A veteran soldier thought that he could spend his old age peacefully, but he did not expect to be involved in the dispute of the monastery, Matt wanted to borrow the hand of the "captain" to get rid of the old owner, did not expect the East Window incident... After all, it is still old and spicy, and after several tangled decisions, the veteran finally made up his mind...
First, the orphans of the chaotic world
On the banks of the Rhine lived a veteran named John. He asked for nothing more than three meals a day. The following year, a terrifying event occurred, the Black Death swept across Europe, the infirm died one after another, and the able-bodied people went into the church to pray to the Holy Christ the Lord Jesus. Subsequently, various sects of religion arose. Ignorant religious leaders repulsed each other, and after months of strife, some religions perished with the Black Death. The whole of Europe was in chaos, full of uprooted people.
John adopted two orphans in succession. The older one, called Maggie, was separated from her family after the plague, but then Maggie's family gave the veteran a considerable sum of money and took Maggie; the younger one was called Maggie, and she did not remember her family, because when the veteran found her, she was still lying peacefully in her swaddling and sleeping peacefully.
In this way, John still had three meals a day and had nothing else to ask for, and gradually Madera grew old, john grew old, and everything was a little weak, and he even watched as Madeo was taken away by the nuns.
...... Time flies, years later. Old John snuggled up in the doorway, he curled up, looking into the distance from time to time, and as the night began to fall, John shook his body and was about to turn around and go home:
"Excuse me, sir!" A gruff voice came from behind him: "You are John. J. Brian? [Prayer]
"I think so." John looked at him confusedly, and he was also well aware that no one but his deceased parents knew his full name: "Are you...?" "[Nose picking]
"Come, here," the middle-aged man said, lifting the bronzed box and signaling him to come over here to speak. "[Witty]
"Do you remember the Battle of Bright?"
"Remember, that battle was hailed as the Battle of Light, and many people died when it was won."
"If I remember correctly, you have a scar on your right leg."
"Yeah, I was wounded too, my soldiers were killed, and I kept blaming myself for it, and if it wasn't for me, things wouldn't have been like this, and then I was carried to the hospital by a correspondent..." John began to choke.
"No, General, you should know very well that the price of war is either your death or my death, by the way, sir, do you remember the name of the correspondent?"
"This is the man whose death is also unforgettable, his name is George. Matt. ”
"If you see him again, will you still recognize him?"
John shook his head, "I'm old. [Tears]
"I'm Matt, George. Matt"
John looked at the burly man in front of him, "You're Matt?" ”[what]
"Well, yes, yes. I was the correspondent of that year. In order to lure the enemy away to save you, I deliberately changed into Colonel Horton's clothes, and then saved you, after you were hospitalized, I began to drift everywhere, the Military Aircraft Department learned that I mistakenly thought of me as the dead Colonel Horton, and promoted to the rank, but it was not me, and then introduced me to the Monastery of Pluto, where I found a leisure job - driving for the Dean, but within a few years the Dean died of lung cancer, and then the Black Death, only then the Monastery was toyed with and manipulated by the Dean's wife. What a holy place, and later caught a little girl named Madraux..."
"Madraux? Her hair was blond and somewhat curly. There was also a crimson birthmark on his cheek..." John interrupted him at once, stunned.
"Yes, yes, it is because of her that I can find you." Matt was visibly excited: "Thank God, you still have such a fresh memory of the past. God..." Matt began to mutter on one knee against the wall.
John looked at him and didn't know what to say.
Matt finished praying, "Captain, I'm here for you. ”
"Me?"
"Hmmm"
"What's the swelling?"
"Everything has to start from..."
There were fewer pedestrians on the road, and the wind whistled through the streets and alleys, sweeping the ugliness of the world for a new day. John led Matt into his "cabin." He took out the only piece of bread to fill Matt's hunger, "I don't have anything here, not even a dry beer." ”
"No, no, General. Thank you for your affection and generosity, it was enough for me, and besides, I have never eaten such a delicious bread. God forbid. ”
A few days later, the carriage rutted through the streets of Rochester, moored at the gates of Pluto Abbey. The nuns stopped what they were doing and looked at the new dean. Matt opened the door for him very gently. The man was seventy miles away, but still in good spirits and well-proportioned. Dressed in an enviable tuxedo, that mature face must be a masterpiece of God's ingenuity, and the body exudes noble aristocratic blood... The nuns greeted him one after another and bowed their knees to him, and he nodded slightly in respect.
"Dear Sir, this monastery was founded in the middle of the last century and has gone through twelve abbots..."
"Oh, then I'm the thirteenth." Seriously, I haven't seen you funny in a few years. ”
"No, there is no thirteenth here, and even if he had, he would have hung up." Matt said respectfully.
"Well, that's right. Let's go, take me to see. ”
Matt ordered and led the abbot into the monastery, "You are doing well, General. ”
"Thank you for your care"
"Where. The supreme abbot's wife was in charge of this place and made it a miasma of smoke. Treating these poor children as a tool for enrichment, this odious woman, which the council of the monastery could not tolerate, was later deliberated and deprived of her administrative powers, but she offered her a condition that her daughter be admitted to the monastery. Everyone had no idea. Now it's up to you to decide. ”
John thought, "Well, I'd like to hear what people have to say about this." ”
As he spoke, a panicked man ran over and shouted, "Lord Matt, you..." He looked at John next to him.
