The Missionary of the Second Dimension

Perhaps because of long-term malnutrition, the girl's development has fallen into a state of retardation, her figure is slender, and her face is pale caused by the lack of various vitamins.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, I won't get any serious illness.

At least that's what Janet herself thought.

"Don't run around after eating, and don't cause trouble for the priest."

The gentle voice of my mother came from inside the house.

"Understood, I'll be back before lunch!"

The girl named Janet responded loudly, without the slightest restraint of a girl, and ran towards the nearby forest with light steps.

Days like this have been going on for a long time.

It started when the old priest started to settle here.

When my sister became a nun, she told her family the prayer scriptures and some interesting stories she heard from the priest after she came back.

Janet, who was in adolescence, had a strong curiosity about it.

Because these can be regarded as the only interesting things in this small village.

It's a pity that the priest no longer accepts nuns like her.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be running back and forth five or six times a day like this.

After running for about five or six minutes, a small chapel with an area of ​​no more than [-] square meters appeared in front of the girl.

The anticipation and excitement in my heart are heavy.

The girl speeded up and ran into the church out of breath, then impatiently raised her hand and knocked on the closed small wooden bed a few times.

Quite hasty.

"Who's outside?"

When the old priest opened the wooden window, he didn't (bgfg) see anyone.

"it's me!"

It wasn't until Janet moved a bench to stand on it that the old priest discovered her.

"It's you, Janet, what's the matter?"

After seeing the face of the visitor clearly, the old priest let out a helpless sigh.

"I'm here to confess!"

Janet stood on the bench and looked at the old priest with an excited expression, not caring about the old priest's current emotional state at all.

"Although I'm very happy to see you, didn't you just come to confess yesterday? You should know that usually a person only needs to confess once a week."

The old priest taught earnestly that he likes the simple villagers and children here very much, but the key to being able to confess five or six times a day and come running after every meal is to talk about trivial things, even if he , also very helpless.

"But I need to confess again!" Janet was completely unmoved.

"Okay, so what are you going to confess today?" The old priest sighed again.

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed about God."

"Dreaming about God is a good thing, what is there to confess?"

"I don't know if that's God."

"What about the specifics?"

"But I want to ask his forgiveness for my sins, and here I can hear him, most of the time, so I want to talk to him too."

Janet woke up early in the morning, and the first thing after eating was for last night's dream.

Last night, she dreamed that she saw a man, a man who was surrounded by light.

"Then... what does he look like?" asked the old priest.

Janet hesitated for a while: "It's very beautiful, and he also told me to be a good person, help others, and take care of yourself at the same time. Did he come from heaven?"

"Look, he's right, whether he's from heaven or not, and that's good advice, you just have to follow it."

The old priest smiled kindly, and after saying a short prayer to the girl, he closed the wooden window.

After getting her own satisfactory answer, Janet immediately rushed out of the church, laughter spread all the way, and sooner or later the flock of sheep on the grassland was driven by cheerful girls.

Janet shared her feelings with her family, and then ran out again, leaving her footsteps in the jungle and creek, even if her clothes were stained, she didn't care.

After that, she lay down on a clean grass.

Blue eyes looked up to the sky.

Gradually, fatigue struck, and the girl fell into a deep sleep again. .

Chapter 6 Accidents during the crossing

Janet had a dream.

Unreal, but it feels real.

The sea, the endless ocean, the sea bathed in hope, the waves jump like naughty children, and the surface of the water is a layer of golden light.