When Hua Rong opened her eyes again, she found herself kneeling in the church.
She first examined her slender hands, then endured the dull pain of the memories flooding her mind.
After a long while, she finally looked up at Jesus, who seemed to have a compassionate heart, and a slight twitch appeared on her lips.
The original owner, Wang Huarong, was a person abandoned by the world.
Like the other believers, she also held her broken soul in her hands.
We must use the sacred words of Jesus Christ to mend those scattered illusions.
However, the round spire of that blue-brick church cannot dispel the illusions of history.
For whom do the gates of heaven open?
She didn't understand any of these things.
The original owner could only see the American church standing on the edge of the city.
She thought that might be the password to the treasury of a foreign kingdom.
She could only follow the solemn missionary and the nun in black to find a god who could deliver her.
But no, that won't work.
She couldn't find a god, so she had to be her own god.
Ignoring the other kneeling believers around him, Hua Rong stood up, turned around, and walked step by step towards the church exit.
Hua Rong covered her black hair and quickly made her way back to the slum where the original owner now lived.
She doesn't even live in a house now.
Instead, they were rows and rows of cave dwellings located in the slums.
In the 1970s, slum housing cost five cents a month to rent.
The original owner only had twenty cents in total.
There's simply no way to rent a decent place.
They could only afford to rent a cave dwelling for five cents a month.
The cave dwelling was very dark, as there were no electric lights connected.
The exorbitant electricity bills each month were simply not something the original owner could afford.
With her excellent eyesight, Hua Rong could see the items in the cave dwelling clearly.
It includes simple pots, pans, and bowls.
Then there was a rug made from who-knows-how-many old clothes, and an old cotton quilt that was barely warm enough.
At first glance, this place looks like a typical spot where even a thief wouldn't know what to steal if they came in.
"Woof, are you there?"
Hua Rong heard a young, energetic male voice.
She went outside and saw the man standing at the entrance of the cave dwelling.
blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beaming smile.
He's very tall, over 185 cm.
He was just an ordinary American youth, but in Hua Rong's eyes, he was still more adorable.
If Hua Rong had to say, then it would be that the smile on the young man's face was incredibly healing.
Jason, is something wrong?
Hua Rong opened her mouth and realized that her voice was cold and hoarse.
Just hearing this sound is enough to make you depressed.
Jason, however, didn't seem to mind. He handed a bag to Hua Rong with his somewhat rough hands.
"This is fried chicken I bought when I passed by KFC. I can't finish it. Can you help me eat it?"
Hua Rong remained silent for a moment before taking the bag.
She knew that the money Jason used to buy the fried chicken was the money he earned after a day's work.
I bought it separately to please her.
It wasn't that she was given the food because she couldn't finish it; she was just saying that because she was afraid Hua Rong wouldn't accept it.
She said to Jason, "I want to go for a walk in the park, can you come with me?"
"OK!"
Jason scratched his head, his smile growing even brighter.
He really liked this Chinese girl.
The doves of peace flew apart in the sky, and some people with extra bread were feeding them.
Hua Rong and Jason could only stand at a distance; they were different from the others.
Jason seemed to know what Hua Rong was thinking, and he said softly, "One day, we will definitely have extra bread to feed these peace doves."
Hua Rong: "We've known each other for so long, but I don't think I've ever told you about my background."
Jason's eyes lit up slightly upon hearing this. Could it be that Wang considered him a friend?
They found a chair and sat down side by side.
Hua Rong opened the bag and divided the fried chicken into two portions.
A copy was handed to Jason, who wanted to refuse.
But when he saw Hua Rong's clear eyes, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.
He took it, took a bite, and stuck out his tongue. "It doesn't even taste as good as a hot dog."
Hua Rong took a bite, and it really didn't taste good.
She didn't know what the hot dog tasted like, but the fried chicken was completely cold and too salty.
But perhaps she was too hungry, or perhaps she didn't want to waste Jason's good intentions.
Hua Rong slowly ate the half fried chicken.
This fried chicken was small to begin with, not very big.
After eating, she felt a little full.
"My story is actually very simple..."
In the 1960s, only Chinese people were able to go abroad.
They wouldn't be too bad in terms of family background and education, and that's exactly the kind of person the original owner was.
Not long after I went abroad, news came from back home.
Her parents were arrested?
Hua Rong knew the reason.
Which country is currently undergoing reforms?
There will always be some people who become the stones that are lifted up by this reform.
Not a ripple remained.
After the original owner stopped crying, she did not go back.
She can never fight against a country alone.
Moreover, she wanted to fulfill her parents' wishes and live a good life!
Here she met her husband, Tom.
She found the warmth of home once again.
She married him.
Shortly after her marriage, she gave birth to a daughter, Alice.
Alice is so cute. When her bright blue eyes look at her, the original owner's heart melts.
Alice grew up slowly, and the little family that Hua Rong and Tom ran was not rich, but very happy.
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