Fierce Love: Dawn Mystery

Chapter47

The cherry blossoms outside the house have already bloomed for half a tree, and the petals in the shape of pale pink water droplets are like falling white snow. There is a fireplace in the wooden house, and the retro clock ticks one hour after another.Accompanied by two heavy bells, Weber gently closed the Hebrew scriptures on his lap, and took a sip of hot chocolate.

He is a born noble, and he is also a stain that this ancient Nordic family has always hidden.The sorrows, joys, sorrows and joys of the past ten years are just a moment, and the promise carried by that cherry tree may be too frivolous.

"I said I've taken a bath, don't touch me!" The dirty boy is being dragged by the nun to the bathhouse, and it will be dinner time in a while, let alone eating with his untidy appearance , Even praying before meals is a blasphemy against God.

This is an ordinary monastery. The owner of the monastery adopted a few orphans out of kindness. This little boy was sent here a few days ago. He couldn't speak English and it was very difficult to communicate. It seems that now he can't listen to other people's words at all, and he keeps grabbing the door frame and refuses to go in.

"Let go! Damn woman, I told you not to take a bath! Let me go!" He rebelliously resisted like a little leopard, and even the kindest person couldn't help but get angry at him.

"Let me talk to him." Not far away, a well-dressed blond boy came over. He originally came to ask them to eat, and just happened to encounter this situation, so he intervened by the way.

The nuns seemed to be a little afraid of this boy, and they all let go and stepped aside.

"Why don't you take a shower, do you want to be hungry?" The words turned out to be fluent in Chinese.

"I've washed it." But he was soiled again, he flattened his mouth aggrievedly, he didn't want to wash it again, and he didn't like being forced to take a bath by so many people, he was hungry if he was hungry, anyway, he had already got used to.

"Washed? I can't see it at all." The blond boy pointed to the mud spots and sweat on his face, "You bathed in mud, are you a pig?"

"I want you to care!" The boy knocked off his hand, turned around and left angrily, the nuns wanted to catch up with him, but the blond boy stopped him, he looked at the thin back of the little boy, and made a reassuring gesture to the nun Gestures, and tell them that children cannot be used to it.

"Okay, let's go eat, if we continue to be hungry, I think God will be very unhappy and ready to receive us." The harmless joke quickly made people forget about the disobedient little boy.

In the collective dormitory, as soon as the bell to turn off the lights rang, everyone got back into their beds. The work and rest time here is very regular and strict, but the new boy didn’t seem ready to adapt to this rule, he tiptoed around Climbing out of bed, clutching my hungry belly, I went looking for something to satisfy my hunger.

The food in the kitchen was organized very cleanly. He didn't know that everyone here was not allowed to leave leftovers, so he only had some raw vegetables and iced milk when looking around.

There was a man standing at the door, watching him busy, chuckled lightly and said, "It's useless, don't look for it, there won't be any food once the meal time is over."

The boy looked back at him with terrified eyes, the movements of his hands froze, but he only panicked for a moment and said nonchalantly: "Do you want to tell those people? Whatever, isn't it just being locked up?"

Confinement seems to be the worst punishment here.

He has a bad nature, and stealing and getting into trouble are commonplace. Even if he is sent here, he can't abide by the rules and regulations. He is a person who can't keep his duty by nature.

Seeing his guarded expression, the blond boy shook the paper bag hidden behind his back: "Well, you eat the croissant in the bag first, and then go and confess your mistakes to the nuns. As for confinement, that may It will be harder."

In the paper bag were two handcuffed golden croissants, which he had specially left for dinner.

The little boy took the bread unceremoniously, and began to fill his stomach seriously.

The blond boy poured him a glass of milk and asked him, "What's your name?"

"My name is An Ran."

"Hi, my name is Weber."

Only now An Ran can clearly see what the boy named Weber looks like, he is handsome, tall and straight, with the unique handsomeness of a teenager, and a good temperament that is very different from him.

At that time, only Weber in the entire monastery could talk to him in Chinese, and he had almost no way to learn any other language, which made the communication between them more special and safer.

Like a silent tree hole, they always keep each other's secrets well.