Xiuqing looked at the people queuing at the door of the confessional. Their expressions were gray, full of pain and confusion.
After the apocalyptic disaster broke out, too many unfortunate things happened, and the survivors who survived all had more or less psychological problems.
At this time, seeking faith and salvation became a trend in the city.
Xiuqing found that Fang Ming, who was beside her, had disappeared and shook her head helplessly. Where did this guy with no fear go?
After a moment, Fang Ming's figure slowly reappeared.
Relying on the power of loss, he has visited every confessional, and all of them were disappointing old nuns.
Fang Ming put his arm around Xiuqing's waist and whispered softly in her ear.
Xiuqing was stunned for a moment, her cold expression showing some shock, she took a deep breath and looked at him.
“You…you…”
She couldn't find the right words to describe this man's rebelliousness.
Fang Ming coaxed softly, "I just want to leave more memorable memories for each other, my dear sister."
Xiuqing felt a little overwhelmed after listening to his sweet talk, and responded inexplicably.
"Just once..."
…
In a flash, Xiuqing found herself standing in a wooden house.
The small wooden house surrounded by walls was only furnished with low wooden chairs and no extra items.
This is the inside of the confessional. A wooden room is divided into two small rooms by a partition. A round hole is opened in the middle of the wooden partition for communication between the penitent and the nun.
An old nun sat in front of the partition, stroking the hands of the penitent who stretched out from the hole, and listened patiently to his confession.
He was a middle-aged man, crying and accusing himself of abandoning his wife in order to survive, and that he would definitely go to hell after his death.
The old nun comforted him gently, "Child, God will guide the lost lambs. You have realized your sins, so use the rest of your life to do good deeds to atone for your past mistakes. God will bear witness to your..."
Before she finished her words, the old nun fell asleep peacefully. The middle-aged man opposite her didn't feel anything unusual and walked out in a daze.
Xiuqing helped the old nun sit down against the wall and glared at Fang Ming with dissatisfaction.
"I didn't mean to kill you. I was very gentle." Fang Ming smiled and held out a brand new black nun's robe with a ruffled collar, coaxing Xiuqing to put it on.
Xiuqing looked at the uniform that symbolized holiness, and her calm mood began to ripple and her ears felt hot.
"I am just blinded by greed and I am playing with you here. Give me your clothes and get out now!"
…
A chubby girl with freckles all over her face took small steps and reached out to push open the wooden door of the confessional.
Suddenly, a strong hand clamped her arm, and the tall and straight man smiled at her politely.
"Excuse me, I have to cut in line!"
The little fat girl looked unhappy, "Why?"
The man showed a ferocious smile, stretched out his fist and pounded it, "I'm unreasonable!"
The little fat girl was so scared that her fat flesh trembled. She took two steps back in fear, turned around and ran away crying, "My dad is a soldier, I'm going to let him shoot you with a gun, wuwuwu..."
Fang Ming was amused. Bullying kids was quite fun.
He took a big step, pushed open the door, and walked into the confessional.
The layout on the other side of the partition was no different. A small wooden stool was placed in front of it, and the small round hole on the wooden board was the only way to reach your hand through.
Fang Ming was sitting on a wooden bench. He heard the movement of the nun opposite him. Through the small hole, he could see the fabric of the nun's uniform covering her lower abdomen.
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