The church of Pueether is a Gothic building painted in a creamy white color, but it is not at all outstanding, with no towering spires or opulent decorations, it is far from the center of the city, but on the edge of the city. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wei Siran came here on a mission, entered the church once, and was deeply impressed by this church, and then came more times, and he began to like it slowly.

Wei Siran walked into the church step by step, there is a round empty roof on the top of the church, the sun can shine through the dome, directly shining in the church, there are many paintings on the walls on both sides, as if telling a certain story, he used to be curious to understand the paintings, but most of the words are incomplete, no matter how he looks at it, he can't figure it out; In the middle, the tables and chairs are neatly placed for worship, and they have not changed in the slightest from before, the only thing that has changed is that they are more old than in the past.

Wei Siran walked to the middle, and the great cross was placed in front of him, and Jesus was still crucified.

Looking at Jesus on the cross, Wei Siran was motionless, all the emotions seemed to come to his mind at this moment, obviously the time was not too long, not too long, but Wei Siran always felt that it had been a long time, and he couldn't remember it for a long time, and he seemed to forget it for a long time.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and when Wei Siran thought it was Qi Chenqing who repented of entering, he found that the footsteps had become different, and the footsteps behind him had become soft, slow, and calm.

"Hello!" A gentle, magnetic voice echoes through the church.

The familiarity made Wei Siran turn around, and he was a little surprised to see the person in front of him: "Pastor Yang? ”

"Do you know me? Mr. Pastor Yang still maintained the same smile as before: "I still think that I haven't seen you before, have you seen me?" ”

"I ...... I've heard from others, here...... Here, it seems, there is a pastor surnamed Yang! Wei Siran casually thought of an excuse.

"I see!" Pastor Yang nodded and looked at Wei Siran: "Young man, you seem to have a lot of worries on your mind, and you don't know how to solve them."

Otherwise, young people like you wouldn't be here. ”

Wei Siran nodded, Pastor Yang was really the same as before, and he could see people's hearts at a glance.

"Young man, life is actually very simple, as long as you are born, you can live, but it can also be very complicated, because it is always accompanied by the question of how to give birth and how to live, but in the final analysis, the complexity or simplicity lies in your heart, your heart is open, life is simple, your heart can't be opened, life is complicated, it is just a multiple-choice question with only two answers, but the difference is that everyone chooses different answers, which produces different results."

"I didn't dare to choose, every choice I made paid the most painful price, I was really scared."

Wei Siran's voice was bleak and helpless, he was in pain, he had chosen, he had tried, but what was the result? His best brother Ke Yuan died, he was to blame for all this, everything was his own fault!

Pastor Yang turned around and stood side by side beside Wei Siran, looking at the statue of Jesus.

"Don't push all the responsibility on yourself, a lot of things, what should happen will happen, you are just an intermediary for this thing to happen, things will happen without you, but it's just a matter of time."

Wei Siran shook his head: "No, I am the murderer, everything that shouldn't happen without me won't happen, it's all my fault." ”

If he had persuaded Ke Yuan to leave at the beginning, if he hadn't reported to Ke Yuan at the beginning, if he had ...... at the beginning.

Wei Siran's pupils exuded deep guilt and pain, if it was me who died at the beginning, if it was ...... at the beginning.

"You shouldn't think like that, people always have to make the choice they think is right when they are faced with something, you chose one that you thought was right, but now you know that your original choice was wrong, you will begin to regret it, but how can you guarantee that if you chose another choice at the beginning, you will not regret it even more now?"

Wei Siran looked at Pastor Yang, and every word and word of Pastor Yang stimulated and beat Wei Siran's heart.

"There is no answer, and there can be no answer, since it is already like this, you try to accept it, face it, and integrate it."

"I can't take it."

If he could accept it, he would not have chosen to escape, and in his opinion, only by escaping from here would he never have to choose again, and he would not be wrong.

"Since you can't accept it, then you can make up for it!"

"Make amends?"

"Yes, make amends, you have already punished yourself, no matter how guilty and painful you are, you can't change this result, so why don't you make amends? Think about what else you can do, what can you do? ”

Wei Siran fell into deep thought, what else could he do? What else can he do now?

Pastor Yang smiled faintly: "There used to be a young man who used to come here often, but he didn't believe in religion when he came here, but he still came often, because he was too curious, and he always wanted to find out what was painted on the previous wall and what kind of story was told."

Pastor Yang pointed to the broken painting wall on the side of the church: "But he studied it for a long, long time, and checked a lot of information, but he couldn't see what was painted on it." ”

Wei Siran looked at those paintings, but now he still can't see them, and he doesn't have the mood to look at them again.

"What about you? Can you see that? ”

Wei Siran shook his head: "I...... I don't see it either."

"Actually, the young man has asked me many times to tell him what is painted on these walls, but I have never answered him positively, I have always hoped that he can experience for himself, understand for himself, that these paintings have become mutilated, they cannot be perfect, that they are their doomed ending, that all the delving into its past and past has no meaning, why not try to accept it, try to face it? Perhaps you will find that the incomplete paintings of the present may be more meaningful than the incomplete paintings of the past, and that it is more valuable to lose than to gain from another perspective. ”

Wei Siran's eyes were fixed on the paintings, and he repeatedly recalled Pastor Yang Mu's words.

Yes, he is too obsessed with the mistakes of the past, there are so many things he can do, why don't he put it down, will he let it go, he won't be so tired anymore.

Wei Siran looked back at the statue of Jesus again, and bowed his head humbly, Ke Yuan, please forgive me, I believe you will forgive me. 3