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Nun Celine
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"As a nun, yet not believing in Christ."
Celine's blue pupils were filled with confusion. God could not truly redeem her, she knew clearly - the fallen in hell should not and cannot seek God's mercy. " Typhoeus, I love him, damn it." It was hard to say, how could she fall in love with husband's friend, the bitterness in her heart far exceeded a thousand cups of freshly squeezed lemon water. Typhoeus took extra care of her because of Uranus's instructions before he went to prison.
How did things develop to this point?
Her heart felt weak, her feet felt soft, and she trembled as she fell onto the marble floor. She thought to herself: "I am about to fall into the fire of hell, only the kind Typhoeus can pull me up." Celine felt like a helpless ball of soft cotton.
True despair is just this, infinite calm. She believes, no, she no longer believes in the redemption of anyone, including the unspeakable sublime.
At this moment, the solemn church is like a huge net, unreasonably weaving murals, icons, and Sister Celine an unfaithful sacred heart kneeling in front of the mural.
"Uranus will be released from prison in three months. What's wrong, Celine? You don't seem happy. Did someone take advantage of my absence?" He gently lifted her shoulder with his broad palm, trying to sound as gentle as possible. From another perspective, Celine seemed to be lifted off the ground. But Typhoeus didn't do anything wrong; it was his own fault. She shook her head, weakly and helplessly, as a response, then bent down to pick up a few apples that had fallen from the basket. She had to leave.
The man was at a loss, with a delicate little Red Apple lying quietly in the palm of his large hand. Typhoeus really didn't know whether he should go after her.
The strawberries are rotten, with a hot red color that resembles a torn sky of fiery clouds. Celine is boiling a large pot of strawberry jam, bubbling with steam as she sprinkles in white sugar, like snowflakes falling.
When Uranus was still at the main bishop school, he was a hero greatly admired by his classmates, and of course, he was also popular with the girls. "Oh, Uranus, so cool! You know that's the bishop's philosophy class." In order to gain favor with the philosophy teacher, other children worked hard to sing hymns and recite those boring prayers, but he would rather slip out and do who knows what, and when he came back, he would have to stand and copy lines as punishment, but he never actually did. The school had no choice but to send him to clean the courtyard.
Uranus is very willing to do some work, not to mention the usual care of the flowers in the garden, which are more beautiful and lovely than a group of plain-faced girls. He is clearly very intelligent, at least in logic, language, rhetoric, arithmetic, and geometry, he has learned well. The Spanish professor especially appreciates Uranus and believes he has the potential to become a great person.
Obviously, this is just an interesting speculation. Celine does not know what this potential is, nor does she have any intention of delving into it.
Following a shopping trip, yes, she saw Uranus sitting by the window in a small restaurant, holding an old green leather book and enjoying it, while also eyeing the juicy and fragrant turkey leg. No wonder the philosophy professor Bryce was always angry when he saw him. In the parish school, Uranus was also known as a "bad boy."
Celine missed her husband, the young man with a stubborn short haircut, a bit rebellious and confident, who would smoke and tell himself jokes from the newspaper - "It's time for sharing cold jokes, Celine." Uranus always said it with such humor.
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