God forbids me to fall in love

"Anyway, thank you for your help today!"

Moen tried his best to conceal the bitterness in his heart, forced a smile, and said goodbye to Neil at the intersection.

After leaving the hospital, he went to help Neil move the cast-off straw back to the trolley, sending him back to the original path.

The sudden rescue operation was completed as if nothing had changed, and although he was half dead tired, he had not actually done a thing.

Moen didn't understand how there could be people like Veled in the world.

Is he really a devil through and through, as the doorman and the doctor at the training center for the poor have said?

That's why he has such a terrifying self-healing ability and is so resistant to accepting the kindness of strangers?

But when he almost became a substitute for being beaten innocently, he clearly came back to save himself.

How could the devil care about the life and death of others, just continue to run away.

Moen couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about it.

He hurried to school in disgrace, knowing that he would not have good fruit to eat.

It was noon now, and he had already squandered all the credits for this week after skipping four classes.

He had never had such a "rebellious" experience, but he knew that Passy, ​​who was in the same dormitory, was once deducted a week's credits for cheating in a grammar test, and the school fined him to clean the toilet for half a month.

Juno, who was in the next class, was fined to do a week of volunteer work in a church in a slum area and complete a mission because he contradicted his teacher.

What will be the punishment I will face, will it be worse than these?

Moen walked into the campus with a disheveled face. He wanted to sneak into the teaching area as low-key as possible, and confessed his "crime" to Ms. Qiong, the dean of the middle-grade students. Unexpectedly, bad things never come singly.

On the only way to enter the teaching area, there are four or five people standing impressively. They chat together, and from time to time they pick up a pen and circle the notebook in their hands. The expressions on their faces are very serious, as if they are discussing something very important. The problem.

Unfortunately, Moen knew all of these people.

They are his literature teacher Shanna, dean Joan, etiquette teacher Duke, theology teacher Tommy and his classmate Ferguson.

Classmate Ferguson, who has always been rough and domineering, was standing at the periphery of the discussion circle with his neck curled up like a quail, and it seemed that he had made another mistake.

His erratic eyes wandered among several teachers, and suddenly looked at Moen who was walking on tiptoe.

Oops!

Moen secretly complained, he hurriedly "surrendered himself" before Ferguson "exposed" him.

"Teachers, I'm sorry, I..."

"Moen, it's you, you're late! Oh, it's still the whole morning." Teacher Duke said angrily before he finished speaking, "This is really an intolerable mistake, what do you think?"

"Deduct this week's credits." Ms. Joan frowned and looked at Moen, who was dressed in disgrace, and then began to tick off the list in her hand.

Moen grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, trying to make the coat smoother, and said shamelessly, "I'm sorry, I encountered some accidents on the road."

"No need to explain, people only care about the result. When you walk out of the campus, no one outside will give you a chance to explain." Duke shook his head, his eyes moving back and forth between Moen and Ferguson, "Moen, you The image and behavior of the school is too disrespectful, I personally think it is more serious than smashing the door of the classroom during a fight."

After hearing this, Ferguson straightened his spine visibly.

"..." Moen was powerless to refute, as if it was stated in the school rules.

Five credits were deducted for vandalizing campus property, two credits were deducted for being late and skipping classes, and he skipped four classes. From a numerical point of view, his crime level was twice that of Ferguson.

Tommy, who hadn't spoken all this time, raised his head when he heard the words, looked at Moen with his wise eyes for a long time, and pondered: "Perhaps, he is a more suitable candidate."

"Huh?" Shanna was a little surprised, "You mean, let Moen complete this task?"

"Moen's grades in theology classes have always been excellent." Tommy seemed to have convinced himself, and this time his tone became more certain, "I believe he is a steady and responsible kid, and he might succeed. Anyway, it's better than directly Abandon the lost sheep."

"I'm afraid of some danger. Ferguson's physique can at least protect himself." Shanna sighed, pointing at a certain place on the notebook, "There are troublesome people in this area, I don't believe you Never heard those rumors."

Ferguson's newly erected chest shrank back, and he lowered his head to ninety degrees, obediently staring at his feet.

"Souls that have not been purified by knowledge always have a restless side. Isn't it our mission to appease them?" Tommy smiled lightly, "Why don't you ask him if he is willing, what do you think, Moen?"

"Ah?" Moen couldn't figure out the situation at all. He scrambled to make up the amount of information in his words, guessing that the punishment he was going to arrange this time caused the teachers to disagree.

Tommy said kindly, "Would you like to volunteer for a week at the independent church in the Lenvayo neighborhood and complete your mission?"

Then he pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to Moen.

"Here is the information of the lost people you need to contact."

Moen didn't expect to be able to choose his will when he was punished. He subconsciously took a look at the page, and a name written on the first line immediately caught his attention and disturbed his entire mind.

Veled!

How can it be so coincidental?

Could it be God's arrangement...

The man named Velede, is he the only one around here?

Moen's heartbeat suddenly became very fast, and before he could think carefully, he blurted out "Okay".

"Then, thank you for your hard work." Tommy smiled gratifiedly, and patted Moen on the shoulder.

