Spring goes to autumn, I don't know how long it has been, in short, compared with before, little Peter is obviously a little taller, the little face is fat and the eyes are big, although it has become a little bigger, but the cuteness is still not diminished. Unlike before, he is much quieter now, no longer so curious about new things, but often indulges in books. The old man's collection of books has long been memorized, although there are only a few in total, such as "Theological Discourses", "History of the Holy See", "The Clergy", "The Secret History of the Holy Empire", "The Krent Empire", etc., and of course, the most important "Bible" and "Gospel" must not be missing.

It's just that when asked how little Peter feels about the passage of time, the thin teenager might tilt his head and blink uncertainly: "Grandpa and the fat uncle next door are thinner and fatter." And the cities I saw were bigger and bigger, but there were fewer and fewer people to see. ”

Of course, the old man was very satisfied with Little Peter's hard work, just as Little Peter felt indescribably happy because of the happiness and fulfillment of his life.

If the only thing that is not satisfied is probably that I have passed too many places in these days with my grandfather, although I have seen beautiful scenery, but the darkness lurking under the beauty makes people faintly uncomfortable, and the uneasiness of having no fixed place.

In the city of Nantes, the sun was shining in the study, and the old man was half-sitting and half-lying on the recliner holding the "Biography of Azak" to read it, and from time to time he took a sip of a cup of warm tea from the coffee table next to him, and sighed: "People don't accept the old man, and now they can only live in this kind of place and flip through the book, but it is also fun." ”

"You're laughing, you're still young. A middle-aged man with a fat figure next to him said with a smile while skillfully making tea: "Besides, in this world, it is much happier to be able to be so peaceful and comfortable than to be cautious in the imperial capital." The middle-aged man smiled with his snow-white front teeth exposed, squinting at his light green eyes, and his voice was so steady that people vaguely felt very relieved.

"You, still like the same as before, you just like this kind of dull day. The old man picked up the bookmark from the coffee table and put it in the book, leaned back and lay on the chair and shook it a few times, and then stared at him for a long time with a smile on his face, his eyes sometimes soft and sometimes struggling, and he didn't know what he remembered.

In the scorching sun, little Peter, who had just returned from church service, wore a black robe made of fine linen, with a wide ribbon around his waist to keep his robe tight. The church is located in the west of the town, and the buildings in the vicinity are made of stone, and the high spires almost want to pierce the sky, exaggerated but surprisingly harmonious. In the sun, the church with its tall arches and minarets looks particularly holy and solemn.

Leaving Xicheng District, little Peter looked at the nearby road, when the afternoon sun was officially at its strongest, he just stood for a while, he felt the heat coming, and hurriedly walked into an alley to escape the scorching sun.

Little Peter walked under the eaves and in the shadows, the alleys were narrow, and the smell was not very good, and the shacks made of wood on either side were lying lazily and lazily. The few farmers and paupers chatting in the alleys kept staring at little Peter with astonishment, watching him cross the garbage heap that occupied half of the road, occasionally carefully avoiding the sewage that the aunts spilled at the door of his house, fanning his hands in front of his nose, and frowning, and his wrinkled face gradually smiled.

Little Peter sighed to himself, and had to move forward more carefully. I finally walked through the place full of rancid smell and sewage, and quickly inhaled hard, "Whew~!" looked up at the bright sun, wiped the sweat on my face, and just wanted to take a step but suddenly heard a voice: "Hey, hey, be careful." ”

Before little Peter could react, he felt a small force behind him, and hurriedly staggered a few steps to balance his center of gravity, only to hear a voice: "Oops." "I felt one or two round things roll up to my feet.

Little Peter turned around hurriedly, and saw a young girl dressed in a gray maid's outfit of burlap bent over with a shabby and shabby thing called a big bag made of linen, her face flushed, one hand swinging helplessly, and the other carefully holding in her bosom a few round things that looked gray. Little Peter looked down and saw two or three very small potatoes rolling to his feet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not, I'm not the one" The little maid couldn't say anything in a hurry, her little face was red, and her eyes were moist.

Little Peter hurriedly picked up the potato, wiped it clean with his own clothes, and handed it to the little maid: "Hey, don't worry, say slowly, it's okay, I'm fine, hey, how are you, you haven't broken it, you must be careful in the future." After speaking, he smiled slightly.

The little maid lowered her head and wiped her glasses with her hand embarrassedly, and saw that although the hand was not white and tender, the fingers were slender, but the nails were not clean and slightly dirty. "Hey, your clothes are dirty. Suddenly, the little maid noticed that there were two obvious dirty spots on the hem of the black robe of the person opposite, so she hurriedly said.

Little Peter looked down and waved his hand with a smile and said, "It's okay, it's nothing, remember that you must be careful when you walk in the future, don't hit people again." You're really okay, it's okay, I'm relieved. By the way, may the Lord bless you!" Little Peter said, turning and leaving. However, his face with his back to the sun, and his bright eyes and smile seemed to shine into the eyes of the little maid like the sun, which warmed her heart, and the little maid could not help but froze.

In the night, when the dim oil lamp was trying to burst into a dull yellow light, little Peter knelt on the mat, facing the statue of the Lord, his eyes closed, and his mouth muttering. This room is not very large, about 10 square meters, and the most conspicuous thing is the statue of the Lord crucified, flanked by oil lamps trying to emit light. Half of the room was shrouded in a small light, and the other half was faintly reflected in the moonlight through the window. At this moment, in such a room, light and darkness are intertwined, you fight for each other, and after fighting for a long time, it seems that both sides have some exhaustion, a little exhaustion, and finally with a voice: "Amen." The oil lamp, which had been suffering for a long time, finally came out, quickly dispersed the dim yellow light, and fell asleep early with his neck crooked.

The door opened, and for a moment little Peter looked at the confessional chamber that had been plunged into darkness, the spun curtains between them fluttering gently with the wind through the cracks, and the silver lamp stands glowing pale in the moonlight, and the whole room suddenly became quiet and peaceful. "It seems that the Lord has forgiven me. He smiled at the thought of it, and his mood suddenly lightened.

"Time is running out. The old man who suddenly woke up groped in the dark to light the oil lamp next to the bed, tightened the fur quilt on his body, took out the pocket watch carved with cumbersome patterns and looked at it, and carefully played with it and sighed.