kiss the night

The old woman in the house let out a short exclamation, and then, Yan Zhao heard the sound of ladies' high heels trampling on the floor in a hurry, before he had time to react, the next second, the half-hidden door was opened, and the moonlight poured in instantly Church interior.

Yanzhao's eyes widened, and he saw an extremely handsome man standing in the center of the church. No words could describe his face. Under the faint moonlight, candlelight surrounded him, reflecting his silky hair. He has long pale golden hair, tied loosely at the end with a dark green ribbon, and he is wearing a white headgear with intricate patterns embroidered with gold thread on the edge.

He stood under the vaulted dome of the church painted with religious murals, but he looked more like a god descending on the earth than any of the figures above.

Yan Zhao thought that he had met many outstanding men with Si Qi, but none of them could compare to this one... He didn't know what to call him, maybe he was a priest, Yan Zhao thought to himself.

"Why are you standing in the snow, kid." The man opened his mouth, his voice was clear and steady like running water under ice.

Yan Zhao felt that his legs were walking forward as if they couldn't control him. He couldn't take his eyes off the man, like a bee attracted by pollen. When he came back to his senses, he was already standing At a distance of more than one meter from that person.

This is a safe enough social distance, and it also allows Yan Zhao to see the person's face more clearly.

A pair of glass-bead blue eyes, the blue so pale that it almost melted into the moonlight, and a pair of deep red lips, like the brightest rose in a summer garden.

"Mr. Priest," he murmured.

The man in front of him raised his eyebrows, noncommittal to his address.

Only then did Yan Zhao remember his purpose of coming here. He wanted to ask for some food, but for some reason, when such a handsome priest stood in front of him, his request became difficult to say.

Just when Yan Zhao lowered his head and hesitated, he suddenly felt a gust of wind passing by his side. The next second he raised his head, he saw the priest standing beside him, and the distance between the two was pulled With a fist so close, he even smelled the faint scent of roses on the priest's body in an instant.

Is it...perfume?

Yan Zhao didn't move away immediately. He even reflected in his mind what kind of perfume it was. It was obviously the scent of roses, but it didn't smell like a woman's powder. If he smelled it carefully, it even smelled like green tea. Same faint bitterness.

Unexpectedly, during his trance for a second or two, the man in front of him suddenly tilted his head and approached his neck, making an extremely intimate sniffing motion.

Yan Zhao was so frightened that he jumped aside in panic, like a rabbit kicking its legs in the snow.

"Sir!" He exclaimed, too many things happened tonight, Yan Zhao has already become a scrambler, he staggered backwards, but bumped into the public bench used for worship, fortunately, the priest in front of him reacted very quickly, Before Yan Zhao fell down, he reached out and dragged him back.

Yan Zhao stood up straight in shock, and before he could say "thank you", the man withdrew his hand, walked quickly to the open door, and closed the door with a "bang".

"It will be very cold when the outside wind blows in. In addition, you smell like tobacco." The god-like figure has stood in front of Yan Zhao, with a faint smile on his face, but the words he speaks always have a kind of The taste of blame, "My child, you must know that smoking is never allowed in church, even for rebellious boys."

It was only later that Yan Zhao realized that the priest had smelled tobacco on him just now. He blushed and hurriedly explained: "No, I took a car with a gentleman just now, and this is him. The smell in the car, I... I don't smoke."

"Okay." The priest didn't intend to leave, he just stood in front of Yan Zhao, as if he was sure that he had something to say.

Yan Zhao did have something to say, he swallowed his saliva, and moved his fingers behind his hands: "Mr. Priest, I know that this kind of request may be too much, but...but would you like to give me some food? I mean, just some... I, I'm so hungry."

After finishing speaking, Yan Zhao looked anxiously at the tall man in front of him, for fear that his request would be disgusting.

"For God's sake." Yan Zhao added in a low voice.

For some reason, the priest in front of him suddenly curled his mouth when he heard what he said, as if he heard something funny, he repeated Yan Zhao's words in a low voice: "Oh, for God's sake."

Yan Zhao didn't understand why, thinking that there was something wrong with his words, he looked at the priest in front of him puzzled.

Before he finished struggling, he heard the priest say: "Eileen, come out."

Is there anyone else in the room?

Yanzhao looked around, and suddenly saw a little girl about nine or ten years old coming out of nowhere, with flaxen long curly hair, wearing a floral dress and a cashmere cape, blinking at the priest in front of her. With the same blue eyes, he raised his head and smiled at Yan Zhao, like a delicate doll.

This is... Mr. Priest's daughter?Yanzhao didn't know if the priest here could get married and have children, so he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only whisper hello to the little girl.

"Honey, you are so shy." The little girl grabbed Yan Zhao's clothes, shook her little hands, licked her lips with her tongue, and smiled, "I smell hunger on you."

Yanzhao didn't know if the phrase "darling" was too kind. He had only come to this new city for only a few months, and he didn't think he had fully understood the context of the foreign language, so he could only smile and give The strange girl responded.

"Eileen, don't make trouble." The priest standing aside said, "Go get some food for this child."

This kind of address is even more weird, calling a little girl under ten years old by name, but calling Yan Zhao, who is already full, "child".

