This gray-haired old man was none other than Old Brown, whom he had met earlier in the Tem neighborhood.

Looking at Old Brown's tired face and endless sadness in his eyes, Yorks seemed to know something, and he replied in a steady voice.

"Well, just came back this morning."

Old Brown's reluctant smile remained unchanged and said sincerely. "Father, can you listen to me as a listener, I don't have anyone who can speak."

Yorks clasped his hands together and said calmly. "Willing to help."

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The main building has a large altar for prayer Mass, a place for listeners and confidants, a semi-partitioned area for the faithful to talk privately with the priest, and a devotional or prayer room for the faithful to quietly pray, meditate or seek spiritual guidance, and can also be used for spiritual counseling and psychological support.

Yorkes led Old Brown to a dimly lit corner beside the hall, and sat down in his place, and Old Brown sat down in front of York.

There is a partition between the two, and the gap under the partition can not see the face, only the upper body, which makes it easier for the confidant to speak his heart without pressure.

York knows what the role of a listener is, and silence is the best way to let the talker speak first.

In fact, he probably knows the situation of old Brown, the white-headed wife lying on the hospital bed and not knowing whether she lives or dies, just like a vegetative person, and has to survive in the world in the form of hanging needles every day.

In addition to this, Brown Sr. often complains that his body is getting more and more decaying, and he laughs at himself like a rotting walking corpse......

York closed his eyes and waited for Old Brown to speak.

For a moment, only the sound of two people breathing remained in the entire space.

I don't know how long it was, but the old Brown seemed to be mentally prepared and said the first sentence with difficulty.

"Father, does heaven really exist?"

When York opened his eyes, he didn't know if heaven really existed, even if he knew that there was a hell where the demons were.

"If you think heaven exists, then it really exists, and if you think it doesn't exist, then it doesn't exist, and I think heaven exists......"

Hearing this, the corners of Old Brown's mouth pulled up silently, for the sake of his wife, he was willing to believe that heaven really existed.

The conversation ended, and the space fell silent again, but it wasn't long before Old Brown's voice continued to sound, and he looked at the partition as if recalling the ghostly passage.

"Father, today my wife is gone."

Yorks, who had already guessed this, drew a cross and said calmly.

"Amen, the Lord's place will welcome Lady Judith."

Old Brown's wife was a true believer, and his words were also justified, isn't heaven for these people......

Old Brown blinked, and his eyes grew sad at the thought of something.

"I also believe that someone will take her to heaven, Judith she is so kind......"

Speaking of which, Old Brown recounted what had happened today.

"I went to see her yesterday and Judith seemed to be sober a lot......"

"But I didn't expect that this was Judith preparing to leave, and the only thing she said was that I couldn't take good care of myself......"

"When she was dying, she was still looking at me, priest, do you know, she didn't worry about me even when she was lying in bed......"

“……”

Hearing this, Yorkes could imagine the picture, and he was silent as he continued to listen to old Brown.

As old Brown spoke, he gradually moved back to his old memories and began to talk about his encounter with his wife, about his relationship with his wife, about their wedding and their good life......

"How happy we were at the beginning, how happy we ......"

At this point, Yorkes has become a real listener, and as Brown Sr. said, he needs someone who can listen to him.

At last, Old Brown spoke of another unrelated matter, he said.

"Father, thank you for listening, I feel better, can I ask you a question?"

York, still calm, replied.

"Hmm."

"Do you remember the children who made fun of God before?"

Old Brown's voice was very calm, and York's eyes darkened, and of course he remembered, after all, it wasn't long before he thought that those people would be unlucky one day.

"Yes."

As soon as he said this, Old Brown's voice rang out.

"I recently found out what they did, they came from a gang called vance, they smoked du, grew marijuana, blackmailed innocent people, and sold dudu products to others,

Do you think they are guilty? ”

Hearing this, Yorkes thought about it, but he didn't understand what Old Brown was going to do when he checked these people, knowing that Old Brown had told him not to pay attention to these scum.

"Human beings are God's creation, and the Lord has said to respect life and body, and to protect the health of themselves and others, so the Lord's mercy and forgiveness will not stop at them......"

York's words went on and on, and what he didn't know was that Old Brown's eyes became resolute with his words.

"I see, Father, thank you for talking to my bad old man for a day."

Old Brown said as if to leave, and York saw him getting up through the gap below.

"You're welcome, it's my job, but Mr. Brown, can you tell me what you're trying to do after these people?"

Old Brown stopped as he got up, and he said calmly.

"I didn't do anything, I just wanted to make sure they weren't guilty."

After hearing this, York looked into the space under the partition.

It was empty, and Old Brown was gone.

He didn't move, recalling old Brown's words.

Guilty confirmed, then what?

An idea inexplicably crossed York's mind that, according to common sense, the affirmation of guilt and the final judgment are generally interrelated.

"Old Brown is going to judge those scum?" York couldn't believe his guesses.

After all, Old Brown was almost eighty years old, and even if he was a retired officer before, it stands to reason that he should not have the physical strength and strength to judge these young and strong young men.

An old man who is almost eighty years old and a young man, who is strong and who is weak, is already obvious.

How can the sunset at the end be compared with the rising sun?

Yorks suddenly got up and stepped out of his listener's place, ready to leave to ask Old Brown again.

There must be something in this that he didn't know.

But as he left, a thick envelope appeared in his eyes on the stool on which Old Brown was sitting.

Yorks stopped abruptly, looked at the envelope and sighed in his heart, and picked it up, he didn't have to open it to know what was inside.

With this thickness, there should be a lot of it in it.

What made him sigh was that there was a sentence written on the envelope, and Old Brown seemed to have guessed what he would do.

"Father, please don't stop me ......"

Holding the envelope and remembering the situation of old Brown, York's eyes were cloudy.

Old Brown had promised Lady Judith that she would live well, but Old Brown seemed to have decided to do something to the scum, and why?