You are my wife, don't doubt it!

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Yao lay back on the bed, looked up at the sky, clicked into Shen Jie's QQ space, and flipped through the few photos in her space album.

Good-looking, how can she be so good-looking?

Looking at the beauty's voice and appearance in his eyes, recalling the past tender times in his mind, his left hand subconsciously touched her thigh.

No, they are coexisting, and the silly girl is still doing odd jobs in the church right now.

Xiao Yao pulled up his pants and started browsing the girl's space.

It’s strange to say, but when I lived with her before, I never thought of going to see her.

"Sleep is not the only thing that can make you happy."

3 minutes ago.

What the hell? !

...Sleep is just...what the hell?

Isn’t this Martian language created by the idiots born in the 90s? Why are you, a big sister born in 87, joining in on the fun?

Wait, that's not the point.

Isn’t the point, why you are awake but don’t say good morning or reply to last night’s message?

Xiao Yao's heart sank suddenly.

If one day, when he clicks into this QQ space again and gets the prompt "Apply for authorized access", his heart will probably sink like this.

If Xiao Yao and Shen Jie were both born 20 years later, the scene could be re-described as follows.

Comrade Shen Jie has not replied to Comrade Xiao Yao's WeChat messages. Comrade Xiao Yao is "certain" and "clear" in his heart that she just hasn't gotten up yet, or is too busy to see it. However, the vague uneasiness in his heart prompts him to keep clicking on Shen Jie's WeChat avatar and then poke into the circle of friends.

Once he saw that his circle of friends was normal, he felt a little relieved. However, the feeling of uneasiness prompted him to repeat the action again ten minutes later.

After clicking into her circle of friends for the eighth time, Xiao Yao saw a... line.

This is the worst result. A slightly better result is that he sees Shen Jie post a circle of friends, but continues not to reply to his WeChat.

I say this so that you readers know what kind of feeling Xiao Yao's heart was sinking at this moment.

Xiao Yao was so angry that he gave a thumbs up and stuffed a pan-fried bun into his mouth. When he took a bite, the hot gravy exploded in his mouth.

It feels so good to be burned.

Don Quixote: ????? ????? ????? ?????

oOShu HeOo:?

DON QUIXOTE: Are you awake?

oOShu HeOo: Ah, just got up.

DON QUIXOTE: ...

oOShuheOo: What’s wrong, Gouzi?

oOShuheOo: Good morning, doggie!

Xiao Yao collapsed on the sofa, not knowing for a minute how to respond to her.

oOShuheOo: Gouzi, I was wrong, I will change it.

Don Quixote: What's wrong with you?

oOShuheOo: Next time when I wake up, I will say good morning to my dog ​​first, and then send him a message on QQ.

You are quite clever.

A man should have a broad mind and a heart as big as the sea. Since the other party's attitude is so good, of course he will choose to forgive.

DON QUIXOTE: Yes.

oOShu HeOo: Not angry anymore, huh? [Poor][Poor][Poor]

Don Quixote: Don’t unreply to the message I left last night just because it’s overdue.

oOShu HeOo: Ah? Yes, yes.

oOShu HeOo: I was already asleep when you sent that message.

oOShu HeOo: Of course I feel like you’re missing from my side. I’m not used to sleeping well.

Don Quixote: You are really good at talking.

This sentence was actually a positive compliment, but Shen Jie thought he was teasing her.

oOShu HeOo: Hey, why don’t you believe that I’m telling the truth?

Don Quixote: I have no doubt about it.

oOShuHeOo: I was thinking before I went to sleep last night that my bed is too big and I can’t fall off even if I roll around seven or eight times. I really want to roll on it while holding my dog.

Don Quixote: I will pray that this day will come soon.

oOShu HeOo: Yeah. Have you had breakfast?

Don Quixote: I bought some shengjian and am eating them.

oOShuHeOo: Woohoo, I want one too. ┭┮﹏┭┮

Don Quixote: Why would you want fried dumplings when we have roast suckling pig?