Yan Zhao had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "Sir, my name is Yan Zhao."

The priest stood in front of him and nodded: "Are you an adult?"

"Yes."

Europeans and Americans always can't recognize the age of Asians. Since moving to Renal City, Yan Zhao has been asked the same question countless times, so he doesn't think that the priest's question is special.

After all, he is the one who asks for others, and he should answer all the questions of the other party in order to let him take him in for the night... Yes, it is too late, obviously there is no way to rush back to the apartment at this time, Yan Zhao has already Si Qi's anger could be expected the next day, and he only hoped that the other party would stop stealing his food... He was really hungry, and he didn't understand how hunger was such a fatal thing for him thing.

The questioning of the priest is still not over.

"On such a Christmas Eve, who on earth would drive a beautiful child like you out of the house?"

I don't know if it was Yan Zhao's illusion, but he always felt that when the priest asked this sentence, there was a narrow smile in his eyes, but the smile disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the man's gentle concern expression.

Yan Zhao didn't know how to bring up the relationship between Si Qi and himself, what he had to say...

"I had a fight with my friend." He put his head down and lied.

"girlfriend?"

"No, it's not." Yan Zhao lowered his head even lower.

He heard the priest in front of him suddenly laugh twice: "Then, it should be my boyfriend."

"Sir!" He raised his head in panic, looking at the huge cross erected at the back of the church, "Mr. Priest, please stop saying that."

"Oh, Father." The man in front of him repeated again, and he shook his head with a chuckle, "Maybe I should say, God will forgive you."

Just as the two of them were talking, Elena came to Yan Zhao with a silver tray.

Fresh steak and roast chicken, and a glass of wine-like drink next to it, although the portion is not too much, but in the eyes of Yan Zhao who is extremely hungry, this is simply a gift from Dionysus!When he saw these foods, he almost lost his ability to think, and sat at the table without hesitation to eat them.

The high-calorie stuff entered the stomach, and the whole person felt like soaking in hot springs. It was only at this time that Yan Zhao felt that he was really alive, the blood flowed to the limbs, every pore was relaxed, and even produced a feeling of stepping on floating clouds. hallucinations.

When he came to his senses again, there was not much food left on the plate, the bones of the chicken had been picked clean, and they were placed in a mess around the plate, the whole steak went into his stomach, and the knife and fork in his hand was gone. Hardly touched, Yan Zhao knew how embarrassing he was eating without thinking about it.

It was as if someone had hit him with a sap on the head.

What the hell, how could he show such a disrespectful look in front of strangers, the remorse poured out from the sky and hung around his neck, making it almost impossible for Yan Zhao to raise his head.

He remembered what Si Qi said: "Yan Zhao, you look like a lowly stray dog ​​when you eat, I really don't know why our family raised you, a monster who can't control your appetite."

Monster... He didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of such a kind priest who gave him food.

"Hahahaha!"

The corner of the clothes was pulled, and in the next second, Elena collapsed into Yan Zhao's arms laughing, the girl's innocent smile made Yan Zhao feel even more ashamed, and he kept apologizing.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Priest, I'm sorry..."

"Honey, you are so cute." Elena climbed onto Yan Zhao's body along his legs, pulled Yan Zhao's collar, kissed him on the left cheek, and turned her head to face the priest in front of her Said, "Laurentine, I like him."

"Eileen, get off him." The priest who was called Laurentine spoke. There was no smile on his face, but his tone was not severe.

However, when Elena heard him speak, she still curled her lips, and she was extremely reluctant to climb off Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhao was suddenly kissed on the face, and was stunned for a while, and said embarrassingly: "It's okay, Elena is still a child."

"Oh." There was a sneer in Mr. Father's throat, but he quickly recovered his polite smile, "If you are full, I don't mind keeping someone here for one night, after all, it's so late, and It's cold outside, and I don't think you can start home at this time."

"Yes, sir, it would be the best if it can be done like this." Yan Zhao once again thanked the priest for his kindness, not only didn't care about his vulgar eating, he was even willing to let him stay here overnight.

"A nun will take you to the room." After Laurentine's voice fell, a nun in a black dress had already appeared at the side door of the church.

Yan Zhao didn’t want to disturb any more, so he turned around and followed the nun to the backyard. The temperature outside was still very low, but perhaps because he was full, Yan Zhao no longer felt the cold unbearable, and he followed the nun all the way to wear clothes. Pass through the magnificently decorated corridor and come to an attic behind.

The nun held a lamp in her hand and remained silent the whole time, not even looking up at him.

And it wasn't until he arrived at the room where Yan Zhao was going to stay tonight that he saw the nun's face clearly. For some reason, the nun's face was pale, and she looked at Yan Zhao with inexplicable fear, which made him Yan Zhao felt very unbelievable.

"Thank you." He thanked politely.

The nun bowed her body, said nothing, and was about to leave with her head down.

By coincidence, Yan Zhao stopped her: "Wait, ma'am."

The nun stopped where she was, the lamp in her hand trembling slightly.

Yan Zhao became even more strange: "Are you afraid?"

The nun shook her head, walked quickly, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.