Piaotian Literature? "Sir, do you need to pray?"
Just as Lorraine got into the church, he suddenly heard a young but very old voice.
This voice sounded more or less weird, as if it were a five- or six-year-old child playing officialdom. The young voice was full of sophistication and sophistication.
Lorraine was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked forward.
A very thin figure of medium stature, with his back facing him, looking up at the cross in front of the church, the tragic Jesus, the light of mercy, and the colorful church windows, projecting a mysterious, ancient and A feeling of ease.
This figure is wearing a priest's robe and should be the priest of this church.
"Hehe, thank you priest, no need, I just came in to escape the wind and rain." Lorraine waved his hand with a smile, and then looked familiar and found a seat to sit down, "I want the **** of fraternity. Will you see me getting in the rain outside?"
"Everything in the world is sinful, sir, are you sure you don't need to pray or confess?" The priest still didn't turn around, still looking up at **** on the huge cross motionlessly, slowly using his young but old voice The way.
Lorraine smiled, and suddenly became interested in what the priest said.
"Oh? Everything in the world is guilty? Father, if this is the case, if all the gamblers in Omen come to pray, wouldn't God be so busy?"
"God is a **** and cannot die."
"Then why don't everyone confess to each other? Must confess to God? Trust me, no one will not be jealous of an immortal existence."
"This is also the key to God's difference from all creatures, because he is the existence of true fraternity."
"He is fraternity because he will not die. But people will die. Everyone is working hard to survive. If you are not paying attention, you will fail, if you are not careful, you will die. Therefore, everyone has no time for fraternity. An immortal existence, fraternity, may be the only thing he can do, maybe this is his only spiritual sustenance. Therefore, it is not that people need to pray and repent, but God needs to listen to prayer. People like to pay for their sins Looking for an excuse, and God is just a lonely God."
"..." Hearing this, the priest who looked very thin and even a little old hesitated a little. I don't know if Lorraine heard it wrong, the priest seemed to smile playfully, "Sir, how do you call it?"
"Everything in the world is guilty. You can call me a sinner. In fact, I am guilty. It's just that I am not going to repent now, because the true meaning of repentance is to correct. But I chose a certain path, so it is impossible to correct. , Correction, will send me to see God in advance. Repentance can only relieve the guilt in my heart, treat the symptoms and not the root cause, it is useless. I think, when I really want to repent, God will not accept my confession. . Rather than seeing God in advance, I want to live longer and go to **** later."
Lorraine's words completely aroused the priest's interest.
The thin priest finally turned around and turned to look at Lorraine. He squinted his eyes for a long time. There was no trace of expression on his face, but his narrow squinted eyes seemed to show just right. All his emotions.
Of course, this emotion was only fleeting, hidden in his seemingly calm eyes.
This is a weirdo.
This was Lorraine's first feeling with this priest.
Under the priest's looking old temperament, he turned out to be a very young man, with a fair face, blue eyeballs, and white skin. Some were slightly sick, probably because he was too thin. There is also a very important point, this guy is not a Chinese, but a European and American. Depending on age, at most I was two or three years older than Lorraine.
"Father, you are younger than I thought."
"Mr. Sinner, you are younger than I thought."
Lorraine chuckled and shook his head. He looked back at the outside of the church. It was still stormy and roaring. It seems that I need to hide in the church for a while. But this also seems to be a good choice, this priest looks very interesting.
He didn't understand, how could such a young man have such an old look?
"Huh, such a storm, I guess I have to stay here till night." Lorraine shrugged helplessly, "but this seems quite interesting. A sudden storm made me enter a church that I have never been in. This It’s really like an arrangement from heaven."
"Mr. Sinner, you don't actually need to wait so long." The young priest walked slowly behind Lorraine, squinted his eyes for a while to see the violent storm outside, and then walked deep at the door. Take a deep breath, "According to my observation, this typhoon should leave Omen within two hours."
