Happy Little Mayor

After eating chicken broth and cabbage noodle stew with venison, the whole person became warm.

Venison is different from other red meats. It can provide a lot of calories. It is best to eat venison in the mountains. It is not as hot as horse meat, but it also contains a lot of energy.

Lying in the down sleeping bag at night, Wang Bo didn't fall asleep after a while, then came out to bake.

Uncle Bing and his son were on the night, and the two didn't speak. Uncle Bing was reading a Bible while Bingge played with a dagger in his face expressionlessly and cut a piece of wood into a strange shape.

Seeing Wang Bo coming out, the strong men climbed up and swung their tails together, and Xiao Wang has been with them for a long time and also learned to swing their tails ...

"Can't sleep? Is it a little cold?" Uncle Bing asked with a smile, saying he threw a few more logs into the campfire.

Wang Bo shook his head and said, "It's not about temperature, I just want to come out and relax, for example, look at the starry sky on winter night."

Recently, the weather has been good. New Zealand is cloudless and the vast Milky Way is hanging in the starry sky. It is starry and dazzling. I feel that the night sky is black and so pure.

At night, the wind stopped suddenly, because it was a little bit cold due to the temperature, and Wang Bo reached out and grilled next to the bonfire.

Uncle Bing booed: "This year's global temperature is abnormal. God seems to be dissatisfied with the destruction of homes by human beings and has decided to punish human beings."

"New Zealand is unlucky," Bingge said lightly.

Wang Bo laughed: "Listen to you, are you satisfied with the environment in New Zealand, right? Why do you want to move to New Zealand? Is it because the environment is good here?"

Bingge was silent for a while and said, "Because Ireland is the furthest away from here, I don't want to stay there. I have done wrong and staying there will be crazy."

This is the longest sentence that Wang Bo has heard from him since he knew him, and it is no longer so cold, but there is some emotion in it.

Uncle Bing frowned: "Okay, my son, don't talk, the past things don't blame you."

Bingge picked a corner of his mouth at him, wondering if it was counted as a smile. He looked at the bonfire and said, "If I'm not so confident, the prospective mother won't die, right?"

"Pop", a muffled sound, Uncle Bing closed the Bible heavily: "God has his own arrangements, you are a sniper, you should follow the guidance of your heart and the guidance of God, and the attack order is not issued by you, You are the performer ... "

"It's me! It's me! It's me!" Bingge roared suddenly.

Wang Bo stretched out his hand and pressed down: "Hi, brother, don't worry ..."

Seeing him reaching out, Bingge seemed to have misunderstood, flipped the dagger in his hand, and quickly cut at him.

Pharaoh responded quickly, and immediately retracted his hand, so that the blade almost passed by his fingertips, and he vowed that he felt the cold temperature of steel.

This action of Bingge is equivalent to choking Ma Honeycomb. The Zhuang Ding who was watching the movie jumped up at the same time, even the timid little king attacked, and he stabbed Bing Ge to the ground, and Zhuang Ding opened his mouth and bit his Wrist is set on the ground.

"Don't do it!" Uncle Bing called.

Bingge made a heavy breathing sound to try to get up, Xiao Wang held him tightly, and a low, angry growl sounded in his throat, which was warning him.

Wang Bo went up to comb the hair of a few little guys to calm them down. Uncle Bing took out a bottle of medicine and took two pills into Bing's mouth.

Brother Bing swallowed and sat up steadily and whispered, "Sorry, boss, I just relapsed."

Wang Bo knew that he had irritability, but did not expect to be cured, he went up and reached out and said, "I understand, there is nothing to apologize for, I may have stimulated you."

Bingge smiled bitterly: "No, it wasn't you who stimulated me, it was myself, and I remembered some things in the past, that was, the accidental killing of an expectant mother during the mission."

Tonight's Bingge is very abnormal. He has spoken a lot, not the ice-man who was so embarrassed by words, but turned into a babble.

"Enough, son, stop talking." Uncle Bing said calmly.

"Should let him say all this. Concealment and suppression will only make things worse. Don't you understand? What he needs is a sense of identity, what he needs is venting." A clear voice sounded, I do not know when, Yi Baby walked out of the tent with arms.

Uncle Bing nodded silently and sat down to read his Bible.

Bingge said: "In fact, the matter is simple, but the consequences are serious. My father and I are serving in sas, and I am a sniper. Then I performed a mission in Ireland when a **** religious fanatic attacked the convenience store and Detain hostages. "

"He keeps killing, that's a lunatic. I got an order, attacked, and killed him. As a result, he caught a woman in front of me, I touched his law of movement, and then shot!"

He gestured at the bonfire with a shooting gesture: "God may not have expected that the woman could not stand his oppression, and at that moment he resisted and the bullet passed through their body ..."

"Since you chose to storm, the casualties are acceptable. What you cannot accept is that you shot a pregnant woman. You don't think the child should sacrifice for the task." Eva said softly.

Bingge didn't speak, his expression was as hard as a statue.

Eva put the big fat in his arms and said: "I can give you a lot of explanations, such as God wants to see the mother and child, for example, everyone is likely to miss, such as military missions are always accompanied by killing. No explanation, Gerald, what you need is God's forgiveness, you need to serve God for the rest of your life, and cleanse the sin of killing infants ... "

Wang Bo winked, how could he say that? And how did Eva work as a missionary?

But it was useful to do so. Bingge looked back at her in surprise. All the time, what he had heard was all kinds of explanations and all kinds of comforts. Eva's statement made him see something else.

Eva took the Bible from Uncle Bing and handed it to him, saying: "Read the book first, remember every word of the Lord, and then think carefully about his will, you will find something, I swear."

Bingge took the Bible, he mumbled a few words, and carefully looked up under the fire.

Uncle Bing gave Eva a grateful look, and Pharaoh followed, whispering: "You are so good?"

Eva said with a smile: "No, I was also comforting him. He didn't really believe me, but he had to believe. This is psychological deception. He is comforting himself, and if there is a way to do it, go try it."

Pharaoh understood: "Dead horse as a living horse doctor?"

"Yes, but this is useful. Religion has the greatest power at this time." Eva smiled brightly, her eyes were more brilliant than the stars.

(To be continued.)