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My name is Luqiao and I am an orphan.

The memories of my childhood are gone, and I remember that I was in an old church.

I am surrounded by friends who are as old as I am, but I know that I am still very different from them.

They are picked up by their parents every day at 9 am, and brought back home at 5 pm.

And every time I wait until all the children have finished, and then go back to the priest's house with the priest.

I also asked the priest where to pick up my parents? The priests always shook their heads awkwardly.

At that time, the priest who took me home every day was different, and the house he went to was different.

Some are large and some are small. Sometimes there can be separate rooms, but most of the time I sleep on various crowded sofas.

The sofa is soft and hard, and long and short.

When the weather is cold, there will be a quilt. Of course, the quilt is different every day.

Five priests, I didn't remember the names.

I only remember the priest on Friday, he called the sea.

Because Friday ’s Father Sea is more responsible than my other four priests for my stay for two days a weekend.

Father Sea has a wife and daughter. On the weekend, Father Sea took me and his daughter to play in the park.

Although I was sleeping on the sofa at the weekend of Father Hai ’s house, I felt that the sofa of Father Hai ’s house was more comfortable than the bed.

Later, I became sensible and understood the reasons for all this.

I realized why there are always people who say that I am a Christian child and that I am a child chosen by God.

This is an old church that will be used for worship on weekends.

There are a total of five priests, and they started an education class on weekdays.

It's nice to say that it's an education class, which is actually a kindergarten with children.

Specially help the believers to bring children, and incidentally began to let them have a sense of Christianity.

This matter lasted for several years, and gradually gained benefits and results.

With a little reputation, something should happen.

Father Dahai told me three times, of course, after talking about drinking too much at home on the weekend.

He said he remembered that it was a Sunday when he presided over the two-hour worship as the keynote priest.

When everyone was gone, he was about to close the door and heard a strange cry.

Looking for the cry, he saw a bamboo basket in the last row of seats.

The bamboo basket was covered with three layers of blankets and made a loud cry.

The person in the bamboo basket was me, and I still had a piece of paper on my body.

According to the words of the priest of the sea, how to read the words on the paper is also a literate person.

However, that piece of paper was not saved later, probably meaning that the child didn't want it.

At that time, Father Dahai did a lot, and even in the first week, he even reported to the parents looking for the lost child.

But this kind of planned abandonment, even if it is found, the parents will not recognize it.

After several priests negotiated with each other, they chose to buy milk powder from the church to feed me.

At first, he was fostered in the house of Father Dahai, but Father Dahai gradually had his own family.

It was proposed to hold in the church during the day, and each of the five priests shared a day at night. And on the weekend that starts on Friday, he is fostered in the house of Father Sea.

As the days passed, I watched all the children younger than me leave the Christian church and never return.

And the longer I grew, the bigger I never left. My name is Luqiao.

Not because of what was written on the note, but because this church is in Taizhou.

It is an administrative district in Taizhou, and Luqiao in Luqiao District became my name.

I do not have an account or even an identity.

There was only one adoption form that was later applied for at the Public Security Bureau and a few pages of photocopy similar to identity.

The only proof I have all over my body, there is only one proof of no crime.

Therefore, I cannot study, and the deposits in the church can only barely maintain my food, clothing, housing and transportation. You must also have the support of the priests to have the present me.

The priests have their own abacus in their hearts, and hope that I can follow their path.

So when I was very young, I learned the piano by memorizing the Bible.

A hymn is clear to the chest, and opening is the truth that God loves the world.

Almost everyone in the church wanted to train me as a candidate for this church.

Twenty-one-year-old I also became a pastor in this church.

With a salary of 3,000 a month, the church is responsible for my three insurances and one payment.

My faith is Christianity, but I know that my faith is not pure.

Because the introduction of a set of orthodox Christianity in the West has basically changed, I gradually grew up and found that we are just scammers who act in the same way as Christianity. But the neighbours and villagers all believed in us and formed this ecosystem.

The church was opened only to attract the believers, and the real money-making activity was to provide child care for the believers from Monday to Friday.

I opened a kindergarten in the name of a church, and I was only responsible for teaching children to recite or study the content of the Bible.

Although I haven't been to school, it's more than enough to deal with these children.

It's such a mixed day, but sometimes I feel that I am not limited to this.

Because I can always find some strange things, I am thinking about the origin of the church.

Since we are all false priests, why is there such a church here?

Why did the five priests become priests? I once queried side-by-side inquiries but couldn't get a satisfactory answer.

The church is large, and the oldest renovation can be found in March 1906.

But this is only one time the oldest refurbishment time can be found, and the establishment time cannot be investigated at all.

No matter how many times it has been renovated during this period, the west tower has never been passive.

This information is basically not available on the Internet. The information I can find is that this church has existed after the Eight-Power Allied War of Aggression against China.

The government does not seem to have property rights in this place, and today it is impossible to overthrow this ancient building.

Since I became a priest here, Monday to Friday is my working time.

On the weekends, I still let the professional priests come here. To put it bluntly, I am actually more like a kindergarten than a priest.

Of course, sometimes when there are not enough people, I will take part in the weekend and play the piano to make up for the number.

All priests have one full day a week, which is to choose a priest to stay closed.

Every Wednesday is my duty. When I am tired of this job, I always have an idea.

What is behind the door of the west loft.

As I have seen before, the door is metal.

The texture can be found on Baidu, exactly the same as the Encyclopedia of Life Tree.

I have been thinking that this door is the gate of truth.

I have also thought about it. I must look at the things behind the door in my life.

The priests will definitely object, and my idea is simple.

Open the gate and take a look, then leave the Luqiao District and go to another city to do other work.

On Wednesday, I was on duty to make sure everyone was gone.

I closed the door of the church and took out the flashlight.

I walked to the lounge and took the axe I had prepared from my cabinet.

Step by step toward the west, went to the attic.

I have asked more than once what the priests are behind, but no one seems to care.

A storage room or just an empty room?

But it doesn't matter, I will know immediately.

Came to the front door of the attic, with three thick chains locked on the door handles.

I glanced at the lock that was already rusty, and I tried to pull it.

Picking up the axe, aiming at the lock, I knocked on.

The sound was loud, and I banged it again.

The lock was knocked by me with the handle, and the last line of defense was captured by me.

I slowly opened the door crack of the Ximen loft, and the dim room was extremely dim.

I raised the flashlight and took it.

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