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At seven or eight o'clock in the morning, Haizhu and Shifang picked me up and went to the Infirmman Church outside Nanjing to worship and make some preparations for their new wedding.

The third uncle had been buried in the ancestral tomb of Liu's Mansion a week ago, and the third aunt took An Zhao and Shuzhao to settle down at home, and temporarily lived in the Hua Courtyard, where they used to live, regardless of living their own small lives. No matter how the outside world made a fuss about the news of Liu's mansion, the three of them mother and son never went out of the door, and kept their filial piety for the third uncle wholeheartedly. This kind of tranquility is much better than the death of my grandmother three years ago, there are fewer unnecessary quarrels, and there are fewer things to worry about in the world.

Ten days have passed since I talked to Han's mother that day, and in these ten days, the people from the police station have been in and out of Liu's mansion, checking over and over again, and finally they can't find strong evidence to confirm that Laifu was indeed killed by Chen Qing, and according to my sister and I's description, the man who killed Xiaoqing in a black horse coat also disappeared without a trace like a stone sinking into the sea. The people in the police station could not find the murderer, and they could not show enough evidence, so they were chased by reporters every day, and they had to announce to the public that a high-profile reward for promising people to help solve the case was temporarily blocked by public opinion. In our spare time, my sister and I were more anxious, but it was the note about the news of the family that the man took away that day.

Faint bells rang in the chapels near and far. On the lawn in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the white doves of peace fluttered up to the sound of the bell, and people's moods were slightly calmer with the sound of the bell. Rows of white candles danced in front of them, and the choir girls stood in front of the priest in a neat line with candles in their hands, slowly singing hymns. The piano music was soothing, and the beating candlelight and the notes together made for a beautiful Sunday morning.

Haiju and I sat on the benches in the third row in the front, and the boat was on the left, the man's seat, because it was a Sunday, and the church was full of worshippers who came to pray from all over the city. The silver cross on my chest was warmed by my hands, and I bowed my head and closed my eyes, hoping that God would see the misery of the world and bless the people and their well-being.

After half an hour, the choir chanting gradually subsided, and this was the end of today's Mass. The doors of the church were opened, the crowd slowly dispersed with the torrent, and Haizhu and Shifang got up and talked with the priest about the details of the wedding in a few days.

Their wedding was scheduled for November 9, in the early winter. The two families discussed the need for a new wedding, so they simply chose the location at the largest Infirmman church outside Nanjing. Since the Treaty of Nanjing, this area has been unified under the administration of the British government, and seven or eight churches of all sizes in the distance are headed by Infirmman, forming a stable diocesan cultural center for decades.

Father Fell is an old friend of me and Hai Zhu Shifang, and it is a blessing that they are married this time, and it is a blessing to have Father Fair officiate at the wedding.

Haizhu and the priest discussed, glancing back at me from time to time, apparently not at ease leaving me alone on the empty bench. I smiled back, and I couldn't help but cry when I looked at the side faces of her and Shifang who matched like heaven and earth.

Our group of green plums who have played from childhood to adulthood will eventually have a pair, and it is the only pair, which is about to achieve positive results. The group of innocent teenagers back then, as early as in the broken shell of the years, walked away, scattered, and disappeared without a trace.

Footsteps walked in, the man's steady and powerful legs echoed in the empty corridor, and after a while, a faint smell of disinfectant water wafted from his side, and a deep voice suddenly sounded: "Why are you crying?" Gu Shaoqing sat down next to me, bringing the cold air of late autumn outside the house.

"Senior Brother ......" I haven't seen him for more than ten days, and this person seems to be different from the man I remember who is sometimes gentle as jade, sometimes sunny and handsome. I looked at him greedily, unashamedly looking at the lover who was close at hand, and felt a burst of tears welling up in my eyes, no matter where we were in the future, at least we were embracing each other right now.

Gu Shaoqing touched my head, helplessly comforted me who was excited in his arms in front of me, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll accompany you." I am not afraid of ...... in everything."

I closed my eyes, with grievance and cowardice on my face, like a frightened child.

"Senior brother, you're finally well! These days, I don't dare to call Ningyuan, and I don't dare to ask other people, I ...... Now, you're finally well, it's good. ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Gu Shaoqing patted me on the back and said, "I knew that you came to the church, so I came from the hospital." Dr. Feng gave me a few injections and it was completely fine. Aren't you going back to school tomorrow? I'll be waiting for you at school. ”

"Does the teacher allow you to stay at school? You don't have to worry about your family? "I ask this because the "Education Bulletin" published a few days ago published a news article titled "Adjusting Educational Norms and Expanding the School to the University Purpose".

Gu Shaoqing scratched my nose and laughed softly: "Fool, of course I go to school to teach openly, otherwise do you think the teacher will let me stay at school?" Why is the brain getting less and less bright, you say, is it lazy behind the scenes and not reading? ”

I was embarrassed by what he said, stuck out my tongue, and buried my face even lower. However, Gu Shaoqing didn't let me bow my head, but stood up and pulled me and walked towards Father Fair, who was talking to Haizhu and Shifang.

“hey，man！ it＇sbeenalongtime！ The priest also saw us at this time, and saw him walk forward enthusiastically and give him a big American hug before he could speak.

“hi，father！ it＇sreallynicetoseeyouagain.”

Gu Shaoqing said, pulling the stunned me over with a smile, wanting to introduce the priest.

"Less, don't use it. I knew Miss Liu a long time before you! Father Fell said in slow Chinese.

"Yes, senior brother, I didn't expect you to know your father too." I smiled, pointed to Haizhu and Shifang next to me, and said, "We are old friends of my father."

Shifang also smiled, touched his nose, and said embarrassedly: "To be exact, it's an old scourge!"

"Brother Fang!" I said angrily: "How can you expose your sister's shortcomings like this." Cousin, hit him! ”

Hai Zhu listened and grinned: "Yo, you know to call me cousin today?" It was never called before. ”

I stomped my foot when I heard this: "Anyway, you are a family now, and husband and wife have teamed up to bully me." I'm not afraid, I want to laugh and everyone laughs together. I said, and I lifted my hands to tickle the sea. The empty church burst into the sound of the five of us laughing. It was the first time in these days that I had laughed so heartily, and the laughter was like a stained glass window in a church, reflecting the beautiful Sunday sun, leaving a multicolored halo on everyone's face.

It turned out that Brother and Father Fell had known each other five years earlier on a ship from London to Hong Kong. The two became friends because they shared a cabin and both liked English mystery novels. Later, the priest returned to Nanjing, and the senior brother went to other countries, so the news was temporarily cut off.

"That's right, less. I've got this year's new British female writer agathachristie "The Mysterious Case of Stiles", do you want to -- watch? ”

"Father, I'm here today to find you for a mysterious case."

“what？ Someone killed someone -- ran away -- ran away? ”

"Yes, father. And this person may be hidden in Ah Zhao's house! ”

"Miss Liu's home--li? whocantellmewhathappened？ ”

The priest spoke Chinese intermittently, interspersed with a sentence or two blurted out of English. It took a while to sort out what had happened in my family this month.

"God bless you, my child." The priest's voice is loving and gentle, with the characteristic tolerance of the Divine. For a moment, I almost thought it was from my grandfather, who had died young, a character I had only known from my grandmother and Han's mother since I was born. It's a pity that the white-haired old man in front of him is a foreigner with a high nose and blue eyes.