"God bless you."

The time agreed upon was not bad, and the person Mr. William was waiting for appeared in front of his house - a young woman with clear and clean facial contours. Perhaps the adjective "clean" would be difficult for ordinary people to understand, but you can have a rough idea by just imagining the female avatar depicted on the pottery of the Minos period unearthed from Crete - she was tall, even more than the average Sardinian man, with flat and wide shoulders and long legs, which gave her a beauty between men and women, and the grey silk shirt and black trousers she wore aggravated the illusion.

"God bless you." William responded hurriedly, carrying a small suitcase for his noble temporary guest, then watching his guest walk down the stairs in front of the porch, stride through the narrow but very delicate garden, pushing open the two decorative grille wooden doors, cross the sidewalk, and coming to the car parked by the roadside. She turned around in circles from the front of the car, opened the cab door, disappeared under the black top cover of the car, and the slender shadow cast by the street lights also disappeared.

William's house is located on a street that looks particularly secluded and tidy because there are no shops, hostels, or other service facilities. It is almost nine o'clock now, and the street lights are on. Children who like to ride bicycles and skateboards pass by you have returned to their respective homes; on the long porch in front of each house, those who like to sit in rocking chairs and shake gently, the elderly have also left-William stares at the surrounding houses, and their dining room is warm and orange-yellow lights are lit up - almost every house in this old neighborhood has a similar structure, and those who finish their day work will definitely be more willing to sit on the sofa and watch TV and newspapers waiting for the sumptuous dinner to be placed on the table, so that they can satisfy their bodies after satisfying their spirits; they will not pass through the dining room, living room, foyer, porch, garden, corridor for no reason, and pay attention to what is going on here.

"Who is that? William?" a voice asked suddenly, and before William could react immediately, the voice became higher and harsh: "What did you give her?"

William turned around and found that the woman standing on the other end of the house was her wife, dragging the boxes she used for travel, and their children, wrapped in camel-colored cashmere scarfs, and slim legs under the beige silk dress trembling - William sincerely hoped that it was because of the cold night, not the anger.

"I think I can explain..." William ran over and opened the grille door diligently for his wife: "But why didn't you go to your mom's house?" He specially bought them a train ticket - in fact, they should come back in a month.

"You'd better explain." His wife pushed the children, "Go into the house, it's damn weather, it suddenly became cold like December." She handed her luggage to her husband: "I missed the train. I don't want to wait for 6 hours at the station, so come back first - who is that person?"

"Well... it's a long story..."

***

William Bow is a publisher and also a devout Old Testament churchman - one of the 70 million Old Testament churches in Sardinia - there is nothing to hide. The most intense and conflicting period between the old and the new religions had ended centuries ago. The current state priests would not refuse him to enter the church, pray or attend mass, receive communion, donate, etc.

He also prayed as required in the Old Testament, morning and evening, and before meals, and set up a portrait of the holy and cross in the room, married a wife of the same faith, and gave birth to a daughter and a son.

These two little wives with chestnut hair always made him tumbling. Turning around - they ran into the room, threw their coats and shoes on the sofa, turned on all the lights in the room, and then ran into the kitchen, rushing to wash their hands first by the sink, making both of them wet, turned on the refrigerator, took out the cold milk and cereal, as well as ice cream and butter, bread, bacon - the three who were supposed to have dinner on the train - they are now hungry, but full of energy - it's awful.

William remade the cereal porridge under the finger of his daughter. The cereals must be poured in first, and then the milk, otherwise it will directly affect the taste of the cereal. William did not know what would happen, but he also did not know how to reject his daughter. When the six-year-old girl imitated her mother with her chin raised her toes and tried to pour the cereal porridge that met her harsh requirements into the milk pan, she poured one-fifth of it. While their mother was busy pulling their four-year-old son away from the knife holder full of dangerous goods, he was about to choose a knife that would cut the bread and put it into the bacon by himself. The mother praised his observation ability, but asked him to sit at the dining table and not move.

A couple now, without caring about that explanation, took a full hour to finally feed themselves and the two little demons after praying before the very short meal, and then arranged for them to take a bath, the father helped their son, and the mother helped their daughter. When the two walked out of the bathroom, it seemed as if three world wars had passed. The boy was ready to fight for a local confrontational war with his father, while the girl kept trying to fight for freedom from her mother's hands - the ending was as chaotic.

But it is impossible to make a wife forget that her husband took her away and sneakily received a young woman at home and watched her leave reluctantly before leaving.

Mrs. William, sitting on the edge of the bed, used a low-power hair dryer, the kind of wind that would make you feel like you were in late spring and early summer. To dry the water in her ears by Mr. William lying on her lap, the little boy's shower faucet was thrusting into the water. She asked, while making the hair dryer buzzing, "Who is that? Dear?"

"...uh, what?..." In fact, Mr. William was already drowsy under such a rare pleasure. He responded quite slowly to his wife's question.

