53. A way to get rid of annoyance

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title = "53. A way to get rid of annoyance"

date = "2020-06-27"

weight = "53"

series = ["priest"]

mode = "manual"

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The middle-aged man sipped his tea and did not open his mouth, as if he were still brewing and organizing the language, and seemed somewhat embarrassed to speak.

It's only natural that not everyone can talk to a stranger. At times like this, a qualified priest needs some simple guidance to open his heart and talk to himself.

Although Gallo had never done anything like this before, he still had the theoretical knowledge taught by the old master, so he took the initiative to open his mouth and try to guide each other:

"name? Age? Occupation? Address? "

The middle-aged man was stupefied and replied truthfully:

"my name is George,45. I'm a small foreman. I live three blocks down fourth Avenue."

Seeing that the other party finally spoke, Gallo continued to guide:

"what is the motive and purpose of coming here?"

"Uh. As a matter of fact, I have a friend who has not been very happy recently. "

When the middle-aged man said halfway, Gallo suddenly interrupted:

"to be honest, is this friend yourself?"

"Uh. This. Yes. It's me. "

"that's right. Be frank and be lenient. If you have any troubles, tell me everything!"

The middle-aged man only talked about his own situation, probably the common midlife crisis, poor work, too strong competition, too much pressure, emotional discord, insomnia and dreams, frequent urination, urgent hairline, and so on.

Gallo listened silently, interrupting from time to time, asking for details:

"what is going on here? Be clear! "

"Why do you want to engage in vicious competition with your peers? Do you know that this is against the law? "

"when something like this happened, why didn't you report it in time?"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he always felt that something was wrong. Why did he seem to be interrogating the prisoner? And there is also an iron window in the middle, there is really that kind of atmosphere.

But in the end, he gave a rough account of the situation.

Gallo stood up, organized the language, and said:

"I understand all about you. Don't be afraid. I won't repent for you."

"there is also a way to solve your troubles."

Gallo said, helping him unlock the chains and locks on the door of the confession room and let him out.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

And Gallo went on to put on an air of seriousness and said in that impassioned tone:

"Don't be afraid of a difficulty, face it with a smile! The best way to overcome troubles is to face them! Persistence is victory. Come on! "

He's trying to motivate and inspire each other.

The middle-aged man was stupefied, slowed down a little, and then replied:

"Mr. Reverend, I know all the truth, but."

"you mean I should go to the bar for a drink? Or go to a woman to vent? "

"of course not. What makes you think that? Forget it. Come with me. "

Gallo said, leading him all the way to the church door.

At this time, it was night outside, and the moonlight was bright, rendering the surrounding streets silvery white.

"the easiest way to forget your troubles and relieve stress is to run!"

Gallo said.

"running?!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but open his eyes, but it's already night now, isn't it?

Gallo did not answer, but added two divine technique, to him with his backhand.

That is the endurance and fanaticism of the third-order divine technique, of the asylum type, and together, it is equivalent to a much weakened heroic encouragement, that is, the fifth-order divine technique; that Gallo blessed the jewelry at Sir Donald Manor, and the group version of this divine technique is the heroic prayer that Gallo wanted to perform yesterday but was stopped.

However, in the implementation of divine technique, Gallo felt a little bit wrong, does not seem to be as smooth as the previous practice, suffered a little hindrance.

He didn't think much about it. Maybe he hasn't used this kind of low-level divine technique for too long.

The middle-aged man who had been blessed with divine technique immediately felt a surge of blood in his heart, and his whole body seemed to be burning. He even felt as if he was several years younger, and could not help shouting:

"Ah! My youth is back! "

"go! Release your blood and youth, sprinkle your sweat and passion, and run towards the moon! "

Gallo followed and gave him another push on his back.

The middle-aged man immediately spread his legs and began to run down the street.

Although he was extremely excited, he did not lose his reason. He could still control his actions and even feel the change in his heart, so it would not lead to the tragedy of the bishop before him.

This is also because Gallo no longer uses the divine technique that affects people's mood and thinking.

With the fast running, the middle-aged man not only did not feel tired, but felt more and more relaxed, the heavy burden on his heart seemed to be discharged from the body with sweat, and the whole body had some comfort and relaxation.

He ran like this for two hours, and when he returned to the church door, the duration of, divine technique was over, and he felt tired and sore coming towards him like a tide. He no longer had any strength and could not stand up. He had to sit down against the church door, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath.

But even so, he still found the ease and freshness that he had not seen for a long time in the pain and tiredness, and unexpectedly he really forgot the bitterness and boredom that had accumulated in his heart.

After hearing the noise outside, Gallo came out with a kitten on his head. He was just training the little guys.

"Mr. George, are you all right?"

Gallo asked.

"very tired, but very cool, very relaxed, feel great."

There was a natural and relaxed smile on George's face.

"what can I do for you?"

"No, just let me sit down for a while. Oh, to tell you the truth, when I was young, I was the best runner in the village. can ran faster than a dog. A lot of girls liked that about me, ha. "

George spoke very cheerfully, as if he were a different person than he was when he first came in.

Gallo kindly poured him a cup of tea again, and he drank it a few times, feeling that his body had regained some strength and was able to act on his own.

"Thank you so much, Reverend. Can I come again tomorrow, if possible?"

"of course."

"Oh yes, I almost forgot."

George said, fumbling around for a while, trying to find some money, but found nothing.

"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten my money today. Can I bring it to you tomorrow? "

"of course."

Gallo replied, with a kind smile on her face.