Cill stopped.
Moved to the church to live That's right.
Why didn't she think of this?
If she moved to the church, not only would she not have to work, but she would also be able to eat and wear, so what's the difference?
Cill turned to look at Annesse, obviously happy but reluctant, and said, "Well, I'm willing to move to the church." ” "Oh."
Anisser laughed very happily, walked up to her, put his arm around her shoulder, looked at her and said happily, "I'm so glad you moved into the church, Miss." ” "Ahh Anisser remembered something very important and couldn't wait to ask her, "Can you tell me what your name is, Miss?"
"Well, my name is Sylliste."
"Sylliste is like an angel's name."
Anisser praised her name while saying, "Ciel, my name is Aniser Betiffen." ” "Got it."
Annecy took her by the arm, led her forward, and said happily, "Go dear, let me take you to the church." ” A week later.
Cill was now standing under a large banyan tree in the church, kicking the dirt on the ground, his little face wrinkled and sullen.
She's angry about something It's not that she's angry, life here is tens of millions of miles away from what she imagined.
At first, she thought that moving to the church as a nun was no different from her being a nun in China, just praying and chanting scriptures every day, cleaning the surroundings in her free time, and standing outside the church door on weekends to greet the worshippers who came to pray.
But being a nun in this church is terrible.
Every day after 3 p.m., she and the other nuns went to the dilapidated open-air shelter to help the refugees who had fled from neighboring countries.
Those refugees 90 were all wounded, such as being splashed on the skin by the sparks of shells when fleeing, causing the skin to suppurate and rot, or being shot, arrows and the like, lying on the ground one by one, if they didn't shout pain or something like that, they thought they were dead bodies all over the ground.
Her job is to assist the doctors at the aid station to treat the refugees, and after the doctors amputate the limbs, she is responsible for bandaging the wounds of the refugees, and she is not idle when the doctors go to dispense medicines, and she has to apply painkillers to the patients whose skin is splashed and rotten by sparks, so that the patients will suffer less pain.
As soon as she thought of those bloody and stinking pictures, her chest was uncomfortable, and she was very angry.
She thought to herself as she kicked hard at the dirt on the ground.
I knew that coming here to be a nun would do such dirty and tiring work, and she would not come to kill her She would rather stay in the bakery for the rest of her life than come here, and bandaging the refugees was 10,000 times more tiring than working in the bakery No way.
She had to find a way out of the church.
She didn't want to be an angel at the aid station again Aid station.
Dozens of refugees who had fled from a foreign country were lying on the ground in the open air, all in agony, the smell of potion and the smell of rotting flesh and blood in the air, and the two smells were so disgusting that one wanted to bend down and vomit.
Cill was walking among the refugees with the hem of her nun's dress, her face wrinkled sullenly.
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