Chapter 204, The Church on Monday Morning

Endless Milky Way, the Milky Way meanders overhead, and the vast desert stretches beneath your feet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoThe wind blows the sand and gravel, connecting the seemingly empty but infinitely narrow space between the sky and the earth. Lu Pingchuan wrapped his coat tightly as if he was afraid of the cold, but heard Victor clear his hoarse smoke voice and start singing an English song:

"__ser, (Your Bible is still forgotten on the dresser)

so__er (I put it back in the drawer)

cause_i_can'__ore (because I can't face God calmly)

__o, (when I sit at your piano)

i_c*****_s (I can still hear those hymns)

__but_i_can\'_lid (though the keys are dusty, I don't want to close them)

__empty (Your departure hollowed out my heart)

as_g_church (like a church on a Monday morning)

_be____s, (It was once full of faith, but now it is only wounded)

and__per, (I can hear the devil whispering)

'_e' (everything is only going to get worse)

__empty (Your departure hollowed out my heart)

as_g_church (like a church on a Monday morning)

_by_sunday (Sunday pastor comes)

__ice (says he hasn't seen me for a long time)

_s_me (He told me that the Lord still loves me)

but_i\'_ (but I doubt it myself)

_____be_found (because the devout believer he loved is now gone)

_____nd (since you took away his faith and separated them)

__empty (Your departure hollowed out my heart)

as_g_church (like a church on a Monday morning)

_be____s, (It was once full of faith, but now it is only wounded)

and__per, (I can hear the devil whispering)

'_e' (everything is only going to get worse)

__empty (Your departure hollowed out my heart)

as_g_church...... (Like a church on a Monday morning)

The low singing voice rubbed against the listener's ears in the wind like fine sand, this western folk style song was very suitable for Lu Pingchuan's mood and barren scenery at this moment. For Lu Pingchuan, who easily passed the English level 6 test in college, the meaning of the lyrics is not difficult to understand, but he is a little puzzled, why Victor, who is ruthless and has a heart like iron and stone, would think of singing such a song during the journey at this moment.

"That's good." After singing a song, Lu Pingchuan responded cooperatively, "What's the name of this song?" ā€

"Monday Morning Church." Victor replied with Chinese, "One of Alan Jackson's masterpieces, you really should listen to these songs if you have the chance...... A cowboy needs only three things in the desert: his horse, his revolver, and music. ā€

"I can't see that you are such an emotional person." The tune of the ballad was a little sad, Lu Pingchuan wanted to make a joke to spice up the atmosphere, Victor glanced back at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were as indifferent as the night: "Child, to do our business, you always need to maintain your sensuality - you have to maintain the nature of 'human' at all times in order to figure out the enemy's thoughts and ideas, and more importantly, only in this way will we not lose ourselves and really become beasts wandering in the wilderness." ā€

"What the hell are you doing? Mercenaries or arms dealers? Lu Pingchuan didn't let go of these fleeting words, and asked the question he had suppressed for a long time, "Do I have to join the gang too?" ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ I'm only responsible for teaching you to live, and I don't care about anything else. Victor rudely ended the conversation and raised his whip to speed up, "Lie down in the carriage and sleep for a while, if it goes well, we will be at our destination tomorrow morning...... Once there, you'll never want to sleep soundly again. ā€

Lu Pingchuan knew that he couldn't ask anything more, so he lay down in the simple carriage with his clothes according to his words, and pulled the canvas covered by the box to keep out the cold. The starry sky above me was still gorgeous, winding to the end of the sky and the earth, and in such a sea of stars, every star was like a grain of sand without any sense of existence. Lu Pingchuan counted the stars aimlessly, and fell asleep in the bumps of the carriage.

At this time, he did not know that in the main city church a few kilometers away, there was an unexpected massacre about to be staged. (To be continued.) )