Kidney-deficiency whore

(iv) God loves the world, but not me

three months ago -

The day was as hot as a stove.Slowly roasting this dilapidated small town and the dried up and ignorant souls in this small town.

People are all eager for God to rain down a hearty torrential rain, even if it floods them, it will be enough to drown them.They don't want to live without water anymore.

One year, two years, three years... still no rain falling.

Fortunately, it has not rained for such a long time, and people finally realized it on this day. It must be that the God they worship is old and has forgotten their small town on the border.

then.

A rain ceremony is being held here... to remind them of their gods.

The leader stood on the altar wearing extremely elegant sacrificial attire. This was a very young priest. The silver cross on his chest shone with a holy halo under the scorching sun.The pastor muttered something plausibly, his delicate brows tightened.

The people in the audience were so frightened that they knelt down one after another, kneeling really piously.He stared at the pastor on the stage with the sincerity from the heart.

The priest clearly enjoyed the supremacy of the majestic.The brows gradually relaxed.

People also breathed a sigh of relief.

The rumbling sound of the carriage rolled over the only dry and cracked main road in this small town.Coming from afar, it sounded like thunder, attracting devout people to look back.

Under the watchful eyes of this group of poor people, a sense of superiority flashed in the eyes of the coachman, he took the running board and jumped off the car, politely stretching out a hand to beg his master to get off the car.

The car was extremely luxuriously built and obviously came from a great place.I just don't know how big the owner of this car is.But why did this big man suddenly think of such a small place where birds don't shit?

The woman got out of the car wearing a red top hat hotter than the sun.The slender and sexy legs were wrapped in black stockings, just under everyone's gaze.He went straight to the altar.

The villagers in this town still maintain the appearance of pious worship.But the bottom of my heart is selfish|desire.

Most of the woman's small and delicate face is hidden in the peacock-feathered fan, only revealing the pair of emerald green eyes that can charm people's hearts inadvertently, like a piece of emerald, shining brightly in the strong sunlight.

"Arman," the woman raised her eyes and looked at the young pastor on the altar. The pastor also saw her, and a trace of solemnity and twinkle flashed in his leisurely eyes.

The villagers wondered, pious worship is doomed not to tolerate a speck of pollution.What's more, a woman broke in suddenly.

Fortunately, the two looked at each other for a while, and the woman went to the carriage.

There was a sound of the whip, and the rumbling wheels rolled away with the dust all over the ground.

The sacrifice has been completed.

The priest returned to his temporary residence in the town to change out of the oversized and solemn sacrificial attire.In his most splendid attire.

It looks like a childish youth, just looking at it, it gives people a kind of harmless and refreshing beauty, like drinking a glass of fine wine with a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth.It is the kind of evocative intoxication.

But in this dilapidated small town, the heat is still spreading, spreading to the hearts of the villagers.

The stupid villagers became restless.They all surrounded them, which made the narrow street even more impenetrable in an instant.

"Come out! You goddamn stick!" Someone shouted.

The yelling and cursing below continued one after another.

"Yes! Magic stick!"

"Come out! Give us our money back you son of a bitch!!!"

"Pay back! Pay back!"

No matter how noisy the house was, the young man with a calm demeanor and elegant demeanor was having dinner with the beautiful woman opposite, with a look of happiness on his face.

this day.

...is the day when women come and get their money.a special day.Although there is no specific time and place for this day, it is entirely up to the woman to decide.

Although he is always wandering, women can always find him.Arman also asked the woman, and the woman only said that it was a mother-child bond, because Arman was the son he loved and cared about the most.Arman can sense everything he thinks.

Finish your meal.

Arman pulled the stool aside and knelt down beside the woman, placing his head on the woman's lap.The boy's light golden hair spread out on the woman's black skirt.

After a while.The young man contentedly took out an exquisitely packaged gift box from his arms and handed it to the woman.Open the box, inside is a grandmother stone the size of a goose egg.A dim light shone.

The thin pale pink lips of the young man are slightly upturned, as if to say, - do you like it?Praise me!

But the woman took the box with the boy's body temperature blankly, and put it into her bag.

"Arman, don't you need to go out and have a look?"

... The boy's face darkened.

"No, Mom." Arman put an envelope full of money from his luggage on the table, and slowly pushed it in front of the woman.

The woman looked at Arman with gentle eyes and smiled.Obviously a lot more enthusiastic.Standing up, she caressed her son's face with her red-gloved hand, rubbing her proud breasts against Arman's face.

"Mother……"

"Um?!"

"Don't go, okay?"

"Arman, you are still young, there are many things you still don't understand..."

"Big stick!!! Son of a bitch!!! Pay me back!!!"

The intimacy of the mother-child meeting was overwhelmed by the increasingly ugly scolding.

Arman lost his patience, walked up to the door, and opened it ruthlessly.

... It has changed. God.Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder and lightning flashed.The wind blows the confetti all over the ground and swirls all over the sky.

The shouting stopped abruptly.

The young man who appeared with a thunderous voice was as beautiful as a god.

Without the blessing of sacrificial attire, the teenager is more charming and less majestic.But this charm is more shocking than anything else.

... He is a respectable god who is clean at the moment.

The villagers knelt down tremblingly to worship the god they had offended.

"God loves the world," the young boy's immature voice was not loud, but it was enough to shock everyone, "but on the other hand, those who don't believe in it will not be protected by God."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The villagers knelt devoutly, not even daring to lift their heads.

"So, before God knows that you have treated him like this, go back."

After being forgiven, the villagers retreated fearfully.

Only one child ran up and hugged Arman's leg and refused to leave.

Before Arman touched the child's hair dotingly, the child's hand was slapped away by his mother in a panic.

The boy's mother smiled awkwardly at Arman.He jerked his son away, and brushed the bottom of Arman's trousers, for fear that his son's hands would stain the gods.

"You child, come home with me!" She picked up the child and ran away.

"Don't go, Mom, I don't want to go," the child wiped away tears, pointing to the beautiful boy who is getting farther and farther away, "I want to play with my brother, my brother is the most beautiful person I have ever seen, why do you I'm going to run..."

……yes.Why run?

Alman closed the door desolately, and also blocked the cries of the children outside who were getting farther and farther away.

...the house is empty.

The ... roses that the solitary woman brought to this house smelt disgustingly rotten in the sweltering heat before the storm.

On the dining table, the woman also left a letter and a knife.The letter said:

My dear child, I know, you must really want to be with your mother, right?Then, use this knife to kill Ogden, your father who abandoned us.

However, on the second day, a murder shocked the dilapidated town.

...the woman died.

Lying bloody and bloody in a garden full of roses.The whereabouts of the murderer are still unknown.

The author has something to say:

There is a reason why Alman prayed for rain so well, I will post a special episode (●??｀●)