Chapter 68: Can’t Lin Ge learn to be a good person?
Ringer starts his story with a fact that everyone knows.
"Every resident of the Holy Cross and White City neighborhoods should remember the afternoon when Mr. Yang Ke came to Linville. The social welfare system at that time was not yet perfect, so the living conditions were much worse than now: for half a piece of black
Searching for hours in dirty sewers for bread, getting into fights and even killing people over a quarter of a penny...these things that you can't even imagine have actually happened."
"Although it's not much better now, overall, the past was always worse than the present."
"It was at this time that Mr. Yangke took me and Metien to this city, and after witnessing the indifference of passers-by to the bodies of beggars on the roadside, he made the decision that this was the end of the journey.
, we will have a new home here, and will take on an arduous mission, which is to spread the gospel of the goddess in the world and reawaken the warmth in people's hearts."
"Meteen and I are still young and don't quite understand what he means. We are just happy that we finally have a home."
"So, No. 13 Songshi Street, before becoming Tianxin Church, was first our home."
When Ringer said this, his vision was a little dazed, and he didn't know what he remembered. But this was only a brief distraction. He quickly came back to his senses and continued to tell Alice the story of the past.
"After the Tianxin Church was established, there was not even a single believer. This is normal, because faith is something that only living people can possess, and the residents of these two blocks are all 'living people'. They don't want to
Talk about faith unless it's worth a loaf of bread."
"Meteen and I were very disappointed, thinking that Mr. Yanke's wish could not come true, but at this time he told us that gaining comfort is faith. If we want everyone to be devout to the belief in the goddess, we must first give
They can only comfort you. If your soul is comforted, you will naturally have a place to belong to."
"The comfort Mr. Yang Ke talks about is not the psychological comfort and self-satisfaction advocated by other churches, but something more practical, material comfort. In other words, comfort that helps them survive."
"So, the rule of distributing bread and milk during the seven-day ceremony came into being. On the first Sunday after Mr. Yang Ke announced this, it was the first time I saw so many people in Tianxin Church. Although everyone
They came for bread and milk, and no one even raised their heads to look at the statue of the goddess."
Just like those homeless people who failed to get a spot and left in despair, in His eyes and under your gaze, there is an empty heart with nothing in it.
The only difference is that Ringer will watch those people leave and never hold them back, while Mr. Yang Ke will always patiently and tirelessly tell everyone the teachings of the goddess over and over again, telling everyone about His feat of creating the world in seven days.
It is said that we are all children of the goddess, so we should love each other and tolerate each other...etc. are worthless.
Not only talk about it, but also practice it.
Send winter clothes to the homeless, food to the beggars, and open a chapel for the homeless to rest. Then, mediate family conflicts for the quarreling couple, reward candies for the children who study hard, and give candies to the children who feel happy.
Provide advice to the confused unemployed; then, organize voluntary cleaning of dirty streets, raise donations for neighbors who are seriously ill and difficult to recover, award prizes to the winners of community competitions, and send comfort to the losers...
People gradually got used to Mr. Yang Ke entering their lives and even becoming a part of their lives. Sometimes, even if they could no longer get the bread and milk distributed during the seven-day ceremony, they would still come to Tianxin Church, perhaps just to pass the time.
Time, maybe they wanted to chat with Mr. Yang Ke about daily life... But no matter what, at that time, their shadows finally appeared in the eyes of the goddess, and they occasionally raised their heads to take a look at the goddess's face.
Those gentle and loving eyes pity all the sufferings in the world.
Later, when someone asked the residents here whether they believed in gods, they would always say: There is a church of the Goddess of Creation at No. 13 Songshi Street, and the pastor there, Mr. Yang Ke, is a good man... p>
That's right, they don't directly say that they are believers of the goddess, they always answer like this, but often at this time, the person who asks will know: Oh, it turns out that they are believers of the goddess.
Because gaining comfort is faith.
"It's really amazing."
After hearing this, Alice felt sincerely and repeated: "Mr. Yang Ke is a great person."
Ringer nodded slightly: "Yes."
Alice looked at him with strange eyes: "I'm praising your adoptive father."
"So?"
"Shouldn't you be happy?"
"Telling the truth is the most basic quality, and being proud of it is a sign of moral decay."
Inexplicably being blamed for "moral corruption", Alice was indignant. She wanted to take action but was concerned about the current environment. In the end, she just lightly bumped Ringer's shoulder with her head to express her dissatisfaction.
Lin Ge, who was well prepared, blocked it with his fist.
"Oops!"
The golden-haired maid covered her red forehead, squatted down, and cursed: "You are too petty to care about even this, right? Ringer, haven't you learned some tolerance and responsibility from Mr. Yang Ke?" "No." Linge shook his head: "Mr. Yang Ke only asked me to follow him to learn grammar, history and the teachings of the goddess, but he never asked me to learn his character and ways of dealing with people. Perhaps it is because he knows that people and
Human nature is completely different, and I will never learn to be a purely kind and good person like him."
"This statement is too pessimistic." Alice muttered: "I think if you were more confident, you wouldn't have made Tianxin Church what it is now..."
She originally spoke out of emotion, but she realized when she said the words. She seemed to be poking someone's wound, and she suddenly became a little hesitant: "Uh, I, I didn't mean it, don't be angry? If you are really angry, I'll give it to you."
How about you slap your palms and forget about what you just said?"
But Ringer ignored her.
The young man was not angry, but he suddenly lost his mood to speak. Alice panicked because she felt that she was poking someone's wound, but whether she was poking or not, the wound was still there, but sometimes there was a surge of severe pain.
, and sometimes I toss and turn at night, unable to sleep, feeling a dull pain.
He always said that there is no need for you to learn my style, because everyone has his own way of life, and so do you. You are unique in the world, Ringer. Just go the way you should go, just like you originally
It's like walking on it.
……
However, mortals cannot understand the secret of time, and all memories based on the past are weak. So in the end, there is no chance in fate, only unexpected necessity.
A cold stone monument was reflected in his clear eyes, the mottled shadows of trees shuttled across the open space, and the vertical and horizontal branches of the leaf veins seemed to foreshadow the rough journey of life. The young priest quietly looked at the words that almost blended with the sunshine.
The epitaph was all in one piece, and the scene when he met him for the first time appeared in front of his eyes. On the roadside in the rain, he opened an umbrella for himself with a smile. The little girl with pink hair was holding his hand.
She timidly hid behind him at the corner of her clothes. At that time, there was still fear and cowardice in her eyes, but in the end, only warm tears remained.
The sound of the waves was faintly heard in the distance, and the waves crashed against the rocks. The noise crashed into the silence of the forest glade.
Alice quietly raised her head and glanced at Ringer.
"I..."
Amidst the silent noise, the silver-haired young man finally spoke, his voice was very soft and thin, as if he was speaking to himself. Deep in his golden eyes, there were sad memories that could only be touched by the afternoon light: "There is something hidden.