Going to church in foreigners has become Shuping's biggest hobby. The second fool couldn't understand why the young master and the young grandmother wanted to believe in foreign religion. He also asked the priest to come and live in the house and eat at the house.

The second fool heard that the end of Qinglong Mountain is the sea. But he had never seen the sea, because Qinglong Mountain was full of bandits, and if he couldn't reach the other side of the mountain, he was arrested by bandits.

He always remembered those lonely nights. There was thunder in the night, and the rain stopped and flashed for a while. His little atrium lit up. There were only bamboo beds and bamboo benches in the house, and two boxes under the window containing his winter clothes and all his belongings.

He let the rain pour out him, and he was so hot that his brain was in a mess. The lightning struck the deserted hut, and the two fools' hearts were empty, so lonely.

There was the sound of footsteps in the porch, clattering, walking back and forth. The timid horse was frightened, and in the stable, it did the same way, and no one wanted to stop it

He burned his head and felt that he was walking, looking for my mother, whom I had never met, walking far away and falling asleep.

When he woke up, his mouth was covered with froths. It wasn't dawn yet, and he leaned on the window to look that way. I couldn't see anything, the porch was empty. Behind the rattan basket is the candlelight of red candles, flickering. It lit up all night. It was so red last night, and it's still so red now, I don't know how many candles have been lit.

He watched them burn out one by one, and then connect them one by one, what a hard thing it was, the sky was bright, and the candlelight was not extinguished, but it was white, and he couldn't see it. In the distance, the sound of an old lady knocking on a wooden fish could be heard.

The young master seemed to sense something, he didn't let the second fool do the affairs of the inner house, and his new task was to serve Father Martin in the church.

Father Martin walked outside the town every day, smoking a coarse cigarette, always looking around for a fresh look, not a monk.

They all feel that this is a chore, he doesn't see it that way, it's just that it's a little troublesome to not understand the words, and it's a little awkward to learn from the old man about foreigners, except for these, there is nothing to worry about.

He was so sick that day that he walked shaky. When Martin came late, he went to the town to look for him, and saw him on the riverside with a gang of tenants in the nets, and the saliva was very large, and the yellow was leisurely along the embankment, and there were many big fish of a foot long in the water. Every time there is a flood, the people of Yuzhen are used to seeing it, let alone a big nose. Martin pulled up his trouser legs, his dress was full of mud dots, and he yelled like an ignorant old doll.

Martin's only business was to lead the worship.

The chapel was taller than the tallest house in the town, and it reached into the sky like an awl. Its outer skin is made of green bricks, the windows are made of multicolored glass, and the road is paved with round stones.

There were not many people in the street, a few dogs were roaming, and two fools were waiting for Martin in the shade across the street. He was in the crowd of the church, listening to the priest. The voice was low, slow, and buzzing into the street, a bit of a pretense.

Soon, more than a dozen people began to sing. At last the people of the chapel sang together. A hen that had laid eggs came to the fence of the chapel, crowed a few times, fell off the fence again, and ran into the middle of the street.

The parishioners came out and went their separate ways. They seem to have just eaten something that others can't eat behind their backs, and they are proud, and they don't want to show their stuffing, so they quietly walk forward with small steps, and laugh when there is no one.

Martin didn't come out for a long time. The second fool went in to look for him, and saw him sitting in the last row of wooden chairs, his eyes closed, motionless. The light inside is not good, there is a smell of sweat, and there is a smell of.

Martin had a small jar in his hand, probably taken from the back of the church. The contents of the jar had a strange smell, like fermented tofu skin.

"That's milk!" Martin took a bite on the way and asked him if he would eat?

The second fool smelled this smell and felt very strange, and he didn't have the slightest desire to eat.

When they were about to get out of the street, they saw a hungry man on the ridge by the roadside who had already starved to death. I didn't see it when I came, maybe I thought he was a piece of wood, right? There was no human figure, just a shelf of leather wrapped in a string of bones, and a few pieces of clothing wrapped around it. The skin is tung oil-colored, and the teeth are white and white from the mouth of the mouth.

Martin had been eating, and he didn't want to eat it now. At the corner of the street, several hungry people who had been eyeing them for a long time came to beg for food, and Martin was stunned for a moment, and the jar in his hand was taken away. He was neither sorry nor surprised, and watched as the hungry people fought over the altar. The jars were shattered, the cheese was crumbling on the heaps, the hungry people were lying on the ground, stuffing the scraps into their mouths, and some simply licked them on the ground with their mouths. Martin finally got scared and took several steps back.

The second fool was also afraid, he felt that these hungry ghosts would eat people when they turned their faces!

They had no choice but to go back, to the other side of the docks. The street is very narrow, lined with wooden houses, and there is not much sunlight in the sky. The woman with a blue face shrunk under the rain is a prostitute. They went to the center of the street in twos and threes, blindly laughing. Martin slowed his pace and looked at them. A slut pulled the sleeve of the second fool and said to him: "Brother, accompany Lord Yang in and have a bowl of tea, fresh tea, and make you some tender."

The second fool said, "I don't have any money."

She said, "You don't have money, he has money!"

The second fool said, "He doesn't have any money."

She said: "Cheap you two, how about you let Lord Yang contribute a share of the money and bring you with you?" Brother, what are you afraid of guarding the God of Wealth, sisters, let you play in vain. ”

The second fool said, "I won't."

He was telling the truth, but he made the prostitutes laugh. Fools will only tell the truth.

Martin stopped and looked at him, trying to figure out what they were laughing at. The prostitutes surrounded him like flies, taking his cigar with one hand and his hat with the other.

Martin was not in a hurry, he looked at the prostitutes one by one with a smile on his face, and the second fool couldn't figure out what he wanted to do. The who had been following him grabbed one of his hands and pulled her own *up. It's soft, like it's pressed against a piece of river mud. He couldn't break free, so he pressed it like that, and his heart was pounding. There are some things that you can usually think about, but if you really want to do it, it is more uncomfortable than cutting meat.

She said, "Okay?"

"No money," he said.

The two fools saw them pulling Martin into the door of the street, and Martin was not in a hurry, but looked at them one by one. His blue eyes were dizzy like a dream. He was afraid that he couldn't hold it anymore, maybe he wanted to send the devil to hell himself.

The second fool said, "Martin, let's go!"

He looked back at the second fool with a blank look in his eyes.

He said, "Let's go home, go home!"

The two fools led Martin to the teahouse in Bifuju and asked for a bowl of bisnails, and they looked at the boats in the river and didn't want to say a word. Baffoc was spreading the word he had heard from everywhere. One of the messages is serious. It is said that the long-haired man scuttled the four grain ships of the patrol battalion, and Fucheng is arresting people!

The world is not at peace......