Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

In the warm room with light yellow lights, the handsome and elegant priest slowly closed the heavy Bible.

After the last word of the story was told, the room fell silent.

The boy on the bed was covered with a quilt, his eyes wide open, still not sleepy.

Instead, I was very curious about the content in the Bible and had many questions I wanted to ask.

"Mr. Father, does God really love the Angel of Cecia? How much? Could it be that I love him as much as I love my dolls?"

The elegant and handsome priest wears gold-rimmed glasses, with bright red lips, and his movements are elegant and noble.

Slowly placing the Bible on the bedside table, he smiled slightly, his deep and charming light golden eyes looking particularly charming under the warm light.

It seems that in the next second, people will be intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

He had a clear voice and said slowly: "I think God's love for Cecia is much greater than your love for dolls."

"For you, you can have many dolls, and you can still buy them if they are broken, but for Mr. God, there is only one Cecia, the only one."

"If Cecia is injured or disappears, Mr. God may...make some crazy moves to save Cecia."

"What crazy move?"

The little boy was very curious, "Could it be that he would destroy the world for this?"

The elegant and dignified priest smiled lightly and said nothing.

He picked up the water glass from the side, lowered his eyelids, and took a calm sip.

Moisturizes the throat and leaves the lips filled with fresh rosy color.

The little boy was obviously still unfinished and wanted to continue asking.

But the time for the priest to tell him a bedtime story had come, and he had no intention of staying any longer.

The hour hand on the wall was already pointing to eight o'clock. The handsome and tall priest stood up slowly and picked up the Bible beside him.

"It's time for you to go to sleep, Mr. Eggers."

"I hope you have a good dream tonight."

The little boy let out a long sigh, his face full of disappointment.

"Time flies so fast!"

He looked at the clock on the wall reluctantly.

The priest must leave after eight o'clock every night. This is a rule.

Although he is young and still a child, he must abide by the rules of the priest.

Otherwise, Mr. Father will never come again.

Eggers consciously covered himself with a quilt and watched the priest leave.

The priest thoughtfully turned off the light in the room for him and was about to close the door.

In the darkness, Eggers's voice suddenly sounded.

He asked, "Mr. Father, can you tell stories with me until half past eight next time? I am willing to spend my time watching TV every day praying for you."

He is always extremely sincere.

Unfortunately, the priest smiled and refused.

"I'm sorry, Eggers, eight o'clock is already the best time."

"If it's any later, I think my wife will be waiting at home anxiously."

"……All right."

Eggers was disappointed.

The door to the room closed gently, and silence returned to the room.

The tall and handsome priest left here with a smile amid the thanksgivings of Eggers' parents.

Carrying the heavy and ancient Bible, I walked through the sacred and silent church and walked through the dark and long streets.

Bathed in the bright moonlight, return to your home——

Lights on, warm home. .