Awakening

Two hundred kilometers from Boston, there is a small fishing village called Norman. The total population of the entire fishing village is only 300 people. Small fishing villages of this size are everywhere in Boston.

In the east of the fishing village near the sea, there is a Catholic church of a small size. This church has been in existence for more than twenty years. At the beginning, the size of the church was very small, and only 30 people could be seated at the same time. Even so, it is the only church in the vicinity of a few hundred kilometers. For this reason, those who lived in the vicinity of sincere religious churches launched a large-scale donation activity more than a decade ago, which expanded the church a lot, which formed the scale of today.

The church is very quiet most of the time on weekdays. Only on Sundays, those believers will drive or take a bus to the church to pray. In addition, when it comes to important events such as Thanksgiving or Christmas, it will become very lively.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, a young man with earrings in his left ear pushed the back door of the church.

After walking in, the young man went straight to the second floor and then walked to the room where the priest was resting.

After the young people knocked on the door, there was a voice from Father Marshall. "Is Robin?"

"Yes, priest." The youth slammed the door open.

“Is there anything?” Father Marshall, in his fifties, asked Robin.

"Father, have you forgotten? Didn't you ask me to buy some anti-inflammatory drugs and gauze back yesterday? This is what you want." Robin put a bag of things on the table.

"I almost forgot, thank you. How much?"

"Forget it, anyway, this thing can't be used much." Robin said it.

"No, now you move out and live alone, and there are a lot of places to use the money." Father Marshall handed a few notes.

Robin didn't insist on it, took over the money, and said: "Don't be ignorant of me, the priest, you really don't have to be so good for the stowaway. I advise you to hand him over to the local police."

"I can't do this. You should see that he is hurt all over the body. If he is handed over to the police, they will immediately repatriate him. But the problem is that he doesn't even know who he is." Father Marshall is right. Road.

"Father, do you really believe that he is suffering from amnesia? If the stowaway can stay in the United States, they can do anything. So the priest, you should listen to my advice and give him to the police." The guest waved his hand and said.

"No, I believe him. From his eyes, I can see that he did not lie to me."

"Oh, I really regret that I was here from the beach. I knew I should send him directly to the police station." Robin said a little helplessly.

"You have always been a kind child. Even if it is a comeback, I believe that you will not see death." Father Marshall smiled and said.

Robin was a bit speechless, but he didn't want to inform the police. There are also several people who sneak into the United States to work near the place where he lives. Although they usually work very hard and have little money, almost everyone spends tens of thousands of dollars to sneak up. If it is caught by the police and sent back to the country, it will be abandoned. Based on this unclear sympathy, he did not send the person to the police station.

"Right, is Mary Sister and Gill Sister recently?" Robin asked.

Although he had a look of no expression, when he talked about the name of Sister Jill, Father Marshall still saw a look of concern on his face.

"They are doing very well. Sister Jill is very concerned about you, and sometimes asks me about your situation. You should go see her." Father Marshall said.

"Where is she now?" Robin asked, thinking.

"She is taking care of him in that person's room."

"What? How can this be." Robin cried.

Father Marshall was also young and naturally knew what he was worried about. He smiled and said: "Do not worry, he is not the kind of person you imagine. If you really don't feel relieved, you can go and see them."

"In fact, there is nothing to worry about. But I haven't met with Jessie for so long. I am going to see her now." After that, Robin hurriedly stood up and prepared to go out.

"Robin, please help me to bring these medicines and gauze to Sister Jill." Father Marshall called him and handed him the bag on the table.

"I know." Robin was in a hurry and took it out immediately after taking it.

Looking at the back of Robin's hastily escaping, Father Marshall could not help but sigh.

Robin was an orphan, and when he was very young, Father Marshall took him as a adopted child. He has lived in this church for 15 years. For so many years, Father Marshall looked and grew up slowly, and the joy of being a father was beyond words. Although he has the heart to let Robin inherit his career, become a priest to work for the Lord. But knowing that he, like other young people, is more eager to the outside world, so Father Marshall did not force him.

Although he did not want to be a priest, he lived in a clean and quiet church since he was a child, so he was not as addicted to tobacco, alcohol, drugs or fun as other young people. This is the place that is most gratifying to Father Marshall.

But three years ago, when the nuns of Jill were assigned to work in this church, Robin began to change. He became decadent, often staying up late at night, and his body was full of the smell of smoke and wine. Later, Robin finally left the church and moved to live outside.

Father Marshall knew that he would become like this because he liked Sister Jill. But this is a feeling of no result. He knows more than anyone else the loyalty of the nuns to the Lord.

Robin walked to the room at the end of the second floor, the room where the person lives now.

When he walked to the door of the room, he just wanted to knock on the door and suddenly heard someone talking. He immediately stopped the hand to knock on the door.

"Cogg, why are you so stubborn? The Bible is the language of God, how can you say something." Robin heard that Sister Jill said with a slight blame but in the same soft tone as usual.

