Jing Sheng's last words, as if they had been recorded, have been automatically replayed in my ears.

He said that the best revenge for a person is to forget.

But Jingsheng, forgetting can indeed liberate those who are still alive, but what about those who are already dead?

Those who can only live in our memory, where should their love, hatred, and hatred go?

I was in a trance, walking and stopping, and when I reacted, I found myself standing in front of the cathedral on Shenghua Road.

This church on Shenghua Road has been built for some years, and when I was a child, I always felt that it was picturesque, but I was always warned by my mother not to approach, until a year ago, when I returned to Yancheng, I officially knew it.

I'm not a believer, I don't pray, but I'm a regular in the confessional room.

Since I returned to Yancheng, every Tuesday morning at 8:45 a.m., I have been here to make confessions, rain or shine.

On weekday afternoons, the church is empty and quiet.

Sunlight shines through the multicolored glass windows, casting dappled images on the ground, quiet and serene.

I walked into the confessional chamber with familiarity, but instead of half-kneeling on a low stool like other believers, I sat on it with my back to the wall on the inside of the confessional chamber.

This small space holds almost all the secrets in my heart.

I don't know if anyone was behind the little window covered by the curtain, but every time I came, I was almost alone talking, and the person behind the curtain never gave me any response.

However, I don't care, I don't need to respond, I just need to confide.

But on this day, I didn't say a word.

Because my mind was empty, and I didn't know what to say.

I'm not sure how long I've been in there, but by the time I came out, the sun was already setting in the west.

An elderly priest came in through the side door, and when he saw me, there was a flash of surprise on his face, but only for a moment.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, my dear sister?" He asked me kindly.

I shook my head slightly, and after saying goodbye to him, I was about to go out, but as soon as I lifted my leg, I was stopped by him again.

I turned around and found that he had brought an unknown bottle of ointment from nowhere and handed it over: "If you invigorate blood and remove blood stasis, it will be better soon." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to his left cheek.

When he mentioned this, I suddenly felt that my left cheek hurt badly, and I probably couldn't see anyone anymore.

I smiled awkwardly: "Thank you for your kindness, but ......"

"I'm also entrusted."

As he spoke, he shoved the things in his hand into me.

"Joseph didn't come for the past two weeks and I'm worried. But I'm relieved to see you. ”

Joseph?

When I heard this unfamiliar name, I was a little stunned for a moment, I didn't understand what this person had to do with me.

The priest probably also saw the confusion in my eyes, and he pointed to the confession room not far away, and explained with a smile: "Joseph is the one who listens to your confession every Tuesday. ”

After a pause, he continued: "He once asked me to say that if he suddenly does not come one day, ask me to take good care of you." However, I always have a hunch that as long as you're here, he'll definitely come back. ”

When the priest said this, he had a kind smile on his face.

But I didn't know how to respond, after all, I didn't know this man named Joseph, and I didn't know why he asked someone else to take care of me......

I was just surprised that someone had been listening to me on the other side of the curtain all along.

The priest was, after all, a man who had seen all things in the world, and he was not embarrassed by my silence, on the contrary, his smile seemed to have become more and more incomprehensible.

"Do you believe in fate, my sister? God must have put you here, and there must be a reason for him. Just like Joseph, he always believed that he came to meet you. ”