"Speak, Edmund, what makes you so frightened, Almighty will surely bless the world." Matt was actually a little angry and roared, "This is our new dean." Turning to the new dean, his tone seemed much more humble.
"The nun you asked me to look for left the convent yesterday and found this by her pillow."
Matt took the letter, and John sensed an indescribable panic in Matt's eyes: "What's the matter?" ”
"No, no, it's impossible." Matt didn't slack off and handed the letter to John.
He opened the letter.
"To the Honourable Dean,
I was a lonely petrel. When the storm came, I snuggled up to my mother's side, sucking on the sweet milk, and when the storm struck again, it washed away me and my family, and then I had a new home, where I felt everyone's meticulous care, but the grace of the dripping water was repaid by the spring. Today I can finally spread my wings and fly to the sea.
Maxwell"
John read the letter, "My poor child, who has put on such a wounded cloak for you, if it is the fault of the Father, I am willing to spend the rest of my life to pay for the mistakes I have committed..." Matt on the side, as if he had made some mistake, clutched what little hair was left: "How can this be, how can it be swollen?" Edmund, send someone to find her, be sure to find her, even in the sky to get her back to me. Matt squirted his saliva as he exclaimed, "No, no, not scratching, respectful please, understand?" ”
"Well, got it. It was respectfully caught back. Edmund said triumphantly.
"Yes please, please?" You know please? You eat chaff stuff. Apparently Matt was a little angry.
John looked at Edmund, "Go and do your business, and as for Madraux she will be back." You don't have to look for it. Then he turned to Matt, "Matt, come and introduce me to me." ”
Matt led John as he introduced himself as he spun between floors.
"Your office is on the east side of the second floor, and for work matters, you can find Mrs. Moore, who is in charge of all the materials for the convent. And Margrethe takes care of your life. Your room is in the bungalow next to the monastery, with the old priest Walmar, well, it's time for lunch, let's go! ”
The morning sun once again sprinkled her radiance into the world, and John took the monastery material from Mrs. Moore's hand and read it carefully,
"Mrs. Moore?"
"Yes, Mr. Dean."
"How long have you been in charge of the monastery's materials?"
"Maybe eight or nine years!" Mrs. Moore put down her hands.
"Yes! Please bring the file of the former dean and the file about him, I need to know about it. ”
Moore stood tall, not knowing where to look. Panicking and stepping on the chair, he took out a paper bag from the cabinet, "This, this is." There was a slight tremor in his words.
John looked at it, "Mrs. Moore, this is not his file, how could it be Mrs. Dean's?" Well, save me the need to look for it later. John got up and made a cup of coffee, "Mrs. Moore, I'll clean my office myself, and I'll wrap up and store this Scavenger, and put away all these antiques, and I'd prefer to keep a few pots of chrysanthemums, and take away a few cigars from my drawer!" ......”
"But, Mr. Dean, these were all sent by the townspeople."
"Then tell them not to send these precious things in the future." And, Mrs. Moore, do you know the daughter of the former dean? ”
"She was a poor child, she had been plagued since she was a child, and her father had died a few years ago." Moore said sadly: "Her name is Elgar, she has been strictly disciplined since childhood, she is a very attentive girl, and later went to study at Cape Town Women's University, graduated early due to her excellent grades, and plans to come to our convent, what do you think?" ”
……
"Bells... The door opened and Matt came in. Seeing Moore and nodding slightly to him, Moore returned the salute and hurried out with a pile of information.
"Mr. Dean, Elgar wants to see you, she's outside the door."
"Tell her to come in!"
Matt also went out. After a while, a gorgeously dressed woman came in. John carefully took her in large numbers. She took off her hat — her jet-black hair was silky and silky, falling behind her, a pair of dark blue eyes shining like stars, and the mole at the corner of her mouth showed a noble temperament... Although the sunlight did not fully shine in, her face had begun to reflect, what a beautiful face! John looked at her, and she was so mesmerizing that she seemed to have seen it somewhere, "Sit down, Elgar, have you ever been in contact with children before?" "John had thought Elgar would notice the footprints on the chair...
"Nothing!"
"Oh! So is there any way you can make kids behave better? ”
"I think they should be kicked in the ass."
"Oh, do you have any thoughts about the aftermath of the monastery?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, well. I'm going out to renovate the outer walls of the monastery, do you have anything else to do? ”
"Can you make me assistant dean?" I can give you money. ”
"Oh, you go and ask Matt about this, if you really have the money to help those poor people, they need help even more..."
"They...? They are moths, and it is not enough to give them much, and they are always endless. ”
"All right, go ahead, Elgar. I'll discuss your business with Matt. ”
End of chapter I. The sea is originally calm, but people's desires will make waves. Faced with such a mess, John how to deal with it. He looked at the man in front of him who was about to work with him. Matt, Edmund, Moore, Elgar, and his colleagues who had never been seen. They each have their own original intentions. But, none of it has anything to do with it...