v2 Chapter 9： -First play

"I asked him if he liked anyone, like Dad like mom.

"The little witch blinked mischievously, her hands hanging on the man's strong shoulders and her tongue stuck out.

"That's a good question, how did he answer it?" Albert seemed indifferent. He didn't have a wife, so there was no such thing as "daddy likes mother like". He just needed a child, nothing more. That's it.

As for Annie's biological mother, he didn't want to know, nor did he need to let little Annie know.

"He said no.

"Then you asked him again?" "Annie's answer doesn't surprise Albert. This is the answer he imagined, and it is true.

"Then I asked what kind of person he liked, Dad, and his answer was stupid.

"Little Annie wrinkled her little nose and spoke in Tang Feng's tone." Australia, as long as the appearance is pleasing to the eye, I look forward to him. She is a kind person with a positive heart and a love of life. , And I have similar values.

"She actually memorized it without a word leak. A young age with Tang Feng's mature tone has a comedic effect.

"Good people, love life ... Albert sneered from the back of his throat." Oh, really a stupid man. What a beautiful thought, I can't help worrying about you, you Will you end up falling in love with someone you shouldn't love like Esmeralda? "......... No one would expect that a four-and-a-half-year-old child would lie, because the vast majority of people in this world always live with friendship.

Just as in this small monastery on a beautiful seaside in Ireland, no one would doubt a monk from the East, because his hand is sticking to the ashes of an old priest who had gone out of the monastery decades ago. He is so dusty. f Shangfu was full of bumps, and he never even spoke a word. This was considered by many to be a monk named Tang.

Don came to this strange and remote land on a rainy night.

Rumble-A thunder struck through the dark sky, and the man who hid himself in the black monk suit held a dead branch in his hand, and every step his shoes fell into the black mud, there was At that time, I felt that my legs were sucked into the mud. Who was pulling him under the ground? Is it the devil from hell? He didn't know, he was just a little flustered, and then felt cold and uncomfortable hunger.

The heavy raindrops of Dou fell from the air, and his merciless stubble was on his hat and fan. The black monk clothes had been completely wet with rain. Fortunately, the clothes were black. Afraid to have been stained gray by sludge.

It has been raining for four or five days in a row, and he has been rushing for four or five days in the rain.

He can't go back anymore, all he can do is keep walking forward, walking forward ... he gathered up his thin clothes and wrapped the old priest's ashes with a cloth around his belly, so that he could more Protect it well to avoid bumping into other hard things.

Starting on this strange land, Tang relied on writing to express his meaning, what he wanted, where he was going, and where the road was going.

Some kind people gave him food and water. They also praised him as a kind and strong monk because he dedicated his life to God. They thought that Tang didn't speak because Tang was determined to be a bitter monk, and this The monk came from the far east.

Oh my god, he's gone so many ways, just following God's guidance and steps.

Tang did not refute, how lucky he was at this moment that he could not speak, that he did not lose the function of discourse, but that he could not speak.

In the old monastery where he was staying, those people forced him to swear that he could not say a word for fifty years. He had to transcribe the word of God every day and keep every word of those words in his heart.

They urged him to leave the familiar eastern land and punished him for bringing the ashes of the old priest to this strange place.

Tang didn't feel too sad and desperate because of this. He was even happy because the land was too far away from his hometown. The bad things he committed there that made his colleagues and gods disgusted would not be passed on. to here.

He thought that he no longer wanted too much, and did not dare to try anything against the will of the Lord God. He just hoped that he could spend fifty years of silent life in a small monastery.

Hunger, fatigue, and cold caused Tang Zheng to fall to the mud on the seashore. Before the coma, he looked up at the sky. The dark and dark patches resemble the black monks in his body, and they are getting closer and closer to him. It became a cold, airless black cloth that wrapped him firmly.

[You shame the Lord ...] [Monk, you have made a dirty mistake, you will be punished for not speaking for fifty years, and you will pay the price of your life for your fault! 】 Breathe breath, opened his eyes violently, Tang sat up from the bed, his face was pale, a pair of black eyes filled with star-like light, flickered, as if it was about to break up , Full of helplessness, pain and remorse.

"you're awake.

A thin ray of sunlight came in obliquely from a wooden window. The young blond man sat beside the monk, and when Tang faced him, he smiled like a sun, and that smile stung Tang as if it were glowing. His eyes, compared to the other side, are more like the mud stretched in the mud at night, dirty and dark.

"I don't know if you can understand me. You fainted at the seaside. It was the priest who saved you. God bless you. You live. Really, you may die at the seaside and be killed by the sea god. Swallow.

"The young man's horns ripped up to both sides, and sincere faces made Tang wonder what the man was talking about.

Tang decides not to speak, but just listens to the other party.

"We found a letter on you. Fortunately, it was wrapped so tightly, otherwise it should have been soaked in water. It turns out that you are a monk from a distant east. Thank you for sending Father Doron's ashes back. Promise to let you stay.

Don't you stay? Tang lowered his focus in his eyes, and he knew that the letter, God, was originally written by someone else for him. They wrote all his dirty crimes on it, but they were coming. On the way to Europe, he threw the original letter into the sea.

He actually wrote the letter that Monk Da saw this year.

He was panicked and a little helpless, which made Tang look more fragile and pathetic.

"You seem to be scared. It's okay. You will be fine. We all know that you have a good relationship with Father Doron. We are all your friends here.

"The young monk came together suddenly, and the distance was too close for the first time for Tang to see clearly what the young man looks like today, deep and refined features, and a pair of sea leek-like beautiful eyes.

He thinks that these young people are considered handsome in Europeans today.

But then Tang was immediately shocked by his fragile and dirty thoughts, he couldn't, he really couldn't make any more mistakes.

Tang lowered his head quickly and nodded stiffly, indicating that he understood the other party's words.

Then he heard the young monk laughing in his ears, and the warm breath kept spraying on his cheeks, as disturbing as hot air.

"I'm Chris. Although you can't slander, I hope that one day you can call my name.

"Chris said a word, and then said in a man's ear with a low voice," Are every Oriental's eyes like yours? They are too beautiful, the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen ... Tang .

Don, he read his name, over and over again.

He felt that his chest was starting to warm up, and a strange emotion was beginning to pervade his body, and maybe everything would be fine.

Soon Tang recovered his health. He officially joined the seaside monastery. Everyone was welcome to come, but after the initial curiosity for the Orientals cooled, most people ignored him.

This is a good thing for Tang. He is fortunate that he cannot speak, so that he can avoid accidentally saying something not so pleasant.

Except for one person, that monk named Chris, Chris was very clever to listen to others. Chris is intolerable in this small monastery, and Chris will soon go to a larger place to study.

Tang woke up for a while that day and found himself alone. He embarrassedly covered his quilt, and looked around in a panic, trying to find his dirty and torn black monk clothes.

"They're too bad. Father asked me to give you a new suit.

"Chris said such a thing, and then smiled." It was my clothes for you, and I helped you rub it. "Don tried to ignore the joke hidden deep in his eyes when he said this sentence, but These days he can always find Chris looking at his gaze, Chris always looks at him far away and doesn't talk to him.

What a strange person.

"Card! Very good!" The director shouted, which means that for the first time today, Tang Feng and Kino's rival play was successfully completed.

Tang Feng in the monastic clothes and Kino not far away glanced at each other and smiled at the same time. It seems that the research on the script the day before yesterday is still very useful.