kiss the night

"When I was young, I often heard my grandmother talk about the blood moon. It was also mentioned in the Book of Revelation that 'when the sixth seal was opened, I saw a great earthquake. The sun turned black like wool, and the full moon turned red like blood'. Lei The number of blood moons in the history of Nar City is not small..."

"When I was young, I often heard my grandmother talk about the blood moon. It was also mentioned in the Book of Revelation that 'when the sixth seal was opened, I saw a great earthquake. The sun turned black like wool, and the full moon turned red like blood'. Lei The number of blood moons in the history of Nar City is not small..."

Old William was driving an old pickup truck on the beech road. On the local car radio channel, the female anchor was narrating various urban legends about the "Blood Moon" in a soft voice. Most of them were old-fashioned stories, or those in the Bible. Legends, or else it is vampires, werewolves and the like that have been re-emerged following the wave of movies in recent years.

To the old William, these are children's housekeeping. After all, he is already in his 40s, and he has long passed the age where these legends will cause waves.

"Blood Moon, huh, really bullying our old guy for not reading the newspaper." He held the steering wheel with one hand and propped the other on the window frame next to him, yawned, raised his slack eyelids upward Looking at it, the red moon in the sky is still hanging, and the snow on the road has become a little cloudy.

Just as Old William was distracted, a figure suddenly flashed in front of the car.

"God!" he yelled.

With the screeching sound of the wheels rubbing against the road, the black figure fell in front of his shining headlights. Old William widened his eyes and shouted again: "God, what's going on?" He turned off the engine with trembling hands , opened the door and ran to the front of the car.

It was a boy lying sideways on the ground. His face could not be seen clearly under the black shattered hair, only his blue lips were tightly pressed, and he seemed to be hugging his stomach in pain, and his whole body appeared in a curled up state. .

Old William was terrified, God knows, he'd driven a car for decades, and he'd never run over anyone!

"Son, child!" He bent down and looked at the boy on the ground by the moonlight. After careful observation, Old William found that the boy had no blood or trauma, so he probably hadn't really been in contact with the car. However, Then why did he suddenly faint on the road?

The kind truck driver, old William helped the boy up from the ground and patted his cheek lightly: "Wake up, you can't fall asleep outside in this damn weather!"

Yan Zhao slowly opened his eyes under his call, those dark and beautiful deer eyes were a little confused at the moment, he raised his head and looked around, then looked at the old white man who was supporting him in front of him, subconsciously looked back flinched.

Only then did Old William realize that in such a cold weather, the boy was only wearing a thin dark red pullover. No wonder his lips were frozen to such a color.

"Come on, go back to my car and talk first." He walked into the car half forcefully, "Son, I'm not a bad person, you must not misunderstand this... It's just that this is really not a place to talk, look, I His fingers were already cold from the cold."

Enduring his rumbling stomach, Yan Zhao followed Old William to the co-pilot seat of his pickup truck. There was a strong smell of tar in the car, as well as the peculiar smell of tobacco on middle-aged men, which made him Feeling even more dizzy... However, the only good thing is that it's very warm here. God knows how long he's been outside, his toes have been frozen to the point of loss of feeling, and his ears and nose are suffering from unbearable pain.

Yan Zhao also forgot how he got out of the apartment, and his memory is very vague. In short, he only felt that the hunger was eroding his brain. He was eager to find some food, so he could buy even a little bit of food. He walked out of the apartment in the hope of eating in the convenience store when he was young, but he forgot that it was Christmas Eve—a time when everyone was reunited, and the city was as quiet as the surface of water without fluctuations.

"Hey, I'm asking you something, kid, can you understand English?" Old William had already restarted the pickup, and this time, he saw the boy's face clearly through the light. It was a very beautiful picture. Asian faces, yes, beautiful, he swore he rarely used this word to describe young men, but other than that, there seemed to be no other words that were more appropriate.

Her snow-white skin was even whiter than that of Caucasians. Under the curled eyelashes, the jet-black eyes looked like top-quality black pearls, exuding an indescribable metallic luster, which was very agile.

But perhaps not being able to recognize the real age of Asians is also a common problem. Old William couldn't figure out the age of the boy in front of him. He glanced at Yan Zhao uneasily from the corner of his eye, praying that he didn't get into trouble with a minor.

"I can speak English." Yan Zhao finally spoke, his voice hoarse from the cold, "Thank you, sir."

Can communicate normally, Old William heaved a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Are you an adult?"

"Yes."

"Then where does your family live? I'll take you back. It's too cold outside. Walking on the street so late at night, I'm afraid I'll be blown away by the wind on Christmas Eve." Old William turned on the car radio again, There has been a change of program in there, playing some soothing blues.

