Withered

The sky lightened slightly, but today was cloudy, and it rained a little at dawn, and the road was wet. Dr. Jeff and Mr. Brown hurried to Brown's house, and they left a string of footprints on the dirt road.

"Quickly, please come in." Mr. Brown opened the door and invited Dr. Jeff to come in. He took off his coat while Mrs. Brown and his eldest sister Bessie hurriedly took the doctor to Northley's room. The wife wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief He said: "Please help Nosri, he has been shaking since he got up in the morning, no matter how you talk to him, it is useless..."

Dr. Jeff was familiar with the poor boy. After all, he was the one who took care of the burns on Nosley's face. He had been sympathetic to him all these years. At this moment, the boy curled up into a ball and hugged himself tightly. , without saying a word, but trembling uncontrollably.

Dr. Jeff asked, "Can you tell me the details?"

Bessie said, "Okay, when I got up in the morning, Nosley was still asleep, and I just went to help mother in the kitchen, and then I came to see him, and he was always like that."

Dr. Jeff watched for a long time, but he couldn't find anything wrong with Nosley. He touched his chin and said, "This is really strange, but it looks like being overly frightened." He sighed and said: "Don't worry, it doesn't look like a big deal. I'll give you some medicine and let him take it. Take a good rest for a few days. I think it might be all right."

Bessie stayed with Nosley all day, but fortunately Nosley gradually stopped trembling. Although his face was still pale, he was much better than in the morning.

"Then they planned to send Kane to the execution ground...Okay, Chapter 10 is over." Bessie flipped a book to read to Nosley, and suddenly, Nosley said, "Sister Bessie."

Bessie looked joyful, let out a long sigh of relief, stroked her chest, and said, "Are you finally willing to talk? Tell me, Nosley, what's wrong with you? How do you feel now? Do you want to eat something?" ?” She stood up and wanted to go out to inform others of the news.

"Are there vampires in this world?" Nosri asked, moving his dry lips.

"Oh dear, that's just a bluff. Even if they exist, God will send them to hell." After Bessie finished, she asked: "Are you scared by vampires?"

Nosley licked his lips and said, "I think that should be a dream."

Bessie said jokingly, "Oh, Nosley, don't tell me you're scared like this because of the vampire in your dream."

Nosley asked again, "What are vampires afraid of? Or is there any way to deal with it?"

"Crosses, they're afraid of crosses." Bessie walked over, touched Nosley's head, and said, "I think Papa has the ability to deal with them, because Papa is a pastor. I'll get you something to eat."

Bessie went out of the room and called Mrs. Brown.Northley was alone in the room. He looked at the ceiling with his eyes open and touched the tiny scar on his arm. He also hoped that it was a dream until he saw the scar.

But he was lucky to survive. Fortunately, there was that voice, the voice that stopped the vampire. Although he didn't know who it was, he was very grateful to him in his heart.

After dinner, Bessie told Mrs. Brown about Northley's dream of a vampire. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Brown and Mr. Brown attached great importance to this matter. Finally, Mr. Brown gave Northley a bronze cross and asked him to keep going. Hanging on his chest, the cross was a bit heavy, and Nosley was not used to wearing it around his neck at first, but later, when he touched the cross, he felt a sense of peace of mind.

From then on, Northley studied at home, but soon, he finished reading the books of his sisters, and Bessie often borrowed books from her friends, so she was nicknamed "Miss Lent" by her friends. ".

There was a visitor today, the old vicar of the Rockery County church, who used to work with Mr Brown, and Mrs Brown called Northley out of the room, though Northley was reluctant because he was tired of being seen An expression of discomfort followed his face.

"Northley, this is the Reverend Mr. St. John." Mrs. Brown said, pulling Northley to sit down.She hoped that Nosley would impress the old pastor, but it seemed impossible.

"Lord," said the old pastor, looking at Nosley's face and sighing.

Mr. Brown twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, waved his hand, and told Nosley to leave first. Nosley did not return to the room. He stood at the stairs and heard the conversation between Mr. Brown and the old pastor.

"He should have been a pretty boy," said the old vicar.

Mr. Brown said: "He's still a handsome boy, Mr. St. John, and he's got a handsome soul. If you'll take him to the county church."

The old pastor said, "May the Lord bless him, but it's a pity."

Although everyone is equal before God, no one is willing to pray to such a face.

In the evening, Knowsley and Bessie went for a walk.In fact, for a whole year after that incident, he never came out at night again, and even at the beginning, he dared not come out in broad daylight.He was very depressed, and Bessie came out with him because of this.

The passers-by on the road looked away after seeing Nosley, and Nosley gently pinched the cross hidden in his collar. He knew that he had already become famous in the whole of Hader Town, after all, some mothers would be so coaxing and disobedient The child: "If you are disobedient, Nosri will come to you." This trick is said to be very effective.

Nosley bowed his head, he had had enough of his appearance.

He can scare people, he can amuse himself, he can be a joke, and that's fine, but he hates being dumped.Anyway, he could have said out loud in the living room, "I don't want to be a priest." But in the end he could only listen to the old priest's "regrets" in the corner.

He didn't think there was anything good about being a pastor like his father, so it was up to him to reject it, not to be looked at with sympathetic eyes and then rejected.

"Look, Northley," said Bessie, pointing to the distant sky, "does that cloud look like a dog with a limping leg?"

Nosley suddenly came back to his senses. He followed Bessie's fingers and looked over. Apart from the lame Cloud Dog, he also saw the tall spire of the clock tower. For some reason, he felt that someone was watching him there, and in his heart startled.

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The tiger's body trembled, the chrysanthemum tightened, and there were three hours left for the Practical English Translation Exam. To commemorate - yesterday's Western economics couldn't be worse, oh my god~ this feels like eating Aunt Bailey's Pie like.