Even Tenea, who had inherited her father's faith inheritance, burst into tears, grabbed her father Bella's right hand tightly, pressed the middle knuckle of her thumb to her forehead, closed her eyes, and read over and over again that she only knew the language of the Bible.

But the miracle did not come, and poor Bella, as the three of us watched, did not wait for the first rays of the morning to shine through the crowded streets and into the hole-ridden wooden doors. Listening to Tenaia's faint crying, Bella's breathing stopped, and before she knew it, but until death, he never let go of her grip on Tenaia's hand. I also quietly approached, and with my fingers, I tested his snort, only to realize that he had left us.

I don't know what to say about Bella, maybe I've been through too much killing, and I don't feel too surprised by death. There was a pause in his middle before I withdrew my hand, everything seemed so ordinary, even the movements were so natural.

I guess I should avoid it, at least Tenaija, who didn't know anything about it, was still praying to God over and over again, even when her mouth was dry, she didn't stop. I stepped back behind her, and then looked at her back, and I was amazed at how often a man who prayed while keeping himself showed amazing loyalty to God, and I believe that at this moment Tenaia was as devotion to God as the twelve apostles of Jesus, but God was an undefined thing. If you believe, it exists, and if you don't believe, it is nothing.

"Perhaps Bella may be merciful by God and enter heaven in the chant of the angels, whose mortal afflictions have been redeemed." I whispered, and I don't know when I even began to believe God's deception. Sometimes, when a deceitful lie is told, the liar will believe it to himself, not to mention the listeners who are completely ignorant of it, and it can only be taken as the truth. Ovid once said, "In our hearts once lived a god." "Whether you believe it or not, when it comes to the moment of crisis, the first thing people think of is not their own knowledge, but the immortal, unspeakable, unclear ethereal.

Tenaia was still praying over and over again, hoping that God would appear to save the poor old man, who was no longer there.

I feel that God has come down and taken the soul of the old doctor Bella and guided it to his kingdom, so that there will be one less doctor on earth and one more soul in heaven.

I withdrew from the room with the oil lamp in hand, only to find that the old woman, Prasvia, had been standing outside the door for a long time. After all, she didn't have the courage to go in, I'm afraid she didn't dare to face Tenaia who was deceived by her. She leaned against the wall in a daze, and after a night, there were a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and the whole person was much older.

"Why, don't you say goodbye to that old fellow? After all, you've been with him for decades. I deliberately softened my tone so that it didn't seem too heavy, and I thought that this would ease the pressure on the old woman's heart. But she was not moved by it, and turned her head sideways to not look at me, as if she was deliberately evading, and I don't know if it was me or the guilt in my heart.

"You know what?" I stood in front of the old woman, Prasvia, with a smile on my face, and whispered to her, "Guess what I just saw?" The old woman still didn't respond, but I knew she was listening. I saw two angels with wings, yes, as they sang in heaven, they were singing, and I didn't understand the song, but they were singing there, and they kept singing, and they came to either side of Bella, and one of them stretched out a hand, and held a beam of light, and the light was strange, but they were not afraid at all, and they held it together, and their wings stirred, and they sang the song they did not understand, and they went up until they disappeared into the roof. ”

At this point, the old woman Prasvia raised her head and let me see her face, and tears welled up in her red and swollen eyes, but the tears were no longer sadness, but a little surprise mixed with reluctance.

"Is everything you say true?" The old woman's voice trembled, and she stood up straight from the wall and looked at me, tears like a burst flood, and she could not hold back any longer. Turning around and rushing into the dark room, a mother and daughter were crying from inside.

"It's a good thing, maybe the two of them will be able to accept the doctor's departure." I stood in the doorway, thinking that I had done a great deed, but I couldn't laugh at anything.

"Hmm!"

Why, my chest hurts so much!

I clutched my chest, unable to stand steadily, took two steps back and sat down on the cold ground. It was as if my heart was being clenched tightly by a hand, and the pain of the strangulation almost made me breathless. Why, why is it so painful, I think I'm used to seeing anger, I should have been moved by the bitterness of life and death, and it was only moved, but why was it so painful?

Is the body starting to break uncontrollably? Then why was it that all I was thinking about was Dr. Bella, the poor old man, who had healed my wounds and promised to give me his precious daughter, I tried to think of and simulate countless partings, but I didn't know how this time it came so suddenly, and I was taken by surprise, and I didn't even have time to grieve.

"Let's go!" A tear crossed the corner of my eye and landed on the cold slate beneath me.

"No, it's not the future I imagined, and likewise, it's not the life I want." I was struggling, and I couldn't accept the excessive joke God had given me. Whenever I was looking forward to something, God always gave me a resounding slap in the face with reality and change at the most critical moment. This slap completely shattered all my dreams, as if at this moment, I truly accepted reality.

With a keen desire to avoid fault, we are more likely to fall into absurdity.

"It's all caused by me, it's all me!" I clutched my chest, endured the heart-rending pain, I knelt down, my forehead on the ground, and curled up to protect myself, to endure both physical and mental torture.

Oh, I see, I'm not here for the sake of being reluctant, and perhaps the tragedy of my life has just begun from the moment I naively thought I would be taken seriously by Aetius. I can't escape, this is my life, at least this time, I can't run away anymore, I'm going to stay and take responsibility, if it's just for Tenaia.

The pain subsided slightly, and I slowly climbed up against the wall. At the same time, Tenaia came out of the house, and she wept into tears, and looked at me, and when she was a little sluggish, she immediately threw herself into my arms, and held me tightly, as if she would lose me if she let go.

"My father is gone, and I don't have a father anymore!" With a crying voice, those words were like sharp knives that plunged into the deepest part of my heart.

Holding back tears, I reached out and stroked her head, smoothing out her messy blonde hair. pretended to be strong and said to her: "What are you afraid of, I'll raise you!" ”