Chapter 1591 You Are My Faith (3)

"You seem to like this painting very much?"

An old voice sounded, and someone came to his side.

It was the wheelchair that stopped.

The little boy wearing a hat suddenly lowered his head in panic.

He shrank to the side as if he was a little afraid of the stranger's approach.

He didn't say anything and seemed very wary of him.

The old man was wearing a neat suit and had gray hair. He looked to be in his eighties or nineties.

He was sitting in a wheelchair and looking at the picture.

The Picture of God's Gift is the largest portrait in the exhibition hall, occupying almost the entire wall.

Located in the center of the exhibition hall, everyone who comes to visit can notice this picture at the first time.

The old man's face was very old, as if he had gone through many vicissitudes of life.

But his cloudy eyes were still filled with awe of God and endless piety.

He is also a believer in God and believes in God.

Looking at the lifelike image, he asked: "Child, do you believe...that there is God in this world?"

The little boy wearing the hat said nothing.

Obviously he is very timid and wants to stand far away.

But for some reason, he still stayed in front of the huge portrait.

Refuse to leave.

Looking at that portrait from time to time, it seems...

really like.

The old man's gaze shifted to him.

For such a timid child, he seemed very kind.

"Don't be afraid, kid, I'm not a bad person."

"Do you also like this painting?"

"..." The little boy lowered his head, fussing with his clothes and saying nothing.

On the extremely beautiful face, the soft pink lips were slightly pursed.

Those unusually clean light golden eyes were staring at the ground quietly.

It seemed like he was a little afraid of him.

The old man chuckled. Although he never spoke, for some reason, he always felt that he was very kind to him.

People can't help but want to get close to him.

The old man said: "If you like this painting so much, would you like... Grandpa to tell you a story?"

"It's about God and the Angel of Cecia. Very few people know this story. It was passed down from generation to generation by grandfather's grandfather's grandfather. I wonder if you want to hear it?"

The young boy lowered his head, his soft and long eyelashes trembling.

The movement of fixing the hem of his clothes also stopped for a moment.

After hesitating for a long time, he cautiously glanced at the old man like a gentle and timid little white rabbit.

seem……

I am very interested in the Angel of Cecia.

The old man smiled kindly, raised his head again, and looked at the huge portrait.

Slowly remembering...

That distant and ancient story.

"Legend has it that God loves Cecia very much. He will hold her in his arms every day and every night, no matter where he goes, and give her the safest shelter."

"And Cecia, relying on God's favor, acted freely in heaven without any scruples."

"One day, God was meditating and thinking about the order of the world, but the Angel of Cecia felt bored."

"So, on a whim, she pestered God and offered to play a game with him."

"This game is..."

Halfway through what he was saying, the old man paused for a while, as if he was deliberately trying to whet his appetite.

"..." The snow-white and beautiful young man slowly raised his head before he could hear the sound.

Those two clean and soft eyes, like light gold, looked straight at him.

Under the cover of the hat, no one noticed that there was a very shallow mark on his white ears.

It was like... being bitten by a demon.