"I..." Yan Zhao opened his mouth, but he still kept holding his belly, "I'm so hungry, sir, do you know where I can eat?"

"Dinner?" Old William looked at him suspiciously, and looked at Yan Zhao's clothes again, and saw that although he was wearing thin clothes, they were brand new and clean. Just by looking at them, he could tell that the fabrics were good, so they should not belong to poor people. My child, but I ran out of the house at this time... Could it be that he was a minor who ran away from home?

"It's almost twelve o'clock, boy. No restaurant will open at this time. It's Christmas Eve."

"Yes, yes, I know." Yan Zhao nodded and repeated in a low voice.

Seeing his appearance, Old William further believed that he was a minor who ran away from home. There were too many such minors in the small town, and most of them quarreled with the family over trivial matters. In addition, they are always rebellious and sensitive to those who want to help them, and they lie a lot.

Thinking of this, Old William began to lose patience. He repeatedly asked Yan Zhao's home address several times, but Yan Zhao just lowered his head and remained silent.

"Hey, you can't just stay on my car like this, and I didn't really knock you down." Old William looked at Yan Zhao vigilantly after saying this, for fear that he would blackmail him.

Yan Zhao raised his head and asked again: "Then where are you going, sir?"

"Red Moon Bay." Old William said, and then added, "Near the Meridell Church, where my family lives." Don't care about reporting your address to a young man.

"Church..." Yan Zhao murmured, "Will there be food in the church, sir?"

"Food!" Old William repeated, "I really don't know, don't your family give you food? Come on, you look like you've been starving for days now, and you can't say anything about food." I believe that a kid dressed like Yanzhao would be so poor that he can’t even afford to eat. After all, his old William has seen real slums, and the children there are really not the same as the one in front of him!

However, He Yanzhao didn't reply to him again, but just lowered his head and continued to keep silent, as if he was using this kind of silence to resist Old William, and he wouldn't give up if he didn't succeed.

In the end, Old William could only compromise: "Well, I guess there must be nuns on duty in the church, maybe you can ask them for some food, whatever you want, but I have agreed in advance, I can only put you there, After all, I have to rush home, so you can see what time it is."

Yan Zhao ignored Old William's thoughts, he closed his eyes in pain, and fell into a semi-comatose state.

The only thought in his mind was that hunger was an unbearable thing... he was going to die before he could eat another bite.

After driving for a while, the car drove into Red Moon Bay, which Yan Zhao didn't often go to. It was relatively far away from the city, and the surrounding buildings had turned into small wooden houses at a distance, with farms and fields behind them.

The Meridell Church is the tallest building in the vicinity. It has a main building with an iconic spire building. It is exactly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the bell on Christmas Eve rings, distant and solemn.

Old William put Yan Zhao on the side of the road. After Yan Zhao thanked him, he walked to the church yard alone.

Meridell is the largest church in the vicinity, and many residents come to worship every week. Therefore, the courtyard is very new, and the surrounding flowers and trees have been trimmed neatly. Except for the inevitable depression in winter, it is not messy.

Yan Zhao stepped on the bluestone road and walked to the door of the church courtyard. He saw that the iron fence there was not closed, and there was a small door for one person to pass through, and there was no one in the courtyard, only a few street lights were on in the middle of the night. with light.

Yan Zhao hesitated again and again, but decided not to yell at this time, so he walked directly into the church through the open door, thinking that maybe he could find the nun on night shift in the church.

As a native of the East, Yan Zhao has no habit of worshiping. This is the first time he has stepped into a church. He looked up and looked around all the way (even though he couldn’t see things clearly in the dark), and the hunger in his stomach was a little less. .

Yanzhao walked to the front of the biggest main building with his intuition. What made him feel strange was that the door here was also opened a crack, and there were faint human voices coming from inside.

Is there anyone still praying at this time?

He approached lightly, originally intending to knock on the door and go in, but he didn't expect to hear the exciting conversation inside...

"I know, I know that John is a good man, and I'm not good at raising daughters, and I raised a daughter who was born out of wedlock! I really shouldn't deceive that good old man and marry my daughter to him, but, but I still hope she can Happiness! God, forgive me." From the church came the old woman's voice, trembling and crying, obviously confessing to someone.

Yan Zhao's hand that was about to knock on the door stopped, he thought a little embarrassed, since the old man chose to confess at this time, obviously he didn't want to be heard by others, it would be somewhat impolite to push the door in at this time.

Another deep male voice sounded: "Poverty often deprives people of all morale and virtue; it is difficult for an empty bag to stand up on its own." The male voice sounded as calm as water, but there was an inexplicably soothing and convincing power, Yan Zhao He couldn't help pricking up his ears, but in the next second he heard the man speak again.

"Guests standing outside the door, please don't be shy, come in and let me see your face."