DON QUIXOTE: But if you were here, I would feed you with my own hands.

Don Quixote: Without you, even the fried dumplings have no taste.

o0Shuhe0o: Is Nannan up yet?

Don Quixote: I didn’t get up and left a big box for her.

Don Quixote: We all missed you. Tianyun asked you how you were doing last night.

o0Shuhe0o: Be good, I miss you too.

o0Shuhe0o: I have to go wash up, the teacher will be here soon.

oOShuheOo: I’ll take a picture of your lunch at noon.

Xiao Yao put down his phone, walked around the room for more than ten times, and finally decided to go directly to find Yu Luying.

Go out, get on your bike, and head to the church.

It was a sunny day today. Fortunately, the sunlight in the morning was not...too...scorching? If it were when Shen Jie was still around, she would have to apply sunscreen for half a day before going out.

But for such fair skin, no matter how much care is taken, it can never be too much, right?

With all sorts of random thoughts in his mind, Xiao Yao stepped into the church door.

After searching inside and outside, up and down, I finally found a large conference room by following the voices.

The conference room is surrounded by dark wooden wall panels and rows of rectangular windows, each of which is inlaid with stained glass. The sunlight from outside shines through them, slanting onto the floor like the holy light in the game.

In the center of the conference room was a long table, covered with a white tablecloth, and surrounded by... a number of chairs. At both ends of the table were two slightly taller chairs, covered with dark velvet cushions, which looked particularly solemn.

Comrade Yu Bo was sitting on one of the high chairs. Although he was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, he was wearing a white Roman collar. At this moment, he was crossing his fingers under his chin, closing his eyes, and looked like he was sleeping or meditating.

There are several religious paintings on the wall, and the meeting room exudes the smell of an old house. This smell is not pungent, but creates a feeling of comfort and tranquility.

It was actually a smell mixed with wood, dust and dampness, which made Xiao Yao feel... the sedimentation of history and time?

Yu Luying was still wearing long jeans, sneakers, and her hair fell to her shoulders today. Xiao Yao noticed that she was wearing the headband he gave her yesterday, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

The girl was holding a stack of books in her arms and was distributing them to everyone in the conference room. There were more than a dozen young people sitting or standing in the conference room, some of whom Xiao Yao knew, but some he didn't.

"Oh, Brother Long! Squad leader!" Xiao Yao bumped fists with Daiyu while greeting the other two.

Next to Hairtail stood a tall girl with a distinct face, long eyebrows, and black hair draped over her shoulders, falling like a waterfall. Her eyes were cold and arrogant, her lips were rosy and slightly upturned, she wore a white cap, a bright brown polo shirt, and sports pants of the same color as the shirt, and simple sports shoes.

In general, he's a difficult guy to approach.

"This is my girlfriend Yan Xiao," Daiyu introduced happily, "Your family... uh, my sister-in-law introduced her. This is Xiao Yao."

"Hello, Brother Xiao." Yan Xiao greeted coldly and nodded slightly.

"Ah, hello, hello." Xiao Yao quickly said, "Are you also from No. 7 Middle School?"

Yan Xiao didn't answer anything else, just nodded slightly.

Didn't Daiyu call her "Xiao Ran" yesterday? Xiao Yao was a little puzzled.

And what the hell, it’s only been a few days since my birthday and she’s already my girlfriend?

And what the hell is Shen Jie? At first, when I asked her to introduce someone, she was reluctant, but in the end she was so generous?

Although there is no need for me to be jealous of the hairtail fish, but...

Forget it, just be happy for your good brother.

Xiao Yao looked around and saw the "Flyer Hair" guy Xu Wuchen, whom he had met through fighting - it was this guy that he had fought with and saved Zhang Zhengkai; there were also a few little hooligans standing in a loose posture, and Xiao Yao vaguely remembered that they were the brothers of the "Flyer Hair" guy.