"Are you sure, have you really thought it through?" Shanna seemed to disagree, she gave Moen a hard look and shook her head, and finally said seriously: "Forget it, just be careful. "

Moen nodded, and put the materials into the bag under the different looks of the teachers and the burning gaze of Ferguson.

"I'll get it done," he said firmly.

The church in the Lenvayo neighborhood sits next to the hospital that Moen had visited that morning.

After he was sent back to this familiar place by the carriage assigned by the school, he couldn't help but marvel at the mystery of fate.

I made two or three trips here in just one day.

As a church in a poor area, it has been built to the extreme within its feasible range.

The carriage stopped at the door, Moen carried the luggage he had packed when he rushed back to the dormitory at noon, and knocked on the door of the church.

The internal clergy had already received the news in advance, and a nun stepped forward to warmly receive him and arranged a small room that could be called cozy for him.

She also thoughtfully expressed that Moen would be free to dispose of the remaining half of the day, and that he would officially "start on duty" tomorrow. He could explore the church or nearby neighborhoods in the afternoon to complete the necessary preparations.

More and more, Moen felt that this was not a punishment at all, and the previous disappointment was swept away.

It is very lucky not to have to clean the toilets, not to be trapped in the school, and to have the opportunity to meet Velede.

He packed the luggage and made the bed, then sat at the desk and took out the document to study carefully.

Volunteering in the church is an easy task. It is to take the lead in various activities of the church on weekdays, such as helping with cleaning, assisting people in prayer, preaching some theological knowledge, and so on.

The task of evangelism is usually more difficult.

The popularity rate of faith in the slums is not high, and the church often organizes some missionary lectures, but they are all one-to-many public activities.

It is conceivable that the owners of a group of names that need to be individually added to the necessary contact list are not just unbelievers.

The vast majority of them have an anti-religious attitude, and they may even have committed some bad things-such as making troubles in churches, or throwing rotten eggs when missionaries gave speeches in squares, and so on.

Such people are affectionately called "lost lambs" by Mr. Tommy.

It is very paradoxical that the training center for the poor, a charity school funded exclusively by the church, often cultivates "sheep" who are ungrateful.

Moen was always puzzled before, but he seemed to have a little bit of a wonderful understanding after walking by himself today.

Seeing Veled appear on this list and it was still at the top of the list, Moen felt a little unbelievable on the one hand, and sighed "ah, it really is him" on the other hand.

But he couldn't help being shocked while reading it.

"Waled, male, obstinate, withdrawn and dark, highly dangerous, orphan, birth date is unknown.

He has a history of hurting clergy and stabbed Fr. Griffin in the stomach of the Lenvayo Church with a knife.

He was expelled from the training center for the poor one year ago. Reasons: fighting, destroying idols in the diocese, and contradicting teachers.

Currently living in no fixed place (?), often haunts the Lenvayo neighborhood.

There have been three teaching failure records within one year. "

Moen's eyelids twitched, and he silently folded up the huge amount of information and stuffed it into his notebook.

Then he sat there for a long time before slowly getting up and leaving the room, and walked outside the church.

He was going to meet the legendary high-risk person who had had a "close contact" with him all morning.

Although he had read the appalling information, he didn't feel the slightest fear in his heart. Instead, he felt worried. After all, the other party was a person with no fixed place and was seriously injured.

He didn't know where the confidence came from, he was 100% sure that he would not be hurt.

At least, it is impossible to be hurt by Velede.

……

Facts have proved that Moen's self-confidence is still too blind.

He was hurt by Velede after all.

After wandering around a small block for an afternoon and evening, searching from the sun to the sunset, seeing the clear night sky began to be covered with dark clouds, and a night rain was about to fall, he still didn't find a trace of Velede!

This time his heart was really hurt.

The whole day today has only been in vain, and Moen returned the same way with a frustrated face.

He could see the raindrops starting to fall to the ground, so he had no choice but to give up in order not to be trapped outside by the heavy rain.

Sure enough, as soon as he ran to the door of the church, it rained heavily immediately.

Moen shook the water droplets on his hair, and took a last look at the night view of the rain-shrouded neighborhood. He was about to turn around and go back, but found a dirty ball of hair approaching him through the rain, and finally stopped. He stepped on his feet and rubbed his trousers flatteringly.

Moen was surprised.

That's a cat.

A strange stray cat so wet from the rain that Moen could barely make out the species.

"You don't have a home yet, are you hungry?" Moen's heart softened all of a sudden, he carefully squatted down and picked up the cat, gently wiped the rainwater off its body with his coat, and hugged the cat The cat entered the church and closed the door.

Such a dear cat is wandering, and Moen naturally can't bear to let it wander in the rainy night.

The cat didn't resist. It looked at Moen pitifully, as if talking about something.

Moen walked into the room and put it on top of the coat he had taken off.

He took out a handkerchief and carefully groomed the cat.

The cat was unbelievably obedient, lying obediently on the clothes the whole time, motionless, cute and well-behaved.

"Poor kitten, let me give you a name, just..."

Moen was silent for a while, sighed helplessly, and looked up at the sky.

"Let's call it Velede." He stroked the cat's back and said heavily.