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Naturally, more and more people flocked to the church on this day, except for those who were old believers, as long as their hearts trembled, chose to take refuge in their souls. When they crowded the church, there was such a family of about ten people that caught Nan Yinglong's attention: the age gap between them was not large, a dozen children ranged from five or six to eighteen years old, all of all skin colors, and two Asian men and women who looked like parents or adoptive parents were only twenty-seven or eighteen, among which the female was delicate and fair-skinned, slightly thin, holding the youngest child.

The man is relatively ordinary, and he has almost no taste in terms of dress, but what surprised Nan Yinglong was that this person had his hands in his pockets, and there was no fear or worry in his eyes. This extremely pure look may not indicate composure, but the strange feeling revealed in it is really indescribable.

Of course, the next coincidence, the "worry-free man" happened to catch a glimpse of the "melon seed man" sitting in the corner, and was also startled, and greeted: "Hey? Brother who worries about the country and the people, are you also there? I thought you'd been living in the sea for a few years. ”

The "melon seed man" raised his eyebrows slightly, but he still didn't make a sound.

The woman next to the "carefree man", who had already been determined to be his wife, unceremoniously twisted him, and then beckoned to the "melon seed man": "Mr. Brontë, don't be surprised, he just doesn't grow ......"

The face of the "melon seed man" gradually appeared from the hat, Nan Yinglong couldn't tell whether he was white or yellow, and his hair and pupils had a faint blush, which almost explained why he was dressed very tightly, and after strict computer scanning by the military doctor in the refugee settlement area, he was allowed to stay, and he was sure that he was not infected, and this person was obviously just born mixed race, with a pair of dark red eyes, which was originally very beautiful, but in this era, it is easy to cause panic, making everyone think that he is a potential source of infection and dare not approach. Somehow, Nan Yinglong remembered Liu Yan, who also had red eyes, I wonder if he was okay?

The young man named Brontë was more polite to the woman, nodded and said, "Hello Doctor Kamio." You're such a nice guy, you've raised so many orphans, more than I've seen in previous years. ”

Shenwei smiled and said, "Oh, we can't afford to raise it, it's overstretched, he has to raise it." He likes children, and when he sees one and raises another, I can't help it, he's like that. There was pride in his tone.

Brontë laughed, and his smile made people chill: "Yoni is good, but he is still so hypocritical. ”

Yoni gave him the middle finger and patted the tail, "Take the kid over there, I'll discuss something with this idiot." ”

When the woman saw that he looked serious, she took the child and walked away. Yoni squeezed to Brontë's side, and the two began to whisper, Nan Yinglong wanted to hear it, in fact, he could hear it, but for some reason, he actually had a trace of unusual fear and didn't dare to eavesdrop. He saw that Brontë seemed to have a bit of a prejudice against Yoni, and did not want to get too close to the latter, and there was a trace of disgust in his eyes. Yoni, on the other hand, grinned broadly and cheerfully, a smile that is common in the unmuted world, but in this era of almost ruin, it is only history and photographs, and it is almost extinct.

But then, because the hearing of the lifter was so acute, that the voice, though inaudible to ordinary people, had to be accepted by Nan Yinglong - Yoni said to Brontë, "Are you really sure you want to do this?" ”

Brontë bit his nails and said vaguely, "There is no other way." I've been thinking about it here for a long time these days, and that's all I can do. ”

"Now that you've decided, ...... I'd better go. Yoni saw Brontë's surprised expression and said, "Look at the bird, how can you say that this is also my home, if it is too dirty and messy, I must clean it up." You have indeed lived in the sea for the past few years, I haven't slandered you, have I? Think the sea is cleaner than the ground? You cleanliness man! You have a temper like a dog, and after so many years, you probably forgot how to get along with people, right? Let me say it, I'm better spoken than you, and I'm well organized. ”

Brontë didn't look at him, but suddenly stared at Nan Yinglong in the audience, and said slowly: "You can try your best to convince, but if it really doesn't work, then ...... We have to step in. ”

Nan Yinglong suddenly saw his gaze on him, and inexplicably trembled violently, trembling directly from his heart to his appearance, making him almost unsteady on his feet. This is a pair of eyes that can be compared to a black hole, and even gives people a peculiar feeling that a black hole was born after imitating his eyes.

"If there's nothing else to do, I'll go first." Yoni began to touch Brontë's pockets, "What the hell, why are they all melon seeds?" Can't you bring some ham sausage? When I go to run errands, you take care of my wife and children. "As he spoke, he was leaving.

