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I don't know why, Zhong Tong only remembered what happened after the sea disaster, and all the memories before were erased by a mysterious big hand in the dark. Almost all the memories in the mind have become fragments, difficult to put together. Once you forcibly recall, you have a splitting headache. For this reason, Zhong Tong even suffered from depression and forgot his name for a while, until Bernard gave Zhong Tong a diary as a gift, and Zhong Tong recovered from his increasingly serious mental illness.

This diary is a treasure handwritten by Zhong Tong, because it was soaked in seawater, and after drying, it left a salty and astringent seay smell. The kind-hearted Bernard even brought in an expert in the restoration of antiquities to restore the diary to the greatest extent possible. As a young man, Bernard was a pioneering adventurer, and as a Robinson-like figure, Bernard drifted willfully on the seas despite his wife's obstructions, delusionally dreaming of finding the legendary and mysterious pirate treasure.

The young and hot-blooded Bernard was tenacious, and although he did not get the treasure he imagined, he made a fortune in the British Empire on the other side of the ocean, and returned home. To Bernard's heartbreak, his wife had already left the country with her daughter. Since then, Bernard has lived in endless loss and repentance, and has spent most of his life looking for his wife and daughter, but the news is ethereal. Desperate, Bernard had no choice but to re-embark on the journey, battling the fiercer waves in the endless ocean to anesthetize his burning nerves.

Seeing that the storm would continue for some time, Bernard commanded his hired sailors to drop anchor their ships in a sheltered bay on the island, where they sought shelter from the wind and rain, and prepared to light a bonfire for a difficult night.

Unexpectedly, the light of God's love shone on Bernard's pious heart, and Bernard was pleasantly surprised to find that this dark and damp cave actually held a young oriental girl in her arms, and Bernard held up the cool fresh water with wide plant leaves, and slowly dripped into the girl's mouth, and the girl opened her eyes from the coma.

In just a brief moment, Bernard silently recited thousands of words of Amen in his heart, thanking God for the blessing that this girl had the eyes of a Persian cat, and was exactly like Bernard's daughter.

After the storm, Bernard brought the girl, who had been unconscious, back to his hometown of Marseille, dismissed the sailors, sold the ship, and sent the girl to the best hospital in Marseille. At Bernard's pious prayers, the old gentleman finally came to the girl's sobriety a month later, and Bernard was overjoyed because he finally learned the name that God had given his daughter, Zhong Tong.

In order to thank God for his mercy, the old gentleman took out most of his savings and invested them in charity, and watched with satisfaction as Zhong Tong got better day by day, gradually coming out of depression and schizophrenia. It's just that Zhong Tong has been silent, holding the rust-soaked diary in a daze all day long. Bernard gave his best and warmest love to his Oriental daughter, took her to church for worship, went to the welfare home on sunny weekends to play with blonde and blue-eyed children, cooked delicious foie gras with sweet frothy red wine, and handed it to her daughter.

Under Bernard's careful care, Zhong Tong's mental state gradually began to improve, and a charming smile appeared on his face from time to time.

"My dear daughter, you are the sweetest gift I have ever received in my life!" The old gentleman kissed Zhong Tong's smooth forehead, and held Zhong Tong's delicate face with rough hands: "Look, I've given you my all, I think in this world, there is nothing worth me to care about, so I'm leaving." I hope that you will always be there for me in the last days of my life. And after I leave, you can live happily ever after, with my strong love for you, and live the life you want most. ”

Zhong Tong's French was still a little obscure, and he couldn't fully understand what the old gentleman was saying, but Zhong Tong could feel Bernard's innocent and sincere feelings for him. Zhong Tong hugged Bernard unlovingly, enjoying a rare peace and happiness in his kind and warm embrace.

Two months later, Bernard's personal doctor, Ben Hamming, found Zhong Tongli, and Dr. Ben Hamin tactfully informed Zhong Tong that the old gentleman had suffered from a serious lung disease, which was directly related to his years of struggle on the ocean. Moreover, the disease has reached a deadly level, and it will not be long before God will send a messenger to bring this venerable old man to the gates of heaven.

When Zhong Tong found Bernard by the pool in the backyard of the villa, the old gentleman was lying on a beach chair enjoying the sunshine, quietly savoring the beauty of life: "Hey, my little angel, what bad boy with dark eyes broke your heart, I cursed him to be taken to hell by Satan to atone for his unforgivable mistakes!" Bernard joked with Zhong Tong with ease.

Looking at the old man who gave him a second life, Zhong Tong really regarded Bernard as his father at this moment. Thinking that Bernard was about to die soon, Zhong Tong's whole heart seemed to be burned by fire, and tears involuntarily left in his eyes.

"My dearest father!" Zhong Tong buried his face in Bernard's knees and cried bitterly, "I don't want to leave you, I really don't want to." In this world, I have nothing else to rely on. ”

"God, this is the first time you call me Father!" The old gentleman, not minding his daughter's jerky and confusing grammar, exclaimed in surprise: "You actually call me father. So, how can I bear to leave like this! I want to live a healthy life until you are 100 years old, until you find the hand of a kind young man and watch him put on a white wedding dress for you with his own hands! Oh my little angel, I'm so happy! Oh God, how do you ......"

The old gentleman was surprised to find that Zhong Tong's hands slowly poured out two clouds of holy white light, covering his legs like life, and in an instant, it had already sunk into his skin, and a warm and extremely comfortable feeling spread all over his limbs, and the old gentleman felt that his body was injected with a fresh vitality, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and moan.

When he opened his eyes again, Bernard found that his daughter, the true angel, had fallen asleep on his lap, her slightly fluttering eyelashes so charming.