Human dimension reduction

In order to protect the privacy and identity of the confessor, most of the confession rooms in the church are built narrow and closed, like small boxes with three-dimensional squares, with a door in the middle and very small windows. The priest and the confessor are on one side. You can also choose to close the window, even the priest does not know who is opposite.

After the coronation of Queen Adele, Paris seemed to return to its former bustle. The radical National Assembly and the aristocrats struggled to find a balance point. The puppet of the game.

The queen moved back to the Palace of Versailles with her own advisory group, the people of Paris became bolder, and started to have fun again, and there were more people in the Notre-Dame Cathedral, and people often came to the confessional.

Sitting in a dark cubicle, Petrosa sent away a thankful female believer. He heard the small wooden door on the opposite side creak open. He counted. In order to protect the privacy of the penitent, he needed to count all He can only go out after a hundred strokes.

But just after counting to twenty, the wooden door on the opposite side made a slight noise, followed by a click, and the buckle on the door closed.

There was a calm breathing sound from another person in the cabin.

Petrosa waited quietly.

A kind of soothing silence flows in the small dark compartment. In the darkness where the appearance cannot be seen, no matter how vigilant and sensitive people are, they will involuntarily relax and face the most authentic self calmly.

"Have you anything to confess to Heavenly Father?"

The priest asked softly through a wooden board.

There was a long silence on the opposite side, and then there was a beautiful and moving voice like a girl's nightingale: "I'm not here to confess, I want to get an answer."

As if moved by the girl's gentle and clear voice, everyone will involuntarily begin to imagine the face of the girl behind the partition. She must have a soft pink face like a rose, blue eyes as transparent as crystals, and sunshine-like eyes. As if in order not to frighten the flower kissed by an angel, the priest lowered his voice slightly: "What do you want to ask Heavenly Father?"

The girl's voice sounded immediately after his words, with a kind of aggressive urgency: "I want to know, are people born with sins? Why are they divided into grades and grades? We are told that all the sufferings experienced in a lifetime It's all to redeem my sins, so that I can ascend to the Kingdom of God after death, so who is it that judged me guilty?"

These unorthodox words were thrown out like a cannonball, obviously she had thought about it countless times, she didn't know how long these words had tortured her in her heart, maybe every day and night made her so painful that she couldn't sleep.

"Are you questioning the Heavenly Father?" The priest's voice was still soft, but the meaning in the sentence was filled with thunderous power.

The girl's question sounds innocent and cute, but every sentence and every question is straightforward enough to question the supreme god almost sharply.

"People are born with sins. The first ancestor rebelled against God's command and was expelled from the first and last paradise. His sins were borne by future generations. This is the original sin of betraying God, and it is shared by all mankind; because our ancestors Do good deeds or evil deeds, so the new family members have to accept the consequences of these good deeds and evil deeds, including being graded by the rules of the world; with the supreme mercy and wisdom, the Heavenly Father has insight into the fate of all people and judges them The punishment that needs to be accepted is to use suffering to wash away the original and real sins that he carries, so that he can go where he should go after death.”

The priest's answer was smooth and neat, and the obscure scriptures were like a child's bedtime story in his mouth, which he picked up at will.

"That's what the Holy See said."

However, at the end, he added such a meaningless comment.

"May I hear your thoughts, confused traveler?" The priest smiled, his eyes fell on the thin wooden board, as if he could see through the board and see the lonely and slender figure behind him.

"Me?——I don't know..." The other party was obviously flustered for a moment, and even stood up subconsciously, and the wooden stool made a harsh, short, sharp sound on the ground.

"No, you know, you have thought about these problems countless times, in those sleepless nights, in the corners where no one can see during the day, when you see some people and things, when you are walking, and when you are singing , When being watched and watched by others...you already have your own answer, dear."

The priest's voice became lower and lower, more and more urgent, like a storm hitting the only swallow in the sky, trying to tear its wings and peel off the layer of gorgeous glossy wings. The choir in the lobby is still rehearsing The holy hymn, the clear and bright voice of the child lifted the clouds upward, and the ethereal overlapping echoes swirled and flew up, the gentleness made this dark and narrow dark corner even more cramped.

Tossing and turning with blood is not worthy of appearing in bright sunlight, only darkness and loneliness can accommodate painful questions that cannot exist in the world.

"you're right."

The delicate girlish voice has changed imperceptibly, the sweet and affectionate stickiness has decreased, the ending sound and tone have been flattened, so that kind of delicate girlish feeling has disappeared suddenly, and the sweet and gentle cute girl in the imagination has also become more For calm older women.

"They sold me to merchants, who imprisoned me in wooden cages for dogs. The wood of the cages was dark brown, and it tasted salty when licked. It smelled like a mixture of human blood and dog blood. You can rely on this to numb the sense of taste. Then there will be trainers to select children, pick out those children with good aptitude, polish and cut them, and sell them to people with special preferences.”

