【Angel Night】Shrub

Kurt closed the curtain annoyedly, blocking everyone's curious eyes.

After he rejected Warren for several months, the other party seemed to have changed his strategy, and the Worthington Consortium quietly released a big news.The news circle was in an uproar. The reporters found out that Warren had come here to report every day recently, and they became curious about this unknown church on the outskirts of the city.

God has closed a door for you, of course there will be a window!A reporter writes excitedly after seeing Kurt, and a second-generation ancestor who cut off all the peach blossoms around him suddenly cut off his relationship with his family. The sales are more inclined to playboy to overcome all difficulties for the mutant priest.

The remote small church is crowded with people for a while, but the true believers are squeezed out of the door. Hiding in the confession room will be harassed by loud knocks on the door and various sounds trying to attract his attention. Ordinary people are like watching zoo animals. His gaze made him even more out of breath, so Kurt simply took off his black robe, hugged his treasured Bible, and teleported away with a "bang".

He went to the only place where he could feel peace besides the church.

Kurt was suddenly at the bedside. The octogenarian half-reposed on the bed and closed his eyes to rest. The nurses and volunteers would not bother him at this time. The old man slowly opened his eyes and showed a kind smile to Kurt: "You coming."

"Hello, Father Wagner." Kurt gently held the old man's hand.

The eyes of the old priest are still as bright as a child’s. He is the first person Kurt has met who completely treats ordinary people and mutants equally. He is his most respected elder, his teacher, and his guide in pursuing the truth. , his second father.

Seeing that Kurt was visibly happy, the old man asked a lot about what had happened recently. Kurt told him about the reporters' siege and obstruction, and read him a section of the Gospel. "Don't care about your origin, we are all the same person." The old priest looked at him as if looking at his own child, "Do you still remember the day we met?"

Of course he remembers.

It was the worst day of his life, even worse than his days and nights at the circus.

He sold all his property in exchange for a plane ticket back to the United States. He returned non-stop to the manor that housed their entire childhood, only to find that the manor had changed hands.

The United States has been under continuous cold rain for ten consecutive days. Kurt wandered outside the old Worthington house for ten days. Go in through the front door openly.

When he finally despaired and walked down the alley at midnight, he was surrounded by ordinary people and beat him up. His injuries were not completely healed, and he was too lazy to escape, but silently endured the inexplicable pain from strangers. anger.After a few big men vented and took away the few dollars left on his body, Kurt didn't care. He lay open in the alley, letting the rain wash the blood on his body to light red, and he was dazed. Feeling that the rain seemed to have stopped, he opened his eyes.

"Are you okay?" the silver-haired black-robed priest asked worriedly. He gently embraced Kurt into the barrier of the umbrella, and his shoulders were wet.

After that Kurt became a full Catholic.

"I still want to ask the priest," Kurt hesitated, and said in a low voice, "An old man came to me. He once hurt me, but now he is acting innocent, hoping that I will reconcile with him as before. "

Warren had always been an unhealed wound in his heart, and their hearts were separated by a forest of undergrowth, and perhaps he had never really known him.Kurt sometimes dreams about the past in the middle of the night and wonders if Warren really loved him back then, or if he just ran away to get angry with his family.

"I may know your old friend." The old priest was very old, and his illness took away most of his energy. He squinted his eyes and seemed to be about to fall into another dream. He vaguely talked about the long time In the past, "he may have unspeakable difficulties, because he asked someone to come to me."

"Father, there is a lonely soul lost in the alley behind the church. He is hungry, cold, and bullied." The old man imitated the tone of the man, "I hope you can take him in, take care of him, and keep him from being displaced on the streets." .”

At this moment, Kurt recalled bits and pieces of the past, the surprise when he met for the first time, the panic when he showed his talent for the first time, the first kiss when he curled up in the closet, and the eyes that met each other on the boat. Hands that never let go.

He finally understood the ins and outs of the whole thing.

"Yes, I love him." The old priest leaned on the bed, and Kurt stared at an unknown focus in the distance. The suppressed love and enthusiasm in his heart finally squeezed away the fear of being hurt, and his orange eyes flickered. Starlight, he muttered to himself, untying his last knot, "I never blamed him."

The old priest looked at him with a smile: "Then I think our church needs to find a new priest."

He disappeared before the sunlight left the petals on the windowsill.

warren.All he had left in his head was the word, I just wanted to be with Warren.

Of course Warren was not in the church, he stayed peacefully in his villa.

The church has long been besieged by reporters who want to dig news. Warren originally wanted to fly in, but felt that being too high-profile would cause unnecessary trouble for Kurt and the church. Sending headlines to reporters would be of no benefit to them, maybe It would also annoy Kurt.

And I won’t see him when I go to Kurt. Warren rubbed his nose and decided to change his mind and quit drinking tomorrow. He will sell the fine wines in the wine cellar at the auction and donate them to the church. It is his right to do good deeds.The priest will never refuse to see a good guest who spends a lot of money.

It never occurred to him that Kurt would suddenly appear at his window.

"Kurt!?" He said in surprise, Kurt's face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he jumped in through the window without wearing the priest's black robe.

Warren quickly grabbed his waist. He felt that the world had changed. Unexpected things happened one after another throughout the day. Maybe he was still dreaming.

Kurt stood in front of him, his big eyes sparkling: "Do you live here now?"

Warren nodded in confusion: "Yes, I will live here from now on."

Kurt smiled, flicking his tail back and forth: "I don't like the wine cabinet you put in the bedroom, you have to move it downstairs."

"Really?" Warren couldn't control his facial expression, his whole body was hit by a huge sense of happiness, he thought he must look distorted now, "I mean, would you like to live here with me? "

Kurt still had the worn-out Bible on him. He casually placed the book on the window sill and replied with a smile, "Not yet, at least until the nuns and I find another priest to come to the church."

Warren reached out to touch his face with his hands, and Kurt remained still, motionless.

"I never said it, Warren, you've grown beautiful wings."

The breeze rolled up the pages of the Bible, and finally got stuck on one of them, revealing a photo that had been stuck inside and had not been seen for a long time. In the photo, Warren and Kurt, who were still teenagers, hugged each other intimately and smiled sweetly for the camera.

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