"Oh? Why do you see?"
"Based on wind speed, wind direction, and air humidity."
"Hehe, but Mr. Father, your behavior just now seems to be judged by sight and smell. If your judgment is accurate, aren't you a mobile weather observer?"
"No, weather observers have errors. Even the most sophisticated and sophisticated weather observers in the world have an error rate of 93.7%. My personal observations and inferences, The accuracy rate can reach 98.5%. However, according to practice, I have made thousands of weather forecasts and no error has occurred. In other words, in theory, I have errors, but in practice, I am accurate. ."
These words, from the mouth of a priest, really seemed a bit strange.
Lorraine smiled playfully: "Since the priest is so talented, why not go to MIT for a combination of undergraduate, master and doctoral studies in the Department of Meteorology?"
After pondering for a while, the priest seemed to have thought of something, his eyes introverted and a strange look slowly said: "Actually, I am already a PhD from MIT.-However, I am studying mathematical engineering at MIT. ."
Upon hearing this, Lorraine paused for a while, then changed his mind and smiled.
Obviously, Lorraine thought the priest was joking, but...
With a smile, Lorraine's expression fell into a slight hesitation. He looked at the priest's serious look, but it didn't seem to be a joke.
At this time, Lorraine didn't know how to continue the stubbornness. He cleared his throat with cough and cough. He casually said: "You are already a doctor at such a young age, then you are a genius, priest."
"genius?"
For some reason, when Lorraine uttered this word, the priest frowned slightly, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes: "I hate this name."
"Hate this title?" Lorraine became more and more interested. "This is the first time I heard. Everyone wants to be a genius, right?"
"Yes, indeed, everyone wants to be a genius. But if you grew up in a study on the'genius development plan', you might not say that. I got a PhD in physics when I was 23 After the degree, I was completely fed up with this so-called "genius" life. There is no childhood, no youth, no youth, no everything, only a cold computer and a stack of test papers enough to bury you alive ."
"A genius to develop a plan?" Lorraine was taken aback when he heard this, and intuitively told him that this priest was not talking nonsense.
"..." The priest ignored Lorraine, but slowly turned around, raised his head, and looked at the cross of the church.
"..." Lorraine was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked, "If...Father, what you say is true. Then why did you choose to be a priest? As far as I know, a scientist, None of them believe in religion."
"This is not a contradiction." The priest didn't seem to be silent for too long. Hearing Lorraine's question, he changed his mind and said slowly, "Newton discovered gravity, but then he believed in God. Da Vinci was an astrophysicist. , But it can draw an extremely vivid "Last Supper." So, I am a scientist, but I can still believe in God."
"Father, you are a wise man." Lorraine suddenly said very seriously.
"Wise man? But sometimes, you feel that wisdom can destroy a person spiritually."
"Why do you say that?"
"From the day I walked into the church, I kept praying, praying to make me forget the bad memories of the first half of my life. But no matter how I pray, I can't erase those memories. Because I was seven years old. At that time, the hippocampus in my head was developed and active by the so-called genius plan.” After that, the priest gently pointed to his head. In his head, there was a section called the hippocampus. The brain organ is responsible for human memory. "Look, is this ironic? Everyone wants to have the ability to remember, but I want to lose this terrible ability."
"So...Father, do you have an unforgettable ability?" Lorraine was taken aback for a while, and asked subconsciously.
Never forget?
Hearing this, the priest felt sad again.
Yes, he never forgets, he does possess this "special ability" that makes people envy and hate. However, this is not born, but acquired through training. He will never forget how the hateful person back then tested his retinal response speed to the neurotransmission time of his hippocampus for several years, day after day, and passed all kinds of Means to carry out psychological repetitive hypnosis and suggestive correction "surgery". The kind of life that gave up his freedom for the sake of the word "genius" made him feel painful.
Personal freedom is not the most terrifying.
The most terrifying thing is the freedom of the soul, being restrained. ~