between men

If anyone forgets my name, you can ask the person on your left. "

"—he'll shoot you in the face."

It was Maduo who said this, and James slapped it with one hand, causing him to not know whether to cover his face or his head now.

"Don't take my word, Maduo," he said with a squint, and the four guys who came in unison put the same hand over their mouths and smiled.

"I'm glad that your tacit understanding is still there," James looked at them and said loudly, "but later I need you to move freely, because the enemy has neither guns nor tanks, all we have to do is attack from the inside. A guy came out and burned the church — the extremists who lived there."

"Report," a tough-looking buddy raised his hand, his eyes were the same color as Danny's, and he said in a deep voice, "Can I ask the identity of that person?—I'm asking for Maduo Yes, he kept calling me on the way."

"Oh, yes, of course he wants to know, but now he's sleeping with the blue-eyed handsome guy next to you, if you dare to think anything wrong-you will remember how I used to handle the scalpel, you Remember? Huh?" Mrs. Rachel twisted her waist and leaned against Maduo, causing Maduo to break out in a cold sweat.

James coughed a few times, and then he clapped his hands: "Let's go, move freely, the gun is in my car, just don't move the rocket launcher-if you can find it, I have no problem."

They all laughed, and amidst the laughter, they quickly ran to James' car, picked up their guns, and dispersed. Rachel gave Maduo a charming smile, and then she pulled the Maduo walked to the main street, James picked up the AK, then greeted Danny and went to the upper reaches of the river.

"What are you going to do?" Danny swallowed, "Didn't you say that the church is in the center of the town?"

"He needs to relax, boy," the intercom that James stuffed him suddenly rang, startling Danny, "James needs to relax, or he's going to kill the whole town, and how to relax— He usually takes a shower, but if you're there, watch out for him jumping on you and tearing your clothes off."

"It's still time to take a shower," James said, picking up the walkie-talkie, and then he walked to the bank of the river, jumped, and dived, lying on the bottom of the river for a few minutes before surfacing.

"Don't stare at me," James said to Danny as he walked over to him, his clothes clinging tightly to his body.

"—where are we going?"

"Centre, we don't need to go in like thieves because no one will see us."

Danny snorted, and then followed James to the largest street in the town.

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"You know what I've been thinking about for years?"

The priest sat down across from me with a glass of wine, and they tied me to a chair in the basement.

"Sorry," I said, "if you're going to spit it out late at night, you have to expect no one to listen."

He smiled, and then lit a match to light the candles on the table. There were a lot of candles, and it took him a long time to light them all. He used up the box of matches.

"Yuan... Lin—" he called my name, "yes—that's your name, but do you know that there should be a surname before your name, do you want to know?"

I stared into his eyes as he leaned back in the chair, the flickering flame of the candle somewhat blocking my view.

"I don't want to know what my surname is, Father," I said to him, "likehousay, i'mdevil, the basic magic of adevil is that it forgets who it is."

"God would make man mad first, in order to perish—"

"—and talking to yourself is the first sign of madness."

A candle was blown out by the wind, he hurriedly stood up and picked up another candle to light, I looked strange, but still didn't ask anything.

"You are much more interesting than you were nine years ago," he said, sitting back on the chair. "You will be an adult in one year, right? Do you want to visit your father's grave?"

"Do you want me to dig him out? Or do you dig a hole in there first, so you can push me down and bury me alive?"

There was a creaking sound of the door opening. A man bowed to the priest outside. The priest walked over. The man whispered something in his ear. The priest nodded and walked back to sit where he was. The man closed the door.

"I believe you've changed, child," he began, the mist from the candle making watery ripples in the air now and then.

"When I saw you, I believed so, if only you could stay by God's side again, you would—"

"I'm gay, okay?" I interrupted him, "You kicked me out nine years ago, you the cleric, not me, and you're still preaching you And the faith—why not wait until the soul sees God to preach it? Then at least you've seen Him."

He moved forward and put his hands on the table.

"Homosexuality is sin, boy, I believe you don't want to, I understood it when I picked up that golden cross, God changed you, from a demon to a man of pure heart - just stay away from that, boy, you will See God smiling at you."

"You can't do without God, right?" I was a little annoyed, "Well, go back and hang yourself, and see what guidance he can give you."

"We don't need guidance," he came and put his hand on my shoulder, "we don't need guidance," he repeated, "because at some point our first thought will be God; we don't need guidance because we Knowing that God will help us in times of crisis.”

"Wow——" I smiled, "Then why didn't he show up when the train crashed? Could it be because he didn't want to fly over from far away Italy?"

He touched my head, which made me feel weird, and sat down beside me.

"God exists everywhere," he said. "Furthermore, that accident was man's own fault. It wasn't a natural disaster. God saved us, but he didn't help us hide our mistakes."

I smiled, he is telling the truth, I can't refute anything, maybe I really have some religious beliefs in my bones, I said to him: "Can you read something? It's like praying, I don't Patriotic, but I love this land."

He stood up and smiled at me, "If so—"

"—Can you tell me how to start?" He suddenly asked, and I smiled:

"Birds don't cry in all the clouds when the breeze blows through the endless green meadows—"

——When the lake reflects the breath similar to it, I will listen quietly on the road:

Live, God will keep you alive,

Watching you run down that path, watching the breeze by your side.

You will not be sad, for the golden fields of wheat are dancing,

You can feel that joy, like sunshine.

……

The candlelight on the table was dancing, and his expression was very natural when he was praying. Under the reflection of the candlelight, the illusion would make people think that he really looked like an angel.

—when the night covers your eyes, when you are lost in all the ways.

We are here, the child, we and God are here.

He'll take your hand and walk until you spread your wings—

boom--!

An explosion sounded suddenly, and I was taken aback. The basement door opened again, and the person who had just walked out was panting heavily.

"A group of foreigners came in with guns," he said. "We couldn't resist. I'm going to run now, Father. I beg you to leave with me."

The candles on the table flickered, the priest nodded, "I'll be leaving in a while, you wait for me at the back door—"

"But--"

"quick!"

He yelled, the man bowed to him, and then left, the priest also walked out after a while, just when I thought he had already left, he came back with a bucket, I was a little surprised , He lifted the bucket and poured it on my head. I was startled by him, and then I smelled the smell carefully and found it was gasoline.

"I'm not going to burn you, boy," he said, carrying the bucket. "I'm not going to burn anyone. This basement is sealed, and the candles will burn out the oxygen here. There's a layer of rain on the table." Pine oil—trust me, I will send you my best prayers when the fire dies—maybe you'll want to throw yourself into the fire before it dies."

As he said that, he poured all the remaining gasoline in the barrel on the table, and the table suddenly caught fire. He bowed to me, and then went out and closed the door on the outer floor. He really gone.

That's funny, I thought to myself, I know this basement, and it's really sealed, and he's now giving me two options, both of which end in death - the first option is suffocation, if it catches fire If the temperature is hot enough to ignite gasoline, I will be burned to death.

Only then did I realize that he had loosened my rope, I stood up and looked around, only the sound of gunshots outside and the crackling of tables burning, I went to the sealed stone door in the basement and shouted loudly. I shouted a few words, I'm sure the sound insulation effect is very good, and the switch in the basement is under the high platform where the Bible is placed in the church hall. The inside of the high platform is empty, and the stone door can be opened as long as the Bible is removed.

I sat down on the steps and waited quietly for the fire on the table to be extinguished. If the smoke after the fire was extinguished was big enough, I might have to toss for a while