An hour later.

Lilith ran out of the room crying.

Sophie had a "ah again" expression.

Angelita, who had been watching the two little guys "play chess", looked at Sophie with strange eyes - Sophie's chess skills were not outstanding in adult circles at all, but she was just a child. Even at the age of an average child, it is very rare for Sophie to have such chess skills, compared to Lilith's chess skills that match her actual age.

"Sophie," Angelita said to Sophie, "didn't you think about letting you sister?" ”

Sophie looked at Angelita with an unclear look.

Angelita continued: "When I was a child, the only entertainment I was allowed to do was to play chess, and I had only one opponent, the cardinal who was in charge of raising me. I was actually terrible at chess, but I was able to have a good time in every game because the Bishop gave me enough leeway every time that I felt that if I worked a little harder when I thought about what to do, I would definitely win. ”

Sophie looked at Angelita thoughtfully, and after a brief silence, she said, "Is this true?" ”

"Of course it's true......" Angelita replied when she suddenly realized the implicit meaning behind Sophie's words. Yes, the impression that outsiders have of Angelita has become "a fanatical religious person, a lackey of the Holy See, a fanatic" and so on, and these impressions are really incompatible with the memories of playing chess in her childhood, which she has just recounted. To others, her entire childhood should have been spent memorizing Christian scriptures, which is what a fanatic's childhood should be.

After Angelita was silent, Sophie suddenly said, "You didn't lie just now, did you?" ”

Angelita looked up at Sophie again, hesitated for a moment before she nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll try to let my sister go next time."

Angelita smiled.

Sophie continued to ask, "Don't you need ice on your chest today?" ”

"Ah, well, it's pretty much it." As she spoke, Angelita gently lifted her breasts and rubbed them, this action fully demonstrated the elasticity that her breasts now have, and if she was still in a state of edema, it would be impossible to have this elasticity.

Sophie watched Angelita rub herself and leaned over as well, reaching out to her chest. Angelita let the little one's little hands press against her breasts.

When Sophie finally had enough, she withdrew her hand and commented, "It's as soft as my mother's." ”

"Yes. Do you usually rub your mother's boobs too? ”

"No, I'll just rub my face against it."

Angelita imagined Sophie burying her face in Lydia's chest for a moment, she felt that there was a part of her heart shouting "so cute", and for a moment, she even wanted Sophie to rub her breasts and let herself experience that feeling.

It was strange, Angelita said to herself, she had never thought the choir children in the past, and therefore could not understand what some cardinals had done to them, but now, Angelita could hardly resist the urge to hug Sophie and pinch her lovely face.

Angelita pondered these two very different feelings, contrasting the conditions under which they arose, and finally she came to the conclusion that in the Holy See, she was controlled by asceticism, that she had hardly been exposed to anything other than the classical literature of Christianity, and that the Church had limited her horizons and prevented herself from really getting in touch with the world.

Now, Angelita can easily discover many things that she didn't find in the past just by recalling her days in church.

For example, the choir boys mentioned earlier, the cardinals called some of these children to personal guidance, Angelita has always known, but did not discover the essence of this personal guidance, and for example, the nuns of the church, Angelita has long found that sometimes the nuns walk in a strange way, and after meeting the nuns in a strange walking posture, it is very likely that she will meet a group of priests or bishops with satisfied expressions, and her past self has not connected these two things at all - even if there is, It is estimated that there is no understanding of the mystery.

At that time, she didn't have even the slightest knowledge and experience in this area, so this qiē was obviously happening around her, but she had no way to find out.

Angelita couldn't help but think of Lin Youde's article she had just read in the book, which was about methodology, and one of the paragraphs was about the importance of experience and knowledge to the correct understanding of the world, and she remembered that the last sentence of that paragraph was: "The farthest distance in the world is not the world, but it is clearly around you, but you can't see it." ”

Thinking of this, Angelita felt that the chaotic thoughts just now had gradually settled.

At this time, she suddenly noticed that Sophie was staring directly at her.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking," said Sophie, "your wings are so beautiful." ”

Angelita looked back at the fluffy white wings behind her.

More than one person has said that Angelita's wings are beautiful, and many devout believers who have come to the Vatican have no doubt about Angelita's identity because of these wings - and now Angelita knows very well that the so-called saint is nothing more than a huge hoax concocted by the Church.

Angelita stretched her wings forward until she reached Sophie.

"Want to touch it?"

"Hmm." Sophie nodded, then happily held out her hand.

Angelita's movements tickled Angelita, and she resisted the urge to retract her wings, but the upturned corners of her mouth could not be stopped.

Eventually, she couldn't resist the itching and sourness, so she burst out laughing and her wings were folded back.

Sophie was surprised at first, but after staring at Angelita's expression for a few seconds, she laughed along.

In front of Sophie's smiling face, Angelita subconsciously reached out and stroked Sophie's face, and after a moment she said, "I seem to understand why Lin is so angry and shocks me, I really did something very excessive." ”

Angelita's words made Sophie stunned, and the next moment Sophie flew out of Angelita's bed, returned to her chair, and picked up the magic weapon.

"You're a bad person!"

Sophie exclaimed, apparently she had just remembered the stubble.

The little guy probably didn't know that his words were like a knife and stabbed Angelita's newly soft heart.

"yes, I'm a bad person." Angelita whispered, "I shouldn't have to ask for things that don't belong to me. ”