Twelve years ago, on a night of thunder and lightning.

The pouring rain broke into the slums without mercy, flowing through the roofs full of cracks and holes.

The water flowed down like pillars on the beds of the poor and orphans who lived inside.

It didn't take long for a young and strong man to shout and curse, and then echo the sound of the man cursing everywhere.

At the same time, not all men are complaining, or most men and women are turning a blind eye to these rough sleep destroyers, slumping indifferently on their already soaked messy mattresses like corpses.

It's not that they're used to it, it's just that they don't have the strength to sit up and make sounds with their parched throats.

Even if they had the strength, they wouldn't have thought of doing that.

Men are old and weak, and women can't afford it, it's such a cruel reality.

They are already people who bow to fate.

Who can change all that? Could it be that having one more youth can escape such a fate?

The senseless struggle will eventually drown in reality with the years.

It's like the scene now. The voices of the cursing men faded into sighs.

The men sleeping downstairs struggled to carry the quilts up the uneven staircase, each step shaking the unsturdy house.

"Let's sleep downstairs with the woman and the child......"

A withered voice rang out, barely louder than the sound of raindrops falling.

The women packed up their things, and a few of the more sturdy men stood up shirtless and helped the young orphans carry the quilts.

In the slums, there is probably only human touch and warmth.

A man in the prime of life with thick lips and a face full of stubble of varying lengths walked up to the beds of the twins.

As he leaned down to lift the quilt, a few faint sobs were heard.

He was not surprised at all, no child living in such an environment could still smile every day.

"Cry, child, if it makes you feel better......"

Although he thought so in his heart, he finally gritted his teeth and lifted the quilt.

In the bed, a white-haired sister hugged her sister who was sobbing in a low voice, and her sister's hand gently stroked her sister's long maroon hair, and her mouth seemed to be whispering to her sister, probably saying comforting words.

He felt his heart pound for a moment, and the lightning illuminated the gentle expression on his face that hadn't appeared again for years.

However, it is also fleeting, as is the brilliance of lightning.

Although I couldn't bear it, I had to interrupt them now.

"Little ghost, it's cold upstairs, go downstairs and sleep!"

A vulgar person can only say rough words even if he takes care of others, and he secretly scolds himself in his heart.

In the dim environment, his presbyopia made it impossible for him to even see the movements of the two people in front of him, and he could only feel his twin sister staring at him for two seconds, and then the sound of her getting up from the bed, and the sound of her picking her sister up.

He carried the quilt with the body temperature of the two of them, and walked downstairs step by step silently; The twin sister followed him with her sister in her arms.

"You can just sleep here."

He laid down the quilt in an empty spot, and with that, he turned and went back upstairs.

The sound of two young bodies lying down was heard behind them.

The man returned to his damp, dirty bunk, as if he wanted to plan something.

"Let's give it a try......"

The next day, a man came to the church with a scruffy appearance, shabby clothes, and a foul smell.

As soon as he entered the auditorium, the believers inside were all taken aback, some even shouted orders for the guards to blast him out, and others also looked like they were afraid of him.

Only the priest on the stage still looked calm, pushed his black-rimmed glasses, closed the book in his hand, walked off the stage slowly, stood in front of the man, and asked:

"Sir, what do you do?"

Without contempt and jokes, said sincerely.

The man took off the hat he had borrowed from someone else, made a non-standard hat off salute awkwardly, gritted his teeth, raised his head, and said:

"Mr. Priest, I'm a rough man, I don't know anything else, just get straight to the point, I have something to ask you."

The priest then invited the man to his reception room and listened to his request in detail.

"Please, I really hope these two children can be happy!"

Finally, the man searched for the best words in his words and addressed the priest.

When the priest heard his words, he lowered his head and thought about it.

"Yes! I agreed! The priest suddenly stood up and exclaimed, "If this is God's arrangement, then I will accept it!" ”

The man was pleasantly surprised for a while, and two tears flowed from his weather-beaten face.

"Really? Mr. Priest? ”

The priest nodded, and shouted even louder:

"It's true! I vouch for my name as Father Shijin! ”