When Chen Yan arrived at No. 791 Birmingham Street South, the sky had begun to light up on a large scale. Even if there was coal ash and haze, there would still be some sunlight shining through the haze and spreading to the earth, dispersing the frozen city.

Haze in the corner.

No. 791 Birmingham Street is a three-story villa with an independent courtyard, which contains a flowerbed filled with snow and a pine tree that is taller than the villa. Such a pine tree is almost a standard feature for the middle-class people on Birmingham Street.

Chen Yan saw the prayer bell representing the choir on the top of the pine tree, which showed that this family is a believer in the [Holy Light]——

Like most of the middle class in the empire, they must also attribute part of the reason why they enjoy a privileged life to the omnipotent [Holy Light].

He rang the doorbell, and soon a servant appeared.

That was an old man with a slight lame leg.

"May I ask you are?"

Although the old man is lame, his back is straight and his eyes are neither humble nor arrogant.

"I am the missionary of Andil's chapel. I heard that someone in your family has suffered a misfortune. Father Andile sent me to pray for him."

There is no time like this to pray...

Although the old man had doubts in his heart, he thought of the misfortunes his master had suffered and how the mistress had been crying all day, so he sighed and said, "May the Holy Light protect us, please come in."

Although Father Andile's name is very useful, the old man does not believe in that lie. His life experience tells him that lies are everywhere.

But at this juncture, it doesn't matter if it's just a liar, used to coax the mistress who is in despair.

After all, a liar's mouth is much stronger than that of a clumsy ordinary person like him.

The old man looked at Chen Yan with a cold look in his eyes.

But if this person has evil intentions, he must protect his wife and children from being bullied for his master.

Chen Yan followed the old man into the house and saw a soul-keeping lamp lit in the house. The choir convinced the people that the light was a kind of holy light, which could protect the departed soul from being invaded by evil spirits, so that they could return more safely.

Holy Light Will.

Sitting slumped in front of the soul-keeping lamp was a Rook woman dressed in black. She had thick dark circles under her eyes, looking straight at the photo of the man next to the soul-keeping lamp, her eyes empty.

In the photo, there is a Rook man who does not look handsome. He has a lot of pockmarks on his face, but his facial features are quite regular. The gentleman's clothes he wears make him look much better.

This is the deer.

"Hello, madam, I am here to pray for the deceased gentleman at the request of Father Andile."

When the woman heard his voice, she raised her face, and finally there was a trace of emotion in her empty eyes.

There was a trace of complex emotions that Chen Yan couldn't understand.

She made a "mysterious" expression, covered her mouth with both hands, leaving only a tiny gap on her fingertips, and whispered:

"Actually, my husband is not dead!"

The old man on the side couldn't hold it any longer and hurriedly said to Chen Yan: "Madam is too sad and her spirit is abnormal! Please pray for her as soon as possible!"

Chen Yan grabbed her hand.

If the old man hadn't heard what he said next, he would have almost kicked him.

"I believe what you say."

He winked at her.

"I believe he is still alive."

As if she saw the sincerity in his eyes, a glimmer of light shone in the woman's eyes.

"Thank you!" Tears flowed from the woman's bloodshot eyes, and she said with a trembling voice: "Thank you!"

She seemed to have injured her body due to excessive grief. After saying these words, her body was shaky and fell to one side.

Chen Yan held her in his arms with one hand and reached out to the old man with the other.

The old man's eyes widened, but he realized that he had no choice but to hand him a tissue.

The woman bumped into his arms, felt the morning frost on Chen Yan's coat, and immediately became more awake.

She gently pulled herself out of his arms and whispered: "I'm sorry..."

Chen Yan sighed and handed over the tissue: "I can feel your sadness. May the Holy Light protect you."

The woman did not pick up the tissue, but covered her face again and cried: "Jason will definitely be very angry when he sees me like this..."

The deer's real name is Jason.

The old man was at a loss for a moment when he heard her sobbing. He was just a servant who could only do housework and didn't know how to comfort people.

He looked at Chen Yan helplessly.

Chen Yan gave him a "calming" look and looked at the woman.

"Ma'am, what kind of person is Mr. Johnson?"

The woman was mentally weak. When she heard him ask this question, she did not have any thoughts of rejection. Instead, the memories that emerged in her mind dispelled some of the sadness in her emotions.

"Jason...he is a very good person."

"I didn't know him at that time. I only knew that he had been in several relationships. I was very scared because my family arranged for me to meet him. The discipline of our family, which believes in the Holy Light, was very strict. If I wanted to get married, I had no choice but to obey.

Arrangements at home.”

"I met Jason at the Hummingbird Cafe on Birmingham Street. I saw him wearing a suit from a distance and looking very interested.

Was he also arranged by his family?

I immediately regretted it, I felt I couldn’t handle such a man.”

"Just when I was about to leave, Jason saw me and greeted me - that was the first time he saw me. How could he recognize me?"

A smile appeared on the woman's lips.

She is nearly forty years old, but her smile looks like that of a young girl.

How did that happen……

Chen Yan thought of a bad word.

Returning to the light.

Chen Yan felt that her condition was not good, and when she did not look directly at him, he looked at the old man standing aside.

The old man was sweating profusely, and his facial features were twitching together anxiously. When Chen Yan looked at him, he also looked at Chen Yan with more nervous eyes.

That's right, the old man definitely can't help.

Chen Yan watched the woman lower her head and smiled and fell into silence.

And as the silence began, her eyelids seemed to close.

At this moment, Chen Yan became nervous and his spiritual vision automatically turned on.

In the spiritual vision, a thin layer of flame appeared on the woman's body.

The flames continued to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye, and every time it decreased a little, the woman's eyes closed a little.

We can't go on like this.

"Then what, ma'am? What did Mr. Jensen do then?"

Chen Yan's words successfully attracted the woman's attention. She raised her head. Although her eyes were dazed, her eyes no longer closed and the flames on her body no longer diminished.

"That guy Jason, when he saw me, his eyes widened and he looked at a loss."

A happy smile appeared on the woman's face.

"I was thinking at the time, I know I'm not good-looking, why did he act like that? To get me? To bring a clean family background of a conservative choir believer who has not been baptized by love.

A woman wins? Will that give him a sense of accomplishment?"

"He was very attentive and talked a lot. We talked from spring on Birmingham Street to winter, and from my boring life to his even more boring and boring job as a broadcaster."

"[We are also boring people, but we are not bored anymore when chatting together! This shows our fate, doesn't it?]

He said such explicit words to me, I was still a girl at the time, how could I bear this?"

"I almost hid my face and ran away in embarrassment, thinking in my heart that I hope the guests at the Hummingbird Cafe don't remember my face."

"Afterwards, Jason would wait on the road between me and school every day."

"Whether it's going to or after school, he will always appear on time not far from my home and school. Even though I always ignored him at first, he still said all kinds of things in my ear like a sparrow.

"

"Why didn't I get rid of him then?"

"Maybe, at that time, I also had a good impression of him."

"Perhaps, as a spiritually poor person, I really want to be surrounded by him like this."

She talked nonchalantly.

Chen Yan listened carefully.

Perhaps because she sensed Chen Yan's seriousness, her speech became more powerful and she was no longer as sickly as before.
To be continued...