Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?
Chapter 1591 You Are My Faith
Chapter 1591 You Are My Faith (3)
"You look, like this painting?"
An old voice sounded, and someone came to his side.
It was the wheelchair that stopped the sound.
The little boy in the hat suddenly lowered his head in a panic.
Facing the approach of strangers, he shrank to the side, seeming a little scared.
He remained silent, appearing wary of him.
The old man was dressed in a neat suit and had gray hair. He looked to be in his 90s or [-]s.
He was sitting in a wheelchair and looking at the picture too.
The picture of God's gift is the largest portrait in the exhibition hall, occupying almost the entire wall.
It is located in the center of the exhibition hall, so that everyone who comes to visit can notice this picture at the first time.
The old man's face was very old, as if he had gone through vicissitudes.
But in the cloudy eyes, there is still awe of God and endless piety.
He is also a believer in God and believes in God.
Looking at the lifelike image, he asked, "Son, do you believe...is there a God in this world?"
The little boy in the hat didn't speak.
Obviously very timid, wanting to stand far away.
But for some reason, he still stayed in front of the huge portrait.
refuse to leave.
Looking at that portrait from time to time, it seems...
really like.
The old man's gaze shifted to him.
For such a timid boy, he seemed very kind.
"Don't be afraid, child, I'm not a bad person."
"Do you also like this painting?"
"..." The little boy with his head bowed, tangling his clothes, didn't speak.
On the extremely beautiful face, the soft and tender lips were slightly pursed.
Those extraordinarily clean light golden eyes stared quietly at the ground.
Like a little afraid of him.
The old man chuckled, even though he didn't speak all the time, for some reason, he always felt that he was very kind.
You can't help but want to get close to him.
The old man said: "You like this painting so much, why don't you... Grandpa tell you a story?"
"It's about God and the Angel Chesia. Few people know this story. It's grandpa's grandpa's grandpa. It's been passed down from generation to generation. Do you want to hear it?"
The little boy with his head down, his soft and long eyelashes trembled.
The movement of tangling the corner of his clothes also stopped for a while.
After hesitating for a long time, he was like a gentle and timid little white rabbit, carefully sneaking a glance at the old man.
seem……
Intrigued by the Chessian Angel thing.
The old man smiled kindly, looked up again, and looked at the huge portrait.
slowly remembering...
That distant and ancient story.
"It is said that God loves Cecia very much. Every day and night, no matter where she goes, he will hold her in his arms and give her the safest shelter."
"And Checia, relying on God's favor, acted recklessly in heaven without any scruples."
"One day, God was meditating and thinking about the order of the world, but the Angel Chesia felt bored."
"So, on a whim, she pestered God and proposed to play a game with him."
"This game is..."
The old man was halfway through his words, as if deliberately whetting his appetite, he paused for a while.
"..." The snow-white and beautiful young man slowly raised his head before he could hear a sound.
Those two clean and soft eyeballs, like pale golden broken light, looked straight at him.
Under the cover of the hat, no one noticed - there was a very shallow mark on his white and tender ears.
It's like... being bitten by a demon.
(End of this chapter)
"You look, like this painting?"
An old voice sounded, and someone came to his side.
It was the wheelchair that stopped the sound.
The little boy in the hat suddenly lowered his head in a panic.
Facing the approach of strangers, he shrank to the side, seeming a little scared.
He remained silent, appearing wary of him.
The old man was dressed in a neat suit and had gray hair. He looked to be in his 90s or [-]s.
He was sitting in a wheelchair and looking at the picture too.
The picture of God's gift is the largest portrait in the exhibition hall, occupying almost the entire wall.
It is located in the center of the exhibition hall, so that everyone who comes to visit can notice this picture at the first time.
The old man's face was very old, as if he had gone through vicissitudes.
But in the cloudy eyes, there is still awe of God and endless piety.
He is also a believer in God and believes in God.
Looking at the lifelike image, he asked, "Son, do you believe...is there a God in this world?"
The little boy in the hat didn't speak.
Obviously very timid, wanting to stand far away.
But for some reason, he still stayed in front of the huge portrait.
refuse to leave.
Looking at that portrait from time to time, it seems...
really like.
The old man's gaze shifted to him.
For such a timid boy, he seemed very kind.
"Don't be afraid, child, I'm not a bad person."
"Do you also like this painting?"
"..." The little boy with his head bowed, tangling his clothes, didn't speak.
On the extremely beautiful face, the soft and tender lips were slightly pursed.
Those extraordinarily clean light golden eyes stared quietly at the ground.
Like a little afraid of him.
The old man chuckled, even though he didn't speak all the time, for some reason, he always felt that he was very kind.
You can't help but want to get close to him.
The old man said: "You like this painting so much, why don't you... Grandpa tell you a story?"
"It's about God and the Angel Chesia. Few people know this story. It's grandpa's grandpa's grandpa. It's been passed down from generation to generation. Do you want to hear it?"
The little boy with his head down, his soft and long eyelashes trembled.
The movement of tangling the corner of his clothes also stopped for a while.
After hesitating for a long time, he was like a gentle and timid little white rabbit, carefully sneaking a glance at the old man.
seem……
Intrigued by the Chessian Angel thing.
The old man smiled kindly, looked up again, and looked at the huge portrait.
slowly remembering...
That distant and ancient story.
"It is said that God loves Cecia very much. Every day and night, no matter where she goes, he will hold her in his arms and give her the safest shelter."
"And Checia, relying on God's favor, acted recklessly in heaven without any scruples."
"One day, God was meditating and thinking about the order of the world, but the Angel Chesia felt bored."
"So, on a whim, she pestered God and proposed to play a game with him."
"This game is..."
The old man was halfway through his words, as if deliberately whetting his appetite, he paused for a while.
"..." The snow-white and beautiful young man slowly raised his head before he could hear a sound.
Those two clean and soft eyeballs, like pale golden broken light, looked straight at him.
Under the cover of the hat, no one noticed - there was a very shallow mark on his white and tender ears.
It's like... being bitten by a demon.
(End of this chapter)
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