Mr.Lu is blacklisted again

Jiang prison translated it for her to the old priest, and then explained it to her: "your grandfather often comes here and has known him for many years."

Sheng Qingyuan has been to this church countless times in the past ten years. He comes to worship whenever he has time.

In this church, all the elders, deacons, Council officials, teachers and co-workers know Sheng Qingyuan.

He often talked with the old priest.

The old priest even knew that Sheng Qingyuan had a granddaughter.

"Do you want to pray?" Jiang prison asked Lu tingwan.

"Pray?" Lu was amused.

"Do you believe them?" Lu tingwan asked Jiang prison.

"If the so-called gods can really bless and hear the prayers of believers, how can I be here?"

"As you just said, my grandfather often comes here. What does he do here? He must pray and ask the gods and the Lord to bless me, but look at me now. He has asked for me for so many years. Is it useful? Do they hear me?"

The old priest couldn't understand Lu tingwan's words, but he could see her grief, so he asked Jiang prison to know what Lu tingwan said.

Jiang prison didn't help translate.

Because Lu was right.

Lu tingwan's smile changed from sarcasm to bitterness.

Because she thought of another sad thing.

For whom?

For yourself? Or is there anyone worth her prayer?

Jiang prison said a few words to the old priest, and then the old priest left with his colleagues.

Jiang prison sat down beside Lu tingwan.

In the quiet church, there were only two of them, and Lu tingwan's little ears.

He stared at the cross in the middle of the wall for a long time, and finally closed his hands and eyes.

Lu tingwan looked at him. He probably didn't think that Yijiang prison's temperament would really believe these things.

He kept this action for a long time.

Then he opened his eyes and put down his hands.

"I don't believe those things, but saying a few sincere words to ensure peace won't delay me," said Jiang prison.

Lu tingwan: "I thought you only believed in yourself."

Jiang prison: "of course I only believe in myself, but if it's you, it's OK to hope in anything."

"Sit down for a while."

He said one last word without saying anything else.

They sat quietly, the snow outside the window getting heavier and heavier.

Jiang prison looked at Lu tingwan beside him. The tranquility at this moment made him feel very stable and full.

It was cold in the church, but he didn't feel it.

And a girl, this is a life and experience he has never had and never wanted to have.

With her.

He knew for the first time what satisfaction and happiness were.

He enjoyed such quiet and getting along with her.

Lu tingnight sat in the church for a long time, not because of the so-called invisible or even nonexistent gods.

But because of Sheng Qingyuan.

Compared with those ethereal, she believed that her grandfather would bless her and miss her where she could not see.

Until the little ear in his arms was too cold, Lu listened to the night and stood up with the little ear in his arms.

"Let's go," she said.

Jiang prison stood up and took her out.

Looking at a snow-white world, Lu tingwan looked a little trance. Looking at the white distance, she suddenly asked Jiang prison.

"Is it Chinese new year?"

"The Chinese new year will be celebrated in 20 days."

"Twenty days..." Lu listened to the night muttering.

After all, I still have no chance to spend a new year with grandpa and have a reunion dinner. So is my birthday.

Neither grandpa's birthday nor hers has a chance, and this year, and in the future, she will not receive the birthday gifts prepared by grandpa for her.