Mrs. William pressed the hair dryer to his temple as if it was a gun.

"Well... I can swear to Saints that I just accepted a friend's commission...Hi!" Mr. William screamed, and the hair dryer hit his head.

He jumped up, but was immediately pressed down.

A pair of powerful, cold hands.

William could see his wife spread out from the corner of his eyes and fell on the bed, as if she had fainted - she was still breathing, her heartbeat was strong, and William's ears were pressing against her chest.

"Someone should have visited you recently, Mr. William, can you talk to me? - related matters." A man's voice was gentle, except that there was no characteristic, and the undulations at the end of the speech were very small, but it did not make the question sound like a declarative sentence.

William's breathing stopped - he didn't expect "they" to find it so quickly - he hesitated for a moment, and he wanted the man to swear to Saint Sage that he would not hurt him, but his wife and children, but soon, maybe only for a second or two, a needle as long as half a palm, but as thin as cow hair pierced into his brain.

"All the news. You know, say it."

...

Five minutes later, the "fool" let go of his prey in his hand - he stood up quietly like a shadow and walked out of their bedroom - when he passed the portrait of Saint Sage, he drew a cross on his chest, and the lights in the corridor were already turned off, but there was a 1-watt recessed night light in the wooden skirting line every 5 feet, which shone on the warm wooden floor and stretched to the room and the stairs of the two children. The uninvited guest paused for a moment and walked into the girl's room. The girl slept very heavily, with a very correct posture and elegant one, with only her pink face and fluffy maroon curly hair outside, her arms were placed beside her - the man stayed by her bed - and then left.

There was also a little boy, a man walked up to his bed, but unexpectedly found that the child was not asleep. His bedside light was on, and the boy sat in the quilt, holding a child's version of the scriptures with cha pictures.

"Hello," the little boy looked at him in surprise: "Who are you? I haven't seen you."

"I'm looking for your father for something." The man said gently, "Why are you not sleeping?"

"I'm waiting for my mom." The boy showed the book to the guest--he was used to strangers often coming to his father, "She had to read a story for me and then sing a song before I could fall asleep."

"Is that?" The man took the book and read it: "You are a devout little believer, a child. But your mother may not be able to read stories and sing today. Can I read you a story?"

"What about singing?"

"If you're willing to listen to me."

"If it's not very ugly, I don't care - but my mother said that if she sang a very ugly song outside, she would be arrested and jailed - so my father could only sing in the bathroom." The child shrank under the quilt and made a silly laugh.

The man smiled melancholy and said, "I will sing very quietly. Very, very quietly. No one can hear me except you."

He opened the book again, found a short story and read it slowly, and then hummed a beautifully tuned chant.

"The Lord sleeps, the Lord sleeps... He Tianmei/He comforts/No more burdens: no more fatigue, no more sadness, no more tears... Sleep until the Savior returns, and wake up and change is sweeter..."

"I haven't heard this song before-" the child said in a low voice, slowly closing his eyes, and he felt the man's hand gently patting him, and a gentle and warm heavy resonance came up.

"I'm going to sleep. Good night, thank you...sir." He said vaguely, "May God bless you."

"...... After resting the hard work, resting the hard work, you will be blessed/comfortable/drag away the heavy burden, you will be troubled, you will be worldly, you will be busy; rest for a night and wait for the dawn, you will be more blessed to get up/"

The man stood up from the boy's bedside and turned off his bedside lamp.

"Be with the Lord, be with the Lord, lovely/being worshipped/stay away from dust, stay away from disaster, stay away from worries, stay away from horror; be with the Lord until we come, see each other again more adorable/"

He walked out of the room, turned the hallway, passed through the back door of the kitchen, and walked out of the shadow of the house. A car was waiting for him on a more secluded path.

"They found her." The car started slowly and the driver reported the situation to him: "Your speculation is very correct."

It was not speculation, it was reading - a dirty trick from dark creatures. The man smiled. He often thought that if he could extricate himself a little, these young people who were lucky enough to come into contact with them might have a brand new and correct understanding of the "fool". He turned his eyes to the outside of the car window, in the darkness.

The community is still silent, and the residents here do not know that a tragedy is quietly ending among them - and the flames of the accident will annihilate all traces that should not be left behind.

...

"It's so good, it's so good, it's so joyful/rest/rely rest, there's nothing to do, there's something to cover, there's no thirst or hunger; it's so good that the resurrection is raptured, and it's so happy to wear it on your body/... It's a temporary parting, it's a temporary parting, it's not eternal extinction/not eternal extinction/not like the fading of flowers, it's not like the moon, it's a night, it's a rest; it's a rest until the angel comes to pick it up, and the meeting before the Lord will no longer...

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※#61548;The content of the song is quoted from the Internet - very beautiful, the author is unknown, so I will indicate it here and express my gratitude!!!

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