"Hello, Brother Xiao." The man with the airplane head greeted him politely and looked around at his younger brothers: "Call me Brother Xiao."

"Brother Xiao." "Brother Xiao." "Brother Xiao."

"Hello, Brother Xu." Xiao Yao said with a wry smile, "And you, you, you, you all are hello."

There were several boys in the room whom Xiao Yao didn't know, and they also looked like bad boys.

Brother Bo called so many gangsters to a meeting. Was he planning to go to a certain street to grab territory? Xiao Yao didn't quite understand.

"You're here." Yu Luying was surprised and happy to see Xiao Yao, and casually stuffed a book into Xiao Yao's hand.

"CATECHISME EN IMAGES 1912", what the hell?

"Yes, I'm here." Xiao Yao nodded.

After greeting everyone they knew, Xiao Yao and Yu Luying also sat down in a corner where there were few people.

"Why did your uncle call a room full of little hooligans in such a high profile? What's the purpose?" Xiao Yao asked in a low voice.

Chapter 186: At ease, stand at attention, stand still!

2023-05-09

After greeting everyone they knew, Xiao Yao and Yu Luying also sat down in a corner where there were few people.

"Why did your uncle call a room full of little hooligans in such a high profile? What's the purpose?" Xiao Yao asked in a low voice.

Yu Luying smiled and said, "What? It's just our church's summer youth catechism class—that's all."

"In my opinion, it should be a compulsory moral education class for bad teenagers to reform themselves?" Xiao Yao said.

"It's almost the same thing? No, it's voluntary to participate." Yu Luying explained.

"Voluntary," Xiao Yao asked Yu Luying, "Tell me, how did your uncle manage to keep those guys in line? Was it just by force?"

"Of course, it's by winning people over with virtue," Yu Luying smiled, "Xu Wuchen beat up the son of the district chief, and he should have been locked up for a while anyway. It was my uncle who negotiated with them and made a promise. Anyway, it was something related to reducing the juvenile crime rate in the district. In short, Xu Wuchen and his men will be reformed by my uncle in exchange for his protection. I don't know about the others."

"So this can also be called voluntary..." Xiao Yao laughed and said, "The future of your parish depends solely on recruiting these people. Is that really okay?"

"Of course I didn't rely on myself alone," Yu Luying explained, "This summer catechism class is a special edition. My uncle asked me to do odd jobs and serve in the logistics team."

"Work-study school, right?" Xiao Yao complained, "I was wondering why you didn't call me. There were so many people I knew, and I thought I was being quietly isolated again. I was scared to death."

"My mother asked me to call you, but I secretly didn't." Yu Luying said lightly.

"Why?" Xiao Yao was stunned.

"Why?" Yu Luying asked curiously.

"Why did she call me here? Why didn't you call me here?" Xiao Yao said.

"Think about it yourself." Yu Luying turned her head away.

"Ahem," Yu Bo finally ended his meditation and knocked on the table in front of him: "Everyone is here, right? Then let's officially start our first lesson today..."

Yu Bo picked up a small piece of chalk, turned around and wrote two very long Latin words on the small blackboard: "Smbolum Apostólicum", then drew two horizontal lines below, and poked the blackboard twice with the chalk head, making a "dong dong" sound.

"Save the opening remarks," Yu Bo said in a deep voice, "Turn to page 5 of the Small Catechism in your hands..."

Xiao Yao casually turned the new book in his hand to page 5. He smelled a pleasant aroma of ink - but his mind was thinking about other things.

Why did her mother ask me to come and learn? Could it be that she really wanted me to be baptized smoothly next Easter so that I can marry her precious daughter?

But with the example of the beastly father-in-law, she really didn't learn from the historical experience and lessons at all. Was she really not afraid of repeating the same mistakes? Was she so superstitious that this "symbiosis" was a match made in heaven?