Lucifer sacrificed too much for world peace.

When people are tired, they close their eyes and fall into darkness, and it is easy to enter a mysterious state of sleep but not sleep.

Countless broken thoughts emerged and sank in Martin's mind. He didn't open his eyes until he heard his wife calling him to get up and eat.

Since he was taking a nap, he did not close the curtains. When he suddenly opened his eyes, the sunlight outside the window penetrated into his eyes, causing him to be temporarily blinded.

Martin, who saw a white light in front of his eyes, suddenly recalled the image of the angel arriving in his dream.

What a resemblance, angels were like that at that time, with a conspicuous white light as far as the eye could see.

In fact, he knelt down soon after entering the church auditorium, and the white light shining around the angel made it impossible for him to see the specific face of the angel. He could only see a general outline, and even the wings behind it were more eye-catching. Some.

But he caught it before he knelt down.

The figure in the white light was putting his hands down from his waist.

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I like Da Vinci so much...

In Chapter 4 and 8, his thoughts turned to the mezzanine of his brain and he finally remembered what he had always cared about. Martin smiled calmly with relief.

He sat down at the dining table with a happy and relaxed smile. His wife looked at it and asked curiously: "What good happened?" "I couldn't remember something that I cared about, but I finally remembered it just now.

” Martin replied.

His wife immediately understood: "That's really worth being happy about...what is it?" Martin was just about to say the word "angel" when he suddenly remembered the confidentiality regulations. In the end, he could only vaguely say: "It's not something important, it's just It’s just that an action looks a little familiar.

"Yeah, it's not that important.

From Martin's point of view, what he has been struggling with is just why he thinks the actions of the guy named George look familiar.

But now, he remembered it! Because it looks like an angel! Now that he had the answer, he no longer had to worry about it.

What, shouldn't we think that George is an angel? Hahahaha, how is that possible? Angels are such noble existences. You can't think that someone is an angel just because of a small similarity in movement and an overly handsome appearance! I think you look down on angels! In the mind of devout believer Martin Nicholas, an angel should be extremely majestic and solemn, with a compassionate smile, elegant in every move, and speak clearly and calmly, with almost no personal emotions.

If you want to say that the sage is like an angel, he would rather agree with it, but that red-haired young man who doesn't stand or sit in the same position, and who seems to be quarreling with children all the time... haha.

Martin wore a thick filter on angels and thought very firmly in his heart.

Impossible, nothing like it.

However, no matter how Martin judged rationally that George had nothing to do with Angel, he only cared about it because of the similarity in a certain gesture for a moment, and he still retained the seeds of doubt in his subconscious.

Just waiting for one day to take root and sprout, and then grow into a towering tree.

After resting at home and eating lunch, Martin Nicholas returned to the Apple store again - the reason why the church chose him to be responsible for communicating with the Apple store was because his home was relatively close and he had the best personality, so It is also very convenient to come and go.

This time, considering that a big businessman like Carnegie must be very busy and couldn't come back to stare at Leonardo da Vinci, Martin didn't want to go up to the second floor. He wrote a report while he was home, intending to use it to exchange for cash. Field qualifications.

Anyway, it’s just words, probably.

But when he arrived at the Apple store, he found that the first floor had returned to its usual large complex.

Those who come for trials, those who come to redeem rewards, those who bring their lovers on dates, those who discuss topics in small groups, those who study the notes on the mutual aid wall...all are back.

Martin then remembered, yes, that literary salon was only open for one morning... It was almost like Alexandre Dumas stationed in the Apple store. He saw an uncle he knew walking into the salon with a piece of paper and a look of helplessness and confusion on his face. Lou, she suddenly felt that she should take responsibility.

Alas, it must be because she said before that Uncle Martin was not qualified, so he went back to write, but he didn't make the time... We can't let uncle's writing go to waste! Alexandre Dumas stepped forward sympathetically: "Uncle Martin, is this a novel you wrote?" "Ah?" Martin Nicholas quickly denied, "No, this is not a novel, this is a report I wrote.

"..." Alexandre Dumas looked a little disappointed, "...Oh."

Martin hesitated: "Well, isn't the report considered literature?" " Facing this deafening question, Alexandre Dumas felt as if he was struck by lightning.

Yes, why can’t reports be considered literature? ? Of course it’s literature! She had really gone astray before! So in order to make up for his mistakes, Alexandre Dumas corrected his mistakes and asked enthusiastically: "Can I see your work, Uncle Martin?" Of course Martin didn't have any objections. He was still very confident in his ability to write reports. of.

After taking Uncle Martin to the usual seat of the literature group and sitting down, Alexandre Dumas read the report.

The content of this report is about how the Apple Store has changed the social model of Eden people.

It was different from the reports she usually saw. Maybe because it was not a work report, the language was more casual and did not have the sense of rigidity. There were also humorous metaphors from time to time. It was very relaxing to watch, and it didn't take much effort on the brain. I finished reading it in a short time.

Address~Address~Publish~Page~: W·W·W, 2·u·2·u·2·u, C·0·M People who are not familiar with Apple stores will be familiar with this report. This magical store arouses curiosity, because the writing is really interesting, and you can see that the author is very careful in his observations.

Strictly speaking, this shouldn't be considered a report... Yes, in the words of the sage, I don't know how to classify it, but it should be regarded as an essay.

As for their "I Go, I Go", there are really few essays, just the food column she wrote to make up the whole scene.

Alexandre Dumas was immediately moved.

She asked Martin Nicholas: "Excuse me, can we publish this article in the next issue of our newspaper? I can pay you a remuneration, but it won't be too high.

" "Um? "Martin, who has become accustomed to observing the various behaviors of all living beings, suddenly came back to his senses. After understanding Dumas's words, he quickly said, "Ah, can this also be published? If you want, just take it. I don’t need royalties, just go out of the Garden of Eden as a newspaper that supports our Garden of Eden.

"——To be precise, it supports all the plans of the Sage.

It is said that the Sage has also invested in the "I Will Go, I Go" newspaper. The Angel requires them to fully cooperate with the Sage. His submission to this newspaper should be regarded as cooperation, right? Alexandre Dumas happily took this article and shared it with the group members who were waiting to read.

The Sage has helped them so much, but they didn't even think about doing more publicity for the Sage. Fortunately, this article by Uncle Martin has appeared. When the next issue of the newspaper is distributed to other cities with the caravan, it will be able to spread the word. More people know about their Eden Apple store! Inexplicably, he became the first person outside the literary group to submit a manuscript. Martin sat in the literary group and no one had any objections.

After looking around the first floor, Martin asked: "Isn't the Sage here?" "No, the Sage went to the second floor.

" Alexandre Dumas replied, "If you want to try it out, the chessboards and cards are on the counter, just take them yourself.

"

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