The beauty of Tasmania is hard to put into words.

Yi Jing sincerely hopes that the road can be a little longer, a little longer.

Walking like this, she seemed to hold steady happiness in her hands.

Yijing was led by Shen Xichen through the flowery and picturesque streets of ancient buildings, and came to an ancient church.

Typical Romanesque structure with various reliefs on the facades. The tops are a solemn burgundy, while the rest is a calm light brown, and the walls are delicately carved and the simple geometry becomes intricate. Regular arched windows are lined up, with small sharp spires piercing the sky and breaking through the surrounding greenery.

Tall, straight, and pointed, standing in front of this majestic building, a heavy breath blows in the face.

Shen Xichen ...... Are you Christian? Yi Wan blinked, looking at the heavy carved wooden door very quietly.

Although it has experienced hundreds of years of wind and rain, it has not affected its elegance in the slightest. It is in this way that this church is like an authoritative and solemn old man, calm, dignified, and unbreakable guarding everything in this town.

"Sort of, I've been here a few times." Shen Xichen took Yi Jing by the hand and wanted to push open the wooden door.

Originally, the two hands were clasped together and the fingers were interlocked, and every step was very solemn.

For the first time, Yijing found that she knew so little about Shen Xichen.

"Squeak-" The ancient wooden door slid across the ground with a clatter.

The sunlight from outside dappled through the new leaves in front of the church, and a few small birds chirped in the trees, and the chirping through the cracks in the door disappeared into the tall and long church.

Shen Xichen closed the door again with his light hand, restoring the atmosphere and silence in the church.

The interior of the church was a bit dim, with only a few rays of light streaming through the stained glass.

Inside the church, there are images of gods and saints, and various Bible stories are painted on the arched glass windows. Several elongated white pillars with sculptures support the olive-shaped roof of the church. The delicate white crystal lamp is hung by a long iron chain that hangs above people's heads.

Benches with the scent of ancient wood are scattered on both sides of the aisle, neatly and orderly.

In the early morning, there was no one in the church, and Yijing only saw the front part of the church, and in front of the organ, there was an old man sitting quietly.

The sense of solemnity and oppression that emanated from everywhere made Yiwei hesitate, and she stood in the doorway, looking at the sacred cross and the statue of Jesus in front of her, feeling a little panicked.

Yijing had never been to the church, and in such a dark place, thinking that there might be gods everywhere, Yijing couldn't help but lean towards Shen Xichen.

"I'm here." Shen Xichen lowered his voice, and even his breath carried the aroma of ancient wood.

Like a reassuring pill, Yi Wan looked at Shen Xichen's translucent eyes and plucked up courage.

They found a seat in the front row and sat down.

Yijing found a Bible in a drawer, so she took it out and flipped through it.

Shen Xichen ...... We're going to come here? "Yiwen has no religious beliefs, so she doesn't know much about Christianity.

"I want to bring you into my real life."

Shen Xichen will find out here, it is completely accidental.

But the tranquility and serenity exuded here, so that Shen Xichen could no longer move his pace.

In Z City, there are too many high-rise buildings, and his eyes seem to be filled with these high-rise buildings and money, and he can no longer squeeze out a place to enjoy quiet and enjoy life.

Endless work is not the main theme of his life.

With his thumb rubbing the back of Yi Jing's hand, Shen Xichen looked at the cross in front of him reverently.

"Everybody says the church is sacred. Here, in front of the cross, there must be no half a lie. ”

"......" straightened her waist and was very quiet.

"I want to say those three words to the statue of Jesus, to my heart, most sincerely." Turning his head, Shen Xichen's well-known gaze stared at Yiyi.

"I'm ......" Yiyi felt a deer in her heart, and Shen Xichen was about to speak, "Wait a minute-"

Yiwen raised her left hand, between her and Shen Xichen. She let out a long sigh of relief and straightened her mood.

Nervous, serious, flustered, excited......

All kinds of feelings were intertwined, and the tide of Lang who wanted to rush to her face covered her breathing.

The old man sitting at the front slowly got up, stared intently at a photo in his hand, kissed the smooth photo surface reverently, and carefully placed it in the inner pocket of his clothes.

Then he solemnly folded his hands together and closed his eyes in prayer against the great cross.

Turning, he walked down the wide aisle, his steps trembling a little.

When he passed by Shen Xichen's side, his wrinkled eyes radiated a kind light, protecting the SLR hanging on his chest, and he nodded politely.

Shen Xichen naturally smiled and nodded.

Yi Wei was slightly surprised.

The two are like old friends who have known each other for many years, and they don't need words to send a signal of friendship.

In Z City, Shen Xichen has never been so polite to anyone...... Even to Shen Lishan, he ignores her, she likes to make trouble with him, and never says "good morning" and "good night".

Except that Yi Yi is a special case.

The old man was calm, as if he didn't know Shen Xichen's identity. Then his eyes fell on Yijing, and the softness in his gaze was faintly mixed with old age.

Yiyi smiled and leaned over slightly.

The soft gaze turned to approval, and the gray-blue pupils were beautiful.

After the old man left, Shen Xichen solved Yi's doubts.

"He's a well-known local photographer, but he's American." Shen Xichen pursed his lips, he had been here a few times, and every time he could bump into this old man.

By chance, Shen Xichen helped the old man pick up a photo, so he naturally knew him.

"Do you want to hear a story?" Shen Xichen raised his eyebrows, looking like he was about to tell the story.

Yiyi nodded solemnly, someone who can be respected by Shen Xichen must have a story.

"He wasn't originally a photographer, but a fighter, and he had a fiancée, a childhood sweetheart."

"The photo in his hand should be his fiancée, right?" Yi asked tentatively.

"My woman is smart." Shen Xichen snapped his fingers.

"Cut! Who are you woman? Yi Jing glanced at her, and clearly said, "Are you happy with me?"

But this did not affect Shen Dashao's mood, he hugged Yi Jing, and continued: "In the early years, the old man was conscripted to serve as a soldier, and her fiancée was an orphan and helpless, so she followed him and became a war photographer. We lived so comfortably that we couldn't imagine how they had lived at that time. But the old man's fiancée did not give up, and she followed all the way to the army. She could have had a better living condition, and she was taken by a single officer. ”