[Yi Yang Qianxi] Chang Gung Star

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/I am your eternal believer./

/I betrayed the Lord God, only believe in you./

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The petals fell on Elliot's hair, which was still closed, marking the pointed ears of the elves protruding from the beard.After yawning, he raised his head slightly, and tried to open his eyes a slit. In his field of vision, the petals falling from the branches above his head were still spinning in mid-air and dancing with the butterflies.Reach out to catch the petals that are about to fall; the nose smells a rich sweet fragrance.The singing of the choir came from the church not far away. Elliott, who was used to these sounds, shook off the petals that had been stained on his body all night, picked up the worn-out oiled paper umbrella beside him and walked step by step from the branch go down.

Elliott spared his head. I heard from a few chattering believers yesterday that an oriental man came. It was not the first time that Elliott had seen an oriental, but he had a strong curiosity about the oriental; it seemed to be I woke up too late, and when I came to the tree outside the church door, several believers had already come out of the church door, and the singing stopped abruptly; this solemn church is a relatively remote church, and the cross on the top of the tower seems to be It allows believers to see Jesus who was crucified on the cross.

Pull the hair down so that it covers the elf's ears.Things to do every day when you are free and boring - stay in the church and watch what the believers are doing; Elliot clasped his hands on the back of his head, leaned back slightly, and the oil-paper umbrella hit his back every now and then .He walked into the church. There were only a small number of praying believers left in the huge church. The priest he saw yesterday had resigned. The new priest stood beside the statue, gesticulating with the cross on his chest and praying to the Lord God.

Elves can see far away.Even if he was sitting in the farthest row, Elliott could clearly see the appearance of the new priest. The priest had a standard oriental appearance, and his amber eyes shone brightly in the light coming in from the window. He wears a necklace of crosses around his neck.

Elliott dangled his two short legs, holding the worn-out oil-paper umbrella in his right hand and resting it on his shoulder; the elf loved the beautiful things in the world, just as Elliot loved the amber eyes of the new priest.

The number of believers who came here gradually decreased, and when only the two of them were left, the new priest came towards this side. He squatted down, his warm eyes imprinted Elliott's appearance, "Son, are you lost?" The priest smiled lightly, revealing the dimples on the sides of his mouth. Elliot just stared at him with sky-blue eyes in bewilderment.

"May God bless you, Amen."

Elliott had heard this sentence more than once, curled his lips and muttered in his heart that elves were originally blessed by God.Elliott didn't pay attention to the priest's words, and stretched out his left hand towards the priest's eyes. The priest didn't move his body, and quietly looked at his outstretched hand, with the same smile on the corner of his mouth.Elliott's hand finally stayed only a few centimeters away from his left eye, and he let out a light snort, "Father, aren't you afraid that I will gouge your eye out?"

"Before the Lord, you won't." She looked at him with a vow.

Elliott raised his head slightly, smiling as if he was just an innocent child, he let out a breath and muttered, kicked his legs down and stepped on the ground hard, with the worn-out oil-paper umbrella resting on the priest's shoulder.

"'Father—I like Orientals as much as I like this old umbrella.'" Elliott repeated the incoherent words in a trance, his eyes closed and his forehead slightly elongated His hair covered his expression at the moment, he raised his hand and brushed the hair to the sides, the sharp elf ears had already been exposed.The priest looked up at him as if he were his own child; his knuckle fingers lifted gently to stroke Elliott's soft hair.

"May God bless you," the priest stood up, "Spirit."

The priest's hand moved from Elliott's soft hair to his fair cheek, his callused palm was rough; Elliott didn't like this feeling, and he frowned slightly.At this moment, Elliott's height was only up to the waist of the standing priest. He opened the old oil-paper umbrella in his hand, forcing the priest's hand to move out of his cheek. The holes and skeletons in the oil-paper umbrella could not block him, but Still holding his umbrella, he walked step by step towards the outside of the church arch; the empty church echoed with the sound of his footsteps.

"It's Elliott. Watch out for your eyes, Father. No matter how simple an elf is, it's only on the surface. In essence, an elf is also the incarnation of a demon."

When he reached the arch, Elliott's pace paused for a while, he turned his head and smiled inscrutablely: "May the Lord forgive what you have done in the past, Yi Yangqianxi."

"May the Lord redeem your soul with mercy, Amen." The priest was slightly taken aback, gesturing the cross on his chest.When he looked up, Elliott had long since disappeared.The corner of the priest's mouth curled up, and he stood with his hands behind his back, "What a terrible elf, Elliott..."