Everyone said Mrs. May was crazy!

She took the child from the priest's hand, held it like a baby, and said in her characteristic gentle tone: "Baby, you are my dear baby"

She sang as she spoke, "Sleep, sleep, my dear darling; Mommy's hands gently shake you; The cradle rocks you, go to sleep quickly; How quiet it was at night, how warm it was in Mom's arms......"

Everyone was stunned to see Mrs. Mei walk out with the child in her arms, and Master Mei did not come to his senses, blindly walked back with his legs on his legs, and a group of people left the church in a noisy.

The priest drew a cross on his chest and said with relief: "Thank God".

Then, he set his sights on one of the rooms inside.

Ordinary people do not notice that there is a small room in this room, with high little windows, not much bigger than a rat hole, and a woman has set up a stool, standing on it, her eyes wide, motionless, and not breathing, watching everything that is happening outside.

This eerie, terrifying, distorted face appeared at the window opening, clinging to the window railing. She let out a terrible laugh and shouted, "Oh, retribution! ”

She got off the stool and watched as another woman dressed like a female soldier hugged Helen! The three female soldiers are dressed in the same way, each with a single braid, a red head rope, a silver hairpin, red clothes, and black boots, which is quite heroic.

This child, who everyone was looking for everywhere, was actually here, sleeping quietly, with tears on his white and tender face.

Her dry, rough hands caressed the child, touched gently, kissed her with her dark purple lips, and loved her little hands as much as her mother. Helen was awakened by this strange intimacy, and when she opened her eyes, she burst into tears of fright at the sight of this horrified, distorted face.

This cry may have awakened some kind of toxin in the woman's body. She crouched down in sudden pain, her chin resting on her knees, her arms crossed and clasped tightly in front of her chest, and she was curled up in a ball, a black coarse cloth gown enveloping her whole body, and her gray hair falling from the front, covering her face, and dragging her legs to the ground.

She is like some kind of half-yin and half-yang monster, an inclusion of the real and the unreal, the dark and the dust. Under such a package, it is almost impossible to tell that it is an emaciated form. Under her robe, a pair of bare feet were faintly revealed, covered with wounds and bloodstains, which made people shudder.

"God, have mercy on this hateful soul," said the priest, taking a painkiller from his bosom and giving it to her.

The female soldier stepped forward to stop him, "Foreign devil, you want to poison our boss?" ”

"Give it to me, forgive him and don't dare." The woman took the medicine, took a sip of water, and tilted her head back and took it. After a while, the medicine worked.

The priest moved a stool and sat facing the woman.

The priest opened a small music box, and a Snow White-like doll kept spinning, carrying a kind of music that a woman had never heard before.

She was immediately drawn to the music and listened carefully. The music rose and fell calmly, drifting to her ears in the air illuminated by rays of sunlight, and the melody was low, sweet, and melancholy.

The priest held out his hands and took the woman's lonely hands, not making her feel threatened.

When she felt his warmth, the expression on her face was no longer stiff and dazed, her body trembled slightly, her hands covered her eyes, and she raised her head.

There was some indescribable excitement in her heart, and she was once again moved by the emotions that lurked in the music, and if there was no other reason for the excitement in her heart than to tell the priest about the lost memories sadly, she should have wanted to pay high respect to God.

The notes seemed to dance in the air, and she couldn't help but look up and listen to the melody lingering in the air. Her face glowed with some radiance, and the sunlight that penetrated through her illuminated her face.

Her eyes seemed to follow the sunlight out of the small room, to the grass outside the church, where the dew on the blades of grass glistened in the sunlight, and in the pleasant light the leaves looked greener and the flowers more vivid, and the water of the small pool was blown by the wind and made a clattering sound, and the breeze whispered among the leaves, and the birds stood in rows on the branches of the great trees, and the larks sang merrily for the soft and pleasant day.

The ants in the meadow start a busy day's work, butterflies flap their wings and bask in the warm sunshine, and colorful little insects extend their transparent wings and wander around lazily, enjoying the moment even if life is short.

This woman, as if out of her body, followed the magic released by the priest's blue eyes, and walked forward with joy, and her life was suddenly full of brilliance and brightness.

"What's your name?"

"Autumn girl!" The woman replied.

"Tell me what that merciless bad luck has done!" The priest looked at the woman he had hypnotized, "Who destroyed your tranquility and kindness and made you like this?" ”

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