Ringer found Metien at the edge of the city. It was unimaginable that this little girl had such an amazing power hidden in her body, supporting her to cross almost half the city. She just wanted to get away from that unfortunate city.
The unclean building is further away. But will the little girl herself be happy about this? When Ringer saw her, she was huddled alone on a ruins full of rubble, holding her calves in her hands and resting her head.
On my knees, I stared blankly at the endless darkness in the distant universe.
She was so absorbed in watching that she didn't even notice her brother's arrival. It was Lin Ge who coughed lightly before calling her attention back. The little girl blinked her lake-green eyes blankly, and after a while
Slowly turned his head and shouted to his brother: "Linge..."
The young man couldn't help but shuddered. It was the first time he heard his sister call out his name in such a lonely and helpless tone, like a baby bird whose feathers were wet in the heavy rain, instinctively seeking for help from him.
Mother's comfort. Many years ago, the death of Mr. Yang Ke did not take away all the little girl's hope, because she firmly believed that she was still loved in this world, by her gentle brother and by the great and fraternal one.
Mother, these are the two rays of light that support her to live in this cold and gloomy world and still have hope for humanity and the future. She firmly believes in it, or in other words, enjoys it.
However, today, a light went out, and it went out a long time ago.
As the most devout believer of the goddess, she should have noticed it, but the fact is that she knew nothing about it, and she always prayed for more favors and asked for more favors from the goddess who had sacrificed herself for mortals.
Blessing and bestowing more glory, isn't this an act of greed?
The girl felt deeply frightened by this. She uneasily wondered whether she had forgotten the teachings of the goddess at some point and turned into a greedy and selfish mortal - just like those gods in old Eden.
.Although they imitated their creators and claimed to be gods, they failed to fulfill their responsibilities as gods. Instead, they indulged in desires and fights all day long, leading to an irreversible tragedy.
Although Medien was dissatisfied with Tiandis for blaming the self-sacrifice of the Goddess Crown on the fault of mortals, she could not deny that there was an inevitable connection. She was afraid that she was becoming such a person,
He no longer has the qualification to kneel in front of the goddess's icon to pray, and may even... live up to his father's expectations.
Yes, unconsciously, she felt far more guilty towards her father than towards that great goddess. This may be because the girl is just a pious mortal, she has no magic power in her body, and naturally she did not participate in the incident from the beginning.
During the self-sacrificial rebellion under the goddess crown; however, she did personally promise to her father that she would become a goddess believer who upholds justice and kindness, save all pain in the world, and fight against all injustices in the world.
Ringer once felt that this oath was too heavy for a little girl who had no experience in the world. Today, he was even more convinced of his idea, but the reason was no longer Meidian's temperament and experience, but fate.
The vagaries of things.
But facing his sister's helpless gaze, the young man didn't say anything. He just walked to sit next to her. The rubble and sand on the ground were a bit hard, but the ground that Metien chose was fairly flat.
He shouldn't be hit. As for himself, Ringer doesn't care.
Having her brother by her side seemed to bring a rare sense of security to Medien. She withdrew her gaze, leaned slightly, and leaned on Lin Ge's arm. The two of them quietly looked up at the blue sky.
The city is so small under the vast universe, and these brothers and sisters are the two most inconspicuous pebbles in it, just like they were when they were still in Linville City.
Existence is as small as gravel, but emotions are as far-reaching as stars. That is human beings.
"Linge," Metien said suddenly, "Did we do something wrong?"
Lin Ge seemed to have known what she was going to ask, so he shook his head and replied: "Of course not, we didn't do anything, how could we be wrong?"
"But it's precisely because we didn't do anything that we made the mistake, right?"
"So, what would you like to do if you could do it?"
"I want..." Medien pursed her lower lips in silence. They were as thin as the winter snow in Linwell City. She will never forget that her father died in that season of snowflakes:
"Fulfill the promise to my father, save all the pain in this world, and fight against all the injustice in this world."
Only in this way can you not live up to your faith?
"You've already done this." The young man said calmly.
The girl raised her head and looked at her brother in confusion, while Ringer said softly, word for word: "You rebuilt the Tianxin Church on Yunjing Kong Island, and you passed down the only faith of the Goddess Crown in this world.
, you have never forgotten His teachings to mortals. So I think, even if my father is standing here right now, I can never say that you have broken your promise to him. There are differences between mortals, Metien
."
There are those who break their promises for a dream, like St. Thumi, and there are those who stick to their promises for an emotion, like Medien. If you can't distinguish between the two, it's just like Tiantis,
I just made the mistake of being stubborn and prejudiced.
"But, you were once very opposed to me reopening Tianxin Church, Lin Ge."
There was a lot of confusion in Metien's tone. For her, her brother's attitude is also an important part of life and emotions: "Don't you feel that I have neither understood the teachings of the goddess, nor fulfilled my promise to my father? I just
Are you doing this to satisfy your own vanity and sense of dignity?"
"I have never thought so." Ringer shook his head and said: "I'm just worried that you are not mature enough and are prone to put in too much effort and effort for the sake of impulse. When you finally reap the results, once it is not as expected, you will only be disappointed.
It will be even worse. Just like today in the control center, you interrupted Tiandis many times and showed your hostility unabashedly. I will not comment on the right or wrong of this approach, but at that time, what were you?
Do you know what you are doing, or are you just acting on impulse, Metien?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The little pink-haired girl lowered her head silently. She does not feel that what she did then was wrong, but maybe as her brother said, it was based on impulse.
It is not a righteous refutation after examining one's own beliefs and heart. The nature of the two is different.
