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"No." Song Nai refused without thinking, "I will compensate you."

If he works as a nanny for An Yang, he will never see Mr. Ji again.

The surroundings are too quiet, only the wind shakes the leaves and the unique calls of insects and birds in the mountains. An Yang is still talking, but Song Nai ignores him anymore, and the rabbit ears are shaking anxiously, trying to think of ways to make money all the way .

After walking for more than two hours, they finally arrived at the foot of the mountain. They could faintly hear the sounds of cars and pedestrians. The bustling city seemed within reach. , a small white building hidden in the forest not far away suddenly broke into the eyes.

"arrive."

His eyes reflected the rusty cross, An Yang's usual casual attitude suddenly retracted, he stood up straight, and his expression became solemn.

"What happened?"

"interesting place."

"I'm so tired, I don't want to go." Song Nai said helplessly while wiping off his sweat.

But An Yang still turned around on his own, pushing the motorcycle through a section of the broken guardrail, and walked into the lush weeds.

As soon as the car was pushed in, it was caught by tangled branches, but An Yang insisted on going in, as if he had been possessed by a demon, so Song Nai had no choice but to push behind. Fortunately, it didn't take long before a winding road appeared ahead. Song Nai was afraid that the tires would be punctured, but An Yang didn't care about his precious car at all at this time, and his face remained calm.

The gravel road was obviously dug by hand, and a narrow road that only allowed one person to pass was opened out of the barrenness. After stumbling and walking for a while, An Yang raised his hand to push away the weeds taller than a person, and a dilapidated white church appeared in front of him. in front of you.

The church has been built for a long time. It is not a towering Gothic church, nor does it have Arabic-style spiral carvings. It is as simple as a pointed house with only a layer of paint. The walls are cracked and covered with green The climbing plants sway finely with the wind and waves.

The color of the stained glass windows has faded under the wind and rain, and they are now gray and dull. The sharp pieces of broken glass are stuck on the window frame. The inside is dark and bright, but the surroundings are chilly, more gloomy than a tomb. cold.

Song Naizheng felt a little creepy. Suddenly, a crow flew out of the window, squawking strangely and disappeared in a flash. Song Nai was startled, his heart rate soared, and he took a few steps back.

An Yang didn't respond, he put his car at the door of the church at will, pushed open the unlocked door, and walked in, as naturally as going home.

Song Nai had no choice but to follow. As soon as he entered, he was choked by the tangy dust a few times. He covered his mouth and nose and raised his eyes to look around.

The interior of the church is square and the dome is high and deep. All the furnishings remain the same. Rows of dusty benches are displayed on both sides, and a decayed New Testament of the Bible is placed on the lectern at the very front.

"Have you been here before?"

Song Nai saw that An Yang's expression was not right, so he asked softly, but his small voice was carried loudly and long by the back wall, and the lingering lingering sound could not go away.

An Yang walked up to the altar, saw himself reflected in the broken glass, reached out and groped in his pocket for a while, found a crumpled Band-Aid, tore it off and stuck it on the small wound on the bridge of his nose, and explained with a tug on the corner of his mouth, "Of course , I was only five years old at that time, and my father asked me to learn the most authentic British English from the priest here, Martin, and I often went to church with those believers."

He put down the Bible in his hand, and the moth-eaten papers fell like broken butterfly wings, fell by his shoes, and was run over by his foot. He opened his mouth and hummed casually Gospel hymn: "Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound. That saved awretch like me."

—Amazing grace, so sweet, that we sinners are forgiven.

The pure male voice echoed in the dome, and the colorful light shines through the broken colored window above his head, illuminating every stubborn line on his face. Song Nai stared blankly at him walking step by step, his dark eyes gleaming with brilliance , but the next moment he bypassed him again, Song Nai couldn't help turning his head to look, An Yang squatted down in the corner of the last row of benches, and touched the back of the chair with his fingers, as if he was looking for something.

Suddenly, he showed a smile, raised his bright black eyes, and waved to Song Nai, "Brother Little Rabbit, come and see, it's still here after so long."

The gloom between An Yang's eyebrows was swept away, revealing a row of white teeth, his eyes were curved, and he was very purely happy. Song Nai somehow thought of Song Le all of a sudden, probably because he had lived so long. He was only called brother by these two people.

Song Nai walked over and squatted down. An Yang's fingertips were covered with dust, and he wiped a clean spot on the back of the chair. On it, there were three little match figures drawn with a marker. Half of them were peeled off by time. There is a round sky cap.

"This is you and your parents?" Song Nai looked at his side face with a bright smile, and this was the first thought that flashed in his mind.

"No." An Yang pulled him down and held down his knees to prevent him from getting up. Song Nai had no choice but to sit with him on the dirty ground.

Hei Ququ's fingers touched the three villains one by one, and An Yang introduced to Song Nai loudly: "This is me, this is my father, this is my sister, or it may be my brother, but I wanted a sister at the time, so I drew braided."

The amount of information in this passage is too much, Song Nai didn't know where to ask, An Yang continued, "My dad used to be an orderly, and he lived a relaxed and simple life, but his chief is a decent scum, he With a wife, I still won’t let my dad go.”

"Ah?" Song Nai opened his mouth blankly, unable to react.

The phoenix eyes turned around, reflecting Song Nai's sluggish expression, An Yang chuckled, and said slowly, "Oh, I forgot to mention, my dad is a bisexual man who can conceive."

Song Nai was shocked for a moment, as if he couldn't believe that he had encountered a patient with the same intractable disease. The next second, he looked away guiltily, "So, it's like this."

"Intersex people are very cute and gentle, right?" An Yang said, approaching him, smiling like an angel, with a sparkle in his eyes, "When I see Brother Little Rabbit, I always feel inexplicably kind." .”

Song Nai leaned back, avoiding the approaching head, and quickly denied, "Maybe, maybe it's just your illusion, I, I'm not intersex."

"Ha," An Yang smiled, raised his eyebrows, but did not puncture, "That's not it."

Song Nai was eager to change the subject, and asked, "What happened later, what happened to your father later?"

He didn't dare to ask An Yang's sister. He caught a great possibility from An Yang's few words. An Yang's sister might not have been born, because An Yang said that he didn't know if it was a younger brother or a younger sister.