"Although I don't remember anything, I feel that I should believe that there is indeed a mysterious existence in the world that can dominate the world and the destiny of each individual. But is it really exactly the same as described in the Bible?" The man named Cog. Because he didn't remember anything, the priest helped him to take the name "Kog", meaning that he forgot.

"But it does not prove that the teachings on the Bible are wrong. The above teachings are all about making people can reduce crime." Sister Jill continued.

"If you strictly follow the teachings of the Bible, then everyone in the world will sin all the time, chatting with friends and making a sin of chatting, spending energy to prepare delicious meals and committing sinful sins, thinking that others are fools and accused. Sin, even if it is not good in rainy days, it is also a sin. Let me give you another example. The 'not * in the Ten Commandments in the Bible. According to the doctrine, this ring is not only a woman who is not married or not his wife. There is a relationship, and even if you think about it, you can't do it. It's a sin. Isn't these dogmas too harsh? It doesn't quite match the name of God's kindness. The Bible also says that the human body is weak and easy. Being tempted by the devil, we need to strengthen our own mind. But a normal man sees a beautiful woman wearing **** is inevitably imaginary, this is a normal physiological phenomenon, or should be said to be an animal instinct. Just like in the United States So many men like to buy an adult magazine like 'Playboy' to see. I wonder, how do I know 'Playboy? "The kind of thing?" Speaking of the last sentence, the man named Cog suddenly asked himself strangely.

"That's because you were originally a pervert." Robin couldn't help it anymore, pushing the door open and staring at the man lying in bed.

"It turned out to be Robin. When did you come?" said Sister Jill.

"Sister Jill, good evening." Robin said hello to the untrained young trainee nun in front of him.

"You do not know this person, dare what the Lord's mercy in this alone make. If not, see if you have injured, I would severely hit you." Robin has turned on The man on the bed shouted loudly.

The man on the bed glanced at him and said, "In the Middle Ages, there were not a few people who were burned or killed because of religious problems. These are not God's wills, but some people at the time took the name of God. The means to use it. I am not a clergyman. Is there any doubt about the doctrine?"

"You bastard!"

"You don't want to mess around, the wounds on his body are still not good." Seeing that Robin wanted to start, Sister Jill quickly pulled him.

"Please let me go, Sister Jill, I have to give a good lesson to this arrogant guy." Robin said loudly.

"Robin, you can't do this. Is it a matter for a person who believes in God to do something to a wounded person?" Sister Jill said very seriously.

Seeing her expression, Robin didn't move any more. After a while he said, "I'm sorry, Jr. Sister. I am too impulsive."

"Robin, you have to restrain your emotions." Sister Jill loosened his hand.

"This is the medicine and gauze that the priest told me to give you." Robin handed the things on her hand to her.

"Thank you. Today, the gauze has just been used up, but fortunately you took it in time." Sister Jill said with a smile.

Looking at her warm and moving smile, Robin couldn't help but lose sight of it.

"Sister Jill, are these medicines and gauze used for me?" The man named Cog suddenly asked.

"Yes," Sister Jill replied.

Cog turned to Robin and said, "Although I am different from your point of view, I still thank you for sending these things. Thank you."

Robin couldn’t think that he would thank him, and he didn’t know what to say.

Sister Jill went to Cog’s bed and said, “Since gauze is coming, I will help you change it now.”

"Jie, the nun, I will help him change it. After all, he is a man." Before he spoke, Robin said quickly. It’s not that he is kind, just don’t want to let Sister Jill come into contact with this guy’s body.

"That's good, let you come. But you have to be careful, his wounds will not heal until long, if it is too hard, it will split again." Sister Jill thought for a moment.

"I know." Robin glanced at the guy and walked to his bed.

When untied the old gauze, Robin felt that he couldn't help but take a deep breath. Although he saw the wound on his body when he rescued the guy on the beach, now he can see that the horrible wound is almost covered with all over the body. He really can't imagine how this person survived. But the strangest thing is that when he saw him on the beach, his wounds did not bleed, or Robin had already told the police to call the ambulance instead of bringing him back to the church.

Although most of the wounds have been scarred, there are still several large wounds that do not completely heal, and the gauze on those sides is tightly attached to it. If you want to change the gauze, you must pull it hard. But if you pull it, the skin on the wound will be pulled down. Finally, Robin still squatted and pulled the whole gauze down. Then, give him a new gauze after applying the medicine.

Looking at the guy who had a cold sweat but died and refused to call it, Robin couldn’t help but admire it.

"Jilnie Sister, I will come over and help him change gauze every day." Looking at the pale-faced Sister Jill, who knew that she was most afraid of this **** scene, Robin said very sadly.

“Is it true?” said Jess, a pleasantly surprised woman.

"Yes."

"Thank you so much, Robin. Hey, sorry, I am dying." Sister Jill couldn't help but cheer, but soon found that her performance was in disrepair, and immediately stopped and said.

Rarely to see her so happy, Robin smiled on his face.