"However," Ringer continued: "You have learned to reflect today - this is an emotion that every qualified pastor must learn. Yes, I call it emotion, not a skill. Do you think the pastor is
Listen to other people’s wishes or confessions, and then offer comfort or forgiveness in the name of God, so that all believers, whether living or not, can invoke God’s grace?”
Metien nodded blankly, she had indeed thought so before.
"No."
Linge said: "Among mortals, no one can ever become a messenger of God and act on behalf of God. Pastors are just a group of believers who are best at reflecting on themselves and guiding others to reflect. Father's good deeds make others willing to do the same.
Doing good deeds, you once thought it was like a candle, warming others in the dark night; but I thought it was a mirror, reflecting various scenes of people. It is precisely because of seeing the appearance of one's own deviation in the mirror that people are willing to reflect on their thoughts and actions.
What he does."
The priest is not a candle, but a mirror.
Although the dim light of a candle can illuminate others, but if you only blindly follow the light, can you be considered a true believer? Once a person like this loses the guidance of others and cannot shine himself, I am afraid he will soon be lost.
In the dark.
In the past, Medien wanted to be a candle, burning herself to illuminate others, but what did she leave behind after the candle burned out?
Metien was puzzled at first, then thoughtfully, and finally she nodded her head gently and said, "I seem to understand a little bit, Ringer."
The elder brother stretched out his hand and stroked her short pink hair. The touch was as soft and smooth as primrose petals: "You will have a lot of time to practice this principle in the future, and then you will become... as great as Mr. Yang Ke
Pastor. His spirit in heaven will always be watching you and guiding you."
Metien raised his head, stared at his brother quietly for a while, and suddenly asked: "Linge, you have always understood this truth. You have always been my father's most valued heir, and you have always, always, always been there."
Work hard for his career. So I still think that you are more suitable to be the pastor of Tianxin Church than me!"
"That's not the case, Metien."
"Why not?"
"Because you can't give up anymore."
"Why can't I give up?"
"Because you have always persisted." Lin Ge withdrew his hand from his sister's little head, and a low voice sounded in her ears: "Those who persist should not give up. If you give up here, go over there.
All your persistence will be in vain, and this is unacceptable, Metien."
The girl opened her mouth. She wanted to say that she only had a few months to rebuild the Tianxin Church. This time she could not persist at all compared to her brother, let alone her father. But she opened and closed her lips, but still slowly
Closed, because the girl vaguely realized that the "past" her brother mentioned did not refer to the period when she rebuilt Tianxin Church, but even longer before she followed her father to Linwell City.
The vague memory of her time in the orphanage in Lundwithin City was so long that even the collective memory of the huge human species cannot be traced back.
After all, whose memory is this?
"It's very late, Metien." Linge suddenly said, interrupting his sister's thinking: "It's time for you to go back for dinner. The landlady has prepared sumptuous dishes at the Fairy Sleep Inn. Miss Livia is also very worried.
You, remember to apologize to her when you go back. If you are tired, do you need me to carry you back?"
"ah."
Metien was stunned for a moment. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had experienced the feeling of lying on her brother's back. The most recent time that she could still trace back to her memory seemed to be at her father's funeral. When she was a member of the death prayer service,
When the priest solemnly read out the motto in "A Letter to the Dead", her father's coffin was buried. She watched this scene, but strangely she didn't cry, she just stood there in a daze. When she came back to her senses, she
He found himself lying on his brother's back, walking step by step towards the empty Tianxin Church.
Although his brother's back was very warm at that time, like a flame in the snowy moon, in the final analysis, it was not a good memory, so after regaining consciousness, Medien shook his head without thinking and rejected the proposal: "
No, no need, Linger, I can go back by myself. In comparison, you have more important things to do, right?"
"When I came here, I saw that no one seemed to have gone back." Metien blinked and looked at his brother in a blink of an eye: "Linge, you must have come to find them. We have already found a few of them.
?”
Lin Ge was no longer surprised by her sister's keenness. She said truthfully: "Almost everything is found, only Saint Xalia is left, and..."
He paused for a moment, then said the last name in a somewhat complicated tone: "Alice."
"Sister Xiaoxia and sister Alice." Medien was also quite emotional. These two people have extraordinary significance to her and her brother. After all, one is the beginning of the journey, and the other is unusual.
The beginning of life. If Alice did not suddenly break into their lives, if Saint Xalia did not suddenly appear in front of them, perhaps the brother and sister would still be living in that sad city full of haze and tears.
Living in the legacy their father left for them.
But do you want to say that Metien has regrets? Definitely not. On the contrary, she feels that she is very lucky.
"Linge, you must bring Sister Xiaoxia and Sister Alice back!" She clenched her fists and made an encouraging gesture for her brother: "Everyone and I will wait for you to come back at the hotel! Today's dinner must be
It’s going to be lively!”
Her tone was quite expectant, and it seemed that her mood had improved after some comfort from her brother.
"I will try my best." Linge asked: "But I need you to provide some clues. Do you know where Saint Xalia is?"
"Eh?"
The pink-haired little girl tilted her head. After a while, a blush appeared on her face, and her tone was shy: "I, I was a little anxious at the time, so I didn't, I didn't pay much attention to it..."
Huh?
Ringer frowned, but not because his sister didn't provide any clues, but because this was inconsistent with Alice's sworn theory of the game: If Medien didn't tell him where Saint Shalia was, wouldn't the mission be interrupted?
?
Probably not...
Hmm.
Gradually, the expression on Ringer's face changed from doubt to thinking. He thought to himself: Maybe, he actually knew where Saint Xalia would be.