Once upon a time there was an old mother in a big city, and she sat alone in her room late at night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She thought about how she had lost her husband, then her two sons, and gradually all her relatives, and finally her last friend.

Now she was left alone, and she was very sad, but what saddened her the most was the death of her two sons.

She confided in God in her agony, and sat there quietly in contemplation, when she suddenly heard the bell of the morning prayer, and she thought very strange that she had survived the whole night in sorrow.

So she lit the lamp and went to church. When she arrived, the church was bright, but not the usual candles, but full of the light of dawn. It was already packed, and all the seats were occupied.

The old mother walked over to the seat where she was normally sitting, but it was also occupied, and the whole stool was filled.

She looked at the people, all of whom were her dead relatives. They were all sitting there in old-fashioned old clothes, all with pale faces. They neither spoke nor sang, but there was a soft hum in the church.

Then one of her dead aunts stood up, stepped forward, and said to the poor old mother, "Look over the altar, and you will see your sons." ”

The old mother looked towards the altar and saw her two sons, one hanging from the gallows and the other tied to the wheels. I heard the aunt say, "You see, if they were still alive, God would not have taken them back as innocent children, and this would be what would have happened to them." ”

The old man returned home trembling, knelt on the ground and thanked God, for treating him well beyond his comprehension.

Two days later, she lay dead in her bed. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. (To be continued.) )