Location: A barren mountain where a bird doesn't poop in Blue Star. Esbia redeems the Holy See

Date: April 2019

"Molly, ahem, where are you?"

Barefoot, Wang Feng walked into the small auditorium. Today is Tuesday and all the members of the Holy See are fasting and praying in the main auditorium. Only the frail Son and the Holy Daughter were pardoned from the weekly prayer, because their seriously ill bodies could not withstand the intensity of the torture.

A bright red figure flashed in front of the load-bearing pillar and hid behind it.

"Molly, how old are you, ahem, and playing this kind of kid's game! Ahem. Wang Feng shook his head, but still walked towards the pillar dotingly, his bare feet didn't make much noise, and the wide white sacrificial robe was picked up on his body, making him a bit like a ghost wandering in this small church.

Compared with those babies who were also abandoned due to illness, Wang Feng and Molly, who were rescued by the Redeeming Church and named the Holy Son and Daughter, were obviously much luckier. With the financial support of the Pope and the care of the congregation, there is no need to survive or have to fulfill the responsibilities, which can be regarded as a kind of mascot treatment.

The Holy See did not hide Wang Feng's orphan background, although he had no memory of his parents. Wang Feng, who grew up in the church, received an education, and was grateful, in addition to transferring all his gratitude to taking care of Molly, would do what he could to help the congregation. Therefore, the gentle Wang Feng is actually quite popular in the Holy See. Of course, as a member of the clergy, a moderate amount of practice is also necessary, so barefoot has become a spiritual test for the Holy Son and Holy Daughter.

For the sixteen-year-old saint Molly's childlike behavior, it is not surprising to Wang Feng, who has always regarded her as a sister. If possible, Wang Feng tried his best to follow her wishes, after all, Molly's coronary heart disease could not withstand much stimulation.

"Brother, you turn your back." The delicate voice from behind the pillar, yes, it was Molly's.

"Okay. Remember to eat for a while, everyone is praying today, we can only eat cold rice, cough cough, do you want me to heat up our food..."Wang Feng turned around according to his words.

Suddenly, Wang Feng felt his throat tightly strangled by a finely broken metal chain, which bypassed the pillars of the auditorium, restrained Wang Feng to the pillars, and then dragged his bare feet off the ground little by little. Behind the pillar was a slender girl, her delicate hands clutching the silver chains had been cut by the fine silver chains because they had been cut by the thin silver chains, and blood was dripping on the ground and her bare feet.

Wang Feng's face instantly turned purple, his eyes bulged, and the strong sense of lack of oxygen and impending death made him struggle desperately, and his hands scratched in the air in vain.

That's not how it shouldn't be!

How could Molly possibly do it to herself?!

The kind of admiration and admiration in her eyes, the undisguised affection, can't hide from Wang Feng at all.

If all this is disguise, then a person who can disguise for so many years, a person who is so thoughtful that he can do one thing in ten years, will not expose his existence in order to kill himself as a waste person, that's right, waste person, this is Wang Feng's definition of himself.

Wang Feng and Molly's small gathering on Tuesday was a well-known convention, how could she leave this remote mountainous area alone if she killed herself? What's more, how could Molly, who has been weak since she was a child, have such strength?

After a gust of wind, Wang Feng's hand grabbed the skirt that floated in the wind, as if grasping the last life-saving straw, Wang Feng mobilized the last strength of his whole body, and even the muscles in his throat relaxed, and the silver chain instantly deepened a little.

The screeching sound of silk reverberated in the empty small auditorium, and Wang Feng's hand still grabbed the strip of cloth that had been torn off, but his heart sank to the bottom.

Damn, I still can't believe Molly did this, it must be a conspiracy of people who can't get used to our church! The Church of Redemption, which is in a remote corner, is still criticized from time to time by society, condemning it as too secluded as a creed, and it is not impossible that a few extremists will wreak havoc on it.

Wang Feng tried hard to see what he had torn off with his heavily congested pupils, although the familiar silky feel had already proved the identity of the person wearing this dress.

Only the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden would wear silk, and this sacrificial dress was custom-made by Wang Feng and Molly when he was sixteen years old, one red and one white, both of which were made relatively wide, and theoretically only wore them at the Tuesday assembly.

Those gods and dragons who do not see the head and the tail, occasionally appear wearing gold leaf, resident in the mountains, the ordinary congregants and priests who are responsible for food, clothing, shelter and transportation are all wearing coarse cloth, and among the two hundred and seventy-seven people of the Salvation Church, there is only a pair of holy sons and holy daughters wearing silk, that is Wang Feng and Molly!

When Wang Feng struggled to see the bright red silk fragment in his hand with the last trace of his eye, he finally stopped struggling, yes, this is Molly's clothes.

Perhaps, it was her emotional indifference to her that disappointed her and made her want to kill herself, right? After all, what she wants, she always has to get. After all, I've also experienced that feeling of being unwanted! Sixteen was the time to rebel, and perhaps I was so arrogant that I had fallen to where I am today.

But why didn't she understand? Suffering from emphysema, Wang Feng has felt noticeably difficult to breathe since his 18th birthday, even if he does not exercise. Accompanied by dyspnea is an increasingly severe cough. The result of the doctor's consultation was that he could not live past the age of twenty - even in the case of the Holy See's efforts. How could he accept a show of affection from someone else when he was dying? What's more, there is someone else in his heart, the unattainable person, the person who has died after he became an adult, and the so-called Son status is just a bubble! Recognize the reality, then compromise, and just half dead.

Maybe... That's fine. There is no fear of waiting for the time of death, no more pain of being suffocated by a violent cough, no more physical pain to divert physical pain by playing games, no more pain in order to get what you want, no longer have to worry about not seeing the sun tomorrow. It is a blessing to die at the hands of someone who loves me than to die on a sickbed without warning.

The feeling of suffocation, vertigo and congestion intensified, and then everything went dark......