religious at all, will God bless you?"

"It doesn't matter." The grass on the wall said, "If he doesn't work, I can come by myself." ”

The handsome devil discovers the oasis. He picks cherries from the nectar source and picks up the warm and moist springs.

The angel's voice was muffled, but it was still as abrupt as it was in the quiet church. The statue of the deity, stripped of its dust cloth, is full of compassion and takes the whole church into view.

It's as if it doesn't care about anything, just quietly watching.

Until eternity.