"Lin-classmate?"

Lin Yanxiao suddenly jumped up from the sofa in the waiting place and raised his right hand high, "I am." ”

The secretary of the dean of the seminary, the elegant and dignified nun opened the log door and walked out, her whole body wrapped in a long black skirt, and a pair of amber eyes on her fair face looked at Lin Yan inquiringly. Her gaze swept across his body like a breeze, gentle but not sharp, not too reserved. She is like a lake hidden in the dense fog of the forest, quiet and calm. She stayed there quietly, not disappearing, not retreating, as if she could get a sense of security in her eyes, and Lin Yanxiao, who was at a loss, suddenly quieted down and laughed.

"Please come in, Lord Dean is waiting for you. The nun held on to the door, watched Lin Yan walk in with a smile, and then gently closed the door.

"Miss Snow. ”

"Mrs. Ades. Under her eyes, which seemed to be able to see through the deepest secrets of people's hearts, the beautiful young Miss Snow bowed crampedly.

"You have done a great job, and the Dean asked me to convey my appreciation to you on his behalf. "Madame Ades folded her hands on her abdomen, she doesn't look like an ordinary nun, but more like the lady of a duke's family in the imperial capital, and the aristocratic temperament cultivated over generations is revealed from her bones.

"This ...... That's what I'm supposed to do. Snow, who was born in a commoner, didn't even dare to pant in front of her, she raised her eyes slightly, her big green eyes were like a clear lotus after the rain, and the water and fog showed a restless look.

"Don't be nervous, would you like some refreshments? Recently the nuns have worked on a cake that I think is good and recommend it to you. The nun chuckled and took her hand and led her into the dark passage leading to the kitchen.

The clasped hands were warm, but Snow always felt uneasy, as if some danger was waiting for her, but she didn't know where this premonition came from, so she could only step into the dark corridor.

"Dean?"

Lin Yan looked at the gloomy room with a speechless smile, half of the originally wide windows were blocked by books up to the roof, the other half was covered by curtains, and the only few remaining rays of light unwillingly crawled in through the gaps, clinging to the red carpet.

"Dean?"

There was no one behind the crowded desk, and Lin Yanxiao raised his voice and shouted, "Dean!!"

"Ahem, ahem, in. cough cough cough ...... Over here. The breathless voice came from next door, and Lin Yanxiao walked out of a path from the "sea of books" and put his ear against the wall in confusion.

"Knock Knock"

He raised his hand and knocked, "Is it you, Dean?"

"The door is not locked, cough, cough!"

Lin Yanxiao, who listened to the heart-rending cough, felt uncomfortable, he looked left and right, and finally found something that looked like a doorknob, he stretched out his hand and twisted, and the wall in front of him slowly opened.

"Ahem, come in, Ades is more economical, and he is reluctant to use even a candle. A rickety body stood up, holding the teapot into the cup to "shake" the tea, respecting the old and loving the young, Lin Yanxiao strode over, took the teapot, "I'll come, I'll come." ”

"Ahem, good boy, ahem. ”

The emaciated body of the famous Abbot of St. Burton, former Cardinal and now Bishop Emeritus of the Holy See, Durna, slumped into a soft sofa, sat like all old men in his quiet and cozy little house, with a clear windowsill, milk snacks on the dining table, freshly brewed tea, and bright flowers stretching their petals in the mist.

This lovely scene, with the scrawny Durna and the colorful blanket on his lap, is enough to be framed to form an oil painting of the unity of opposites in the scene, and the names are "My Grandfather's Old Age", "My Seriously Ill Grandfather's Day", "The Awe of Life", "No matter how painful it is, I must live with a smile".

But!

How could Lin Yanxiao be deceived so easily!

What a serious illness!

What old age is lingering!

Don't think I don't know the bishop-level priests, let alone get sick!

And who do you look like an old man, don't be too pretty, okay! You bishops are all sick! You have to pretend to be like this when you can maintain your youthful appearance! Do you have to cheat on pensions? And that old bishop in the Holy See who pretends to be a child all day long to cheat candy to eat! What the hell do you have to prepare a bunch of candy every time you go on a mission? Do you want to have a snack, and the Holy See is shameless?

"Come, good boy, come to me and let me see you. Durna stretched out her skinny arm and smiled at Lin Yan with a trembling smile, matching his dark face and deliberately loving smile......

Lin Yanxiao: I'm so tired, this person is sick, why can this kind of person be the dean.