The boy looked at Old Figg's body that was gradually hardening.
His tears kept flowing down and he sobbed.
Old Figg's body gradually became illusive. When the boy realized it, he suddenly hugged him. However, Old Figg became thinner and thinner. In the end, the boy could only hug himself tightly.
Old Figg's body dissipated.
With all the past, he rested in front of the candlelight.
The boy picked up Old Fig's clothes and followed his example, clasping his hands together. The boy choked with sobs and rested his forehead against the candlestick.
"...Lord, Lord..."
The candle was burning, dripping with crystal tears.
"...Lord, Lord..." The boy imitated Old Fig's tone, weeping and praying.
His forehead felt so warm from the candlelight.
Whether it was an illusion or not, he smelled the fragrant honey.
Immediately afterwards, the boy's whole body trembled, and he felt so warm behind him.
There seems to be a light there that is invisible and intangible, but really exists.
He stood there.
He still remembered that when he entered hell, he felt that there was something in this hell worth saving.
What is worth saving?
God seemed to hear His own answer.
Those beliefs have gone through hardships,
Those who have not lost hope.
"Who are you?" the boy choked, trying to hold back his tears, "Are you the Lord?"
"Maybe," He said.
"Where are you?" the boy asked tremblingly.
"I am everywhere and everywhere," He answered.
"Do you really exist?" the boy asked again, fearing that what he saw was an illusion.
exist.
God remembers that someone asked similar questions.
"I am that I am," He said.
The boy didn't understand, but he still nodded to make it look like he understood.
"where are you from?"
"I come from all over the place."
God said, looking at the boy's tightly hugged clothes.
"I came here to verify an answer."
"An answer?" The boy was confused and surprised. His eyes were very red and he stopped crying.
“On Faith and Hope.”
Faith and hope.
The boy listened, taking them to heart like old Figg's words.
The god walked up to the boy.
He stared at the burning candle.
He was called upon by the faith of old Figg at the time of his death.
"Lord...Old Figg, he's dead." The boy whimpered.
"Yes," God lowered his head and looked at the boy, "however, there are some things that transcend death."
"Lord, Old Figg originally said... after baptism, give me a name..." The boy imitated Old Figg and knelt down in front of the candlelight, "Can you baptize me? Can you give me a name?" A name?"
"No, not yet." He said.
He has not yet taken back his humanity.
I haven’t gotten my human memory back yet.
"But I can make a promise with you."
"Promise?" The boy murmured in confusion.
“The everlasting covenant begins with you and will not end with your death,
Until hope is extinguished, until faith is fragile and difficult to withstand hardships. "
God said this, looking at the boy.
He seemed to already know his ending, and it was predestined in some way.
“Faith and hope, you take them with you and save thereafter.”
The candle is going out.
The boy raised his face and summoned up the courage to say, "I promise you, Lord, I make a covenant with you."
"Actually," He stared at the dying candlelight, "Hell is not hell, and the human world can still be recreated."
Subsequently,
The light went out gently.
The Lord has left.
The boy looked into the darkness.
He stood up, picked up the candlestick, and put it away carefully.
The boy opened the cabinet and found a book with an old and dirty cover. He opened a few pages and found that he was illiterate and couldn't read the words. He didn't know that it was old Fig's diary. Very early on, Written when I was still blind.
"I want to be literate and understand these things in the future." The boy secretly made up his mind, "Lord, when I save this place, you have to give me a name."
The boy spread the clothes that old Figg had left on the bed.
Lying on it, he couldn't help crying.
.....................
Many days passed after old Figg died.
The disabled Roman went crazy. During the day, he hugged his legs and hid in the house. At night, he screamed and ran around all night. When he saw the statue of the hero Mariel, he would kneel there and keep running. Kissing the toes of the statue, he came to this hell alone, and no one else cared about him except the boy.
Roman finally disappeared one day.
When the boy pushed open the door of Roman's residence, he saw nothing.
He asked around most of the slave caves, but no one knew where he had gone.
Everyone soon forgot about him.
The boy was still stealing bread. They couldn't live without stealing bread, but the boy learned wisely. He no longer gave away the bread selflessly, but exchanged it for some useful items from the slaves.
Since the death of old Figg, the place the boy visited most was Rebecca's clinic. Because she was literate, the boy, after working hard to sell those things, approached Rebecca and asked her to teach him how to read.
Rebecca sympathized with the boy and said to him: "If you want, you can come to my clinic to help from time to time, just as the cost of literacy."
The boy happily agreed.
And every night, the boy tried to take over Old Feige's task of preaching the Bible, and he began to retell the scripture stories that Old Feige had told in the past.
However, a child's memory is always limited, and the boy cannot remember so much. Of course, he unintentionally followed the old way of compiling scriptures by old Fig.
Fortunately, none of the slaves left here to die were literate, and they didn't care that much. They just had to listen, and they still listened with gusto.
One night a slave mentioned.
"It seems that someone was beaten to death at Mr. Harimu's place."
"That's not unusual at all," one slave said.
It is indeed not uncommon for slaves to be beaten to death by their masters. As long as they are not superior slaves, according to the law, they only need to compensate the slave's relatives with a sum of money.
"Not only that, his wife and daughter had starved to death before that. Master Harimu didn't even have to pay for it, so he killed a slave in vain."
Hearing this, the boy's nerves trembled.
Although he didn't know the name, he seemed to know who it was.
The slaves present sighed and did not discuss this topic in depth. For these people who are waiting to die, even if the people around them die, it can be regarded as a numb habit and will not cause much trouble. They treat each other Turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye to yourself. .
Only the boy clenched his fists and beat his heart hard.
Make it pump, not so calm.
The boy squeezed his eyes and burst into tears.
He didn't want this to become a habit.
The boy should always remember this feeling and this sadness, just like he remembers his mother's words to always be kind, just like every night, he has to repeat to himself all the words that old Figg said.
The boy finally burst into tears, and his face burst into tears.
From the muddy ground, the boy picked up a stone as big as his palm and threw it fiercely towards the statue that oppressed everyone.
The stone hit the head of the Mariel statue, leaving a mark.
