Chapter 1626 You are my belief (Extra)

In the cozy room with light yellow lights, the handsome and elegant priest slowly closed the heavy Bible.

After the last word of the story was told, the room fell silent.

The boy on the bed was covered with a quilt, his eyes were wide open, and he was still not sleepy.

On the contrary, I am very curious about the contents of the Bible and have many questions to ask.

"Mr. Priest, does God really love the Angel Cecia? How much does God love it? Will I love it as much as my doll?"

Elegant and handsome priest, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, bright red lips, elegant and noble movements.

Placing the "Bible" slowly on the side of the bedside table, he smiled slightly, his deep and charming light golden pupils looked extraordinarily charming under the warm light.

It seems that in the next second, people will be intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

With a clear voice, he said slowly: "I think God loves Cecia much more than you love dolls."

"For you, you can have many dolls, and you can buy them if they are broken, but for Mr. God, there is only one, the only one."

"If Cesia is injured, or disappears, I'm afraid Mr. God... will make some crazy moves to restore Cesia."

"What crazy move?"

The little boy was very curious, "Could it be that he will destroy the world for this?"

The elegant and dignified priest smiled faintly and said nothing.

Picked up the water glass from the side, lowered his eyelids, and calmly took a sip.

Moisturizes the throat, and the lips are full of fresh redness.

The little boy obviously still has more to say, and wants to continue asking.

But it was time for the priest to tell him a bedtime story, and he had no intention of staying any longer.

The hour hand on the wall had already pointed to eight o'clock, and the handsome and tall priest stood up slowly, and picked up the "Bible" beside him.

"You should go to sleep, Mr. Eggers."

"I hope you can have a good dream tonight."

The little boy let out a long cry, his face full of disappointment.

"How time flies!"

He looked at the clock on the wall unwillingly.

Mr. Priest must leave after eight o'clock every night, this is the rule.

Although he is young and still a child, he must abide by Mr. Priest's rules.

Otherwise, Mr. Father will never come again.

Eggers consciously covered himself with a quilt, and watched Mr. Priest leave.

Father thoughtfully turned off the light in the room for him, and was about to close the door.

In the darkness, Eggers' voice suddenly sounded.

He asked, "Mr. Priest, can you tell stories with me until 8:30 next time? I am willing to spend the time watching TV every day to pray for you."

He is always extraordinarily sincere.

Unfortunately, the priest smiled and refused.

"Sorry, Eggers, eight o'clock is already the best time."

"If it is later, I think my wife will be anxious at home."

"All right."

Eggers was disappointed.

The door of the room was gently closed, and the room returned to silence.

The tall and handsome Mr. Priest left here with a smile amidst the voices of gratitude from Eggers' parents.

Carrying a heavy and ancient "Bible", through the holy and silent church, through the dark and long streets.

Bathed in the bright moonlight, I returned to my home

Lights on, warm home. .

(end of this chapter)