Compared to reminiscing, she is more like telling a story, a story that she has chewed over and over again, until the flesh and blood are shriveled and shriveled, every fiber can no longer touch any bone marrow, every inch of the heart The gullies and pus were all squeezed out, and the flesh was carefully torn apart to grope for what was inside—until she got used to these pasts so that they could no longer be the nightmare that kept her awake at night.

"When I was locked in a cage, I was thinking why it was me; when I was being whipped and starved, I was still thinking why it was me; when I was bullied by noble lords and priests, I was also asking why it was me , the nobleman said, because he spent money to buy me, only bad children would be abandoned and sold, and it was all my fault; the priest said, because this is the ordeal given to me by the Lord, I must accept it with gratitude.”

The priest twitched his eyebrows, but he suppressed it forcibly, and commented lightly without any emotion: "The Lord is really a bad person."

"That's right," the girl opposite smiled and sighed, "If people have to go through such things to atone for their sins, then is this god a god or a devil?"

She suddenly changed the subject: "They only rely on God's permission to obtain the pleasure and enjoyment they want. Why should they declare me guilty? God loves the world, so why doesn't he love me alone? It can be seen that people all want to go to the Kingdom of God. , It is no longer the real kingdom of God."

A snow-white slender hand grasped the grille of the cubicle window, that hand was so white and bright, like a slender and pure lily blooming in the dark lattice room.

"Then why do they use the name of God to chew on me, spy on me, and sentence me?"

"No one can take away my last thing, whether it is a god or a demon."

The indistinguishable voice was like a dream, and the soul sleeping in his own country was covered with bruises, and was finally forced to wake up.

"I am here to confess my sinful life, please sentence me for my rebellion, infidelity, and disrespect. I accept the punishment of the saint, but——"

"Those who condemn me shall be burned with fire to prove their own innocence."

She finally said her concluding remarks quietly, and exhaled a long, gentle breath.

"Those who dare to persist in themselves will eventually be rewarded by fate."

Petrosa omitted the original sentence "May the Lord bless you", raised his hand, touched the fingers holding the fence, and gently rubbed the index finger, middle finger, From the ring finger to the sensitive little finger at the end, turn the palm slowly, and insert fingers into each other's fingers one by one, like an elderly father or a loving mother comforting his son, with an indescribably weird and ambiguous feeling.

Only a lover would rub their fingers like this, sliding and climbing up the palm, all the sensitive nerves of the whole body were grasped by the fingertips cruising in the palm, without any other movements or physical contact, separated by a layer of wood, solemn and dignified The priest and the devout believer simply touched their hands through the fence——

Although this "one look" is a bit long, it is understandable and acceptable.

That hand gently shook the believer's hand, as if it was just to give her hope to move forward, just like a butterfly about to spread its wings and fly away, but the lily-like fingers turned back at this moment, taking off the harmless and pure frailty, like a poisonous snake It's like clinging to a butterfly that is about to fly away.

The eunuch stripped off the camouflage and leaned towards the dimly lit window, revealing that extremely beautiful face--seeing this face suddenly, in the place where light and dark meet, there is a feeling of seeing a voluptuous ghost who tore apart the dream and came to reality Illusion, mixed gender and indistinguishable face stuck to Petrosha's hand, a pair of dreamlike purple pupils staring at the priest from bottom to top from a suggestive angle, soaked in the aroma of hookah all the year round with his Close to the surroundings, the scents of roses, pink pepper, and tree plum blossoms permeate, and their breaths are so close that they are intertwined at the moment.

The beautiful eunuch turned his face sideways, imprinted his lips on the back of the priest's hand, and kissed down little by little along his fingers, as if it was just a careless touch, but it also contained a sense of crazy temptation, looming reserved and seductive, and was used by him The use of eyes is perfect.

This is a natural stunner, no one knows how to capture a person's heart and arouse a person's desire better than him.

"I declare to you that I am about to commit an unforgivable sin, my lord priest, will you arrest me?"

The moist and warm kiss fell on the slightly cold skin, and the eunuch's breath was lighter than the whispers of lovers.

No one can refuse him.

The priest may be an exception, he is not sure, considering that the impromptu idea a few days ago did not achieve the desired effect, but... maybe?

Petrosa suddenly reversed his wrist, pinched Elianola's chin, and pulled him closer to him, carefully examining the eunuch's face as if meeting him for the first time.

The eunuch who was suddenly interrupted didn't have any resistance, he almost obediently exposed his neck to the other party, the appearance of lifting his chin was no different from that of a captured beautiful butterfly.

He is indeed a butterfly, a butterfly that has been caught, groomed, and admired countless times by people. People put on it the most glorious and glorious crown in the world, and dedicated to it the name of the magnificent and extravagant capital. Praise its beauty beyond the world.

The priest finally spoke.

He lightly pressed his lips against the eunuch's fingertips, lovingly imprinting a kiss that was not considered a kiss.

"I wish to be your accomplice, my dear Paris."