"Father, I dreamed of something terrible last night, what should I do?"

The blonde girl knelt in front of the old man, her hands clasped together, her eyes closed, and her body trembled slightly,

"Kid, dreams are just dreams after all, they can't be real, maybe you're just a little tired."

"Nope! No! ”

The girl cried out loudly, as if the prey had been cornered, and she clung her head in agony, and began to weep.

"Father, you don't understand, I made an unforgivable mistake in my dream."

As if sensing the girl's emotional instability, the priest shook his head and crouched down.

"People make mistakes, kid. If you're in pain, maybe you can talk to someone you trust, which will make you feel better. ”

"Someone you trust?" The girl smiled bitterly, then raised her face,

"I don't have anyone to trust anymore. Father, I think only you can help me, can you? ”

The priest hesitated for a moment before nodding.

got the other party's response, and the girl told what happened intermittently.

"My friend, the girl I grew up with, took away the person I loved so much.

A few days ago, she told me everything, although I understood that she was unintentional and tried to forgive her.

But last night I realized just how hypocritical what I was doing.

I actually hated her, and even ...... her with my own hands in a dream last night."

The girl's gaze was cold, with bitter hatred,

"In the dream, I didn't hesitate at all, I didn't have much regret, only the pleasure of revenge.

It wasn't until I woke up that I realized what I had done. ”

Saying this, a deep fear appeared on the girl's face,

"I'm so afraid, so afraid that I'll just become that demon in my dreams, and then commit an unforgivable crime, I should.... What to do..... Woo......"

The priest shook his head and patted the girl's head,

"Child, trust me.

You didn't do anything wrong, you just suppressed your feelings too much. ”

The girl looked up, her tear-stained face filled with confusion.

"We're just ordinary people, and it's normal for ordinary people to be hurt and scared when they are hurt.

When you cover up your wounds, the pain doesn't go away, it just accumulates and waits for the next release.

Dreams are the most suitable place to release. In that environment, the repressed side of humanity is exposed.

A rule-abiding warrior becomes unscrupulous, a helpful friend becomes alienated and indifferent, and a leader who cares for the people becomes selfish.

So what you see is nothing more than your repressed self. ”

The priest smiled,

"You don't really want to forgive her, do you?"

"I ......," the girl hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Then it's okay not to forgive her."

"Huh?"

The priest spread out his hands and said helplessly,

"If you can't do it, why force yourself to do it?

Human life is very long, so enjoy your own happiness and try not to hurt others, and I think it is enough to be able to do that. ”

The priest touched the girl's head,

"So, you can try to distance yourself from her, hate her, if it makes you feel better.

At the very least, it's much better than hatred and hurt. ”

The girl thought for a moment and said.

"I see, Father."

The priest stood up satisfied,

"That's fine, but don't tell anyone else what you said today, or God will punish me."

The priest pointed to the idol behind him, causing the girl to chuckle.

"Okay, I remember."

The girl took a deep breath and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Thank you...... Father, excuse me. ”

Seeing the girl leave, the priest turned and said to the man leaning on the inside of the gate,

"What is the matter with you, sir?"

He's been here for a while, and ordinary people may not be able to notice it, but the priest is somewhat aware. Now that there is no one else, the priest has fewer scruples.

Dressed in a simple blue shirt and black trousers, the man stepped out of the shadows and looked critically at the church setting.

The white hall was about the size of his own house, and although it could accommodate hundreds of people and pray at the same time, it would not seem crowded, but Dees always felt that it was too cold.

In addition, there is not much to see other than the seats and statues.

"I heard that there is a very famous church here, and there is a very powerful priest in it, so I came to see it."

Didis said this, and turned to look at the priest,

"I didn't expect the church to be dilapidated, and the priest is just an old guy who can coax children, which is really disappointing."

The priest was not angry when he heard this, but smiled and said,

"Most of the people who live in the neighborhood are ordinary people, so naturally the things I can do are very ordinary.

If you want to see the power of the gods, then I can only say sorry. ”

Diess narrowed his eyes and snorted,

"Old fellow, I don't believe in God, of course I didn't come here for that kind of nothingness, but I have some doubts about your ability now, what do you say?"

"Young man, if you have any troubles, I will never refuse. But if you just look at me unpleasantly, you still want to hold your hand high.

I can't stand much tossing with this old bone. ”

The priest waved his hand, begging for mercy.

Dice watched the old man find a seat and sit down, and then said hesitantly.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I've been having some strange dreams day after day lately.

It's as if I'm working out somewhere, growing, and finally ...... in another capacity

For more than ten nights, half of my life has passed in my dreams, and the more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes, you say......"

Speaking of this, Dis raised his head, and the old man in front of him was already looking drowsy,

"Forget it, it's a waste of time for me to tell you what these things are for."

Dees laughed to himself, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Hey, young man."

"Huh?" Diese stopped and looked at the priest.

"I don't know what you're seeing, but dreams are often made from the reserves in your head.

It can only put materials together, but it can't produce anything out of thin air.

So what you're seeing, maybe not entirely fake. ”

The priest said slowly, causing Dyce to fall into deep thought.

"But the time span is too long, and I don't remember spending that much time anywhere else."

"Dreams, but they can disrupt the existence of time and space." The priest's fingers drew arcs one after another, "A year in a dream may only be a few moments in reality.

The time for you and me to talk at the moment may not even be even a moment in our dreams. ”

Is the time of dreams much more abundant than in reality?

Dees pondered quietly for a moment, and when he looked up again, the priest was already standing in front of the statue in the distance, as if he was performing some ritual.

Forget it, it's not too early, just come back later.

Dees shrugged, it was time to get down to business.

The church fell silent again, and the priest opened his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Very interesting man, worth paying attention to a little longer."

In the darkness, a waiter stepped out.

"Father, it's almost time to enter the studio, and Miss Pandora is already waiting."

"I see."

The old man took off his coat, changed into a black robe, and said slowly.