"Don't forget!" Brontë said in a low voice behind him, "Don't forget her eyes......!" The one who transplanted her eyes, you have to find him! ”

"Why are you starting to twitter better than a now? I've been looking for a few years, and you think I don't want to see ...... soon. Her eyes? Seeing his solemn expression, Yoni couldn't help but put away his hippie smile, and said, "Definitely, I promise you." ”

"By the way, what about Catherine? She's not there? ”

"She's awakened and she's the leader of the lifters there, the safest person in all of America, don't worry. You stay honest, I'll do it. ”

After Yoni left, it was late at night. Nan Yinglong couldn't stop his strong sleepiness, covered his mouth, picked up the book and wanted to go back to the room, but Brontë, who had not left, stood up and walked towards him step by step. Although it had become a habit to be the only two of them in the church hall for countless late nights, Brontë had been sitting there, either eating melon seeds or closing his eyes, which almost gave Nan Yinglong the illusion that he could not walk. And now, Brontë has stepped down and is in front of Nan Yinglong's eyes.

"I thought you wouldn't come to me alone for a confession...... Nan Yinglong froze, "Are you going to make a confession?" ”

Brontë was silent for a while, noncommittal, but said to himself: "Basically, I dream every night, and the content of my dreams is much the same. The procedure is generally like this: miserable, gloomy weather, in the ruins of a dilapidated city that has endured the apocalypse, the ground is on fire, and even the occasional rain cannot extinguish it. I slept in reality and woke up in a dream, usually in a gloomy school or hospital, and of course, sometimes in a church, like this one. Whether I was studying or not, or whatever my job, I was there, and almost everyone I knew was gathered there, and although most of them didn't speak, their faces were clear, just like in reality. But for some reason, I suddenly wanted to leave the noisy crowd silently, so I had to choose to walk to the balcony, and then stand on the edge and leap out to the shouting of the people, no matter what was below. At that moment, I saw those vague but beautiful red shadows in my memory...... When I escaped, I was very relaxed, I felt like I was on vacation, and I was in a very good mood. By coming out, I was able to look down on all the buildings, but they also existed between the cliffs, and below them was a bottomless black hole, perhaps leading to the other side of the earth, and the whole city seemed extremely small in comparison......"

Nan Yinglong listened carefully, so he was very surprised and wanted to ask: "Can you fly by jumping from a building on a cliff?" How can you still leisurely look at these buildings in a daze? But he still held back, after all, the other party was talking about dreams, whose dreams are not free? But it is also possible to dream of some beauty and cruelty that will never exist in reality.

"I'll fall first, then fly, and be free. When I walked like this, I also felt extremely resolute, and the sadness of giving up was hidden behind the pleasure of freedom, and sometimes I was so distressed that I could wake up, and I felt that I was abandoned by the whole world while choosing freedom. I dreamed that a lot of monsters poured out of the darkness, like the gates of hell were opened and the devil was released. And the hell and the devil are all made by me. The monsters began to eat and drink blood everywhere, and everywhere was bloody. The flames were violent, explosions were heard everywhere, and huge monsters were always surging in some dark corners, looking terrifying. I ran along the gravel road, past some great bookstores that sold cheap classics and didn't have time to stop and admire. I was also very nervous in my dream, and I was very hard. Gradually, you come to a place with dim light, which is better than no light. The area was full of steaming snacks, cheap and delicious, and the drizzle made all the details of the building quite damp and filled the stomach with the ticking sound of the rain.

"I don't know when my dream of being the same every night will end, and I don't remember how it ended each time. Many people's dreams are colorless, but I know that my dreams are colored, but they are obscured by something else, because I don't see the sun - I don't know why, I've never seen the sun in my dreams. There is a legend in ancient America that millions of years ago, the Creator decided to exterminate humanity. In Canne, the city of the gods, the Creators are anxiously deliberating over who should be the next sun. In the darkness, everyone saw only a bright fire, which still flickered after the catastrophe of the land of death. The gods pleaded for the living, saying: 'We must choose a god who will sacrifice himself and throw himself into the fire, and only then will the sun reappear in the sky.' ’”

Speaking of this, he stared at Nan Yinglong, Nan Yinglong didn't know what he was talking about, what he was for, but where his duty was, he couldn't help but listen.

"Actually, Father, I live a miserable life, but I can only live in such pain, because I will live a long time." Brontë habitually gnashed his nails, "Mobilizing a large meteorite and launching a great flood to cleanse the unsalvage earth is as easy as reinstalling a terminally ill computer system, and it is the law, but the decision is not so easy to make." ”

Nan Yinglong felt more and more that the terrible thoughts he had vaguely guessed in his heart were gradually becoming a reality, and he couldn't help but look at Brontë in amazement.

Brontë suddenly opened his eyes, and the red pupils in those eyes seemed to be like giant stars burning to the limit and about to explode, "Father Nan, if people think they are guilty, they will confess to God. What if God is guilty? To whom else can God repent? ”

Nan Yinglong shuddered, but was speechless.

"Then I tell you, all men repent to the sinful God, but the sinful God has only two choices: to punish himself in times of peace, or to come at the end of the world...... Do your best to save the living! ”