Chapter 16 Fifteen, Allah will not control me

"Hey, master, pull over and stop here." Li Ran suddenly knocked on the car window and shouted, paid the money and dragged Jian Xia out of the car. They walked into the old Tongzilou residential area, walking back and forth among the gray buildings.Li Ran happily talked about his "brilliant deeds" when he knocked on doors from door to door in a residential building when he was a child and ran away. Seeing that Xia didn't listen at all, he suddenly gave him a hand. "what?" "Don't walk under other people's trousers." She pointed to the clothes-drying pole protruding from the house on the first floor above her head. "Drilling the crotch is unlucky."

Li Ran twitched the corners of his mouth: "You also said that you didn't study to get rid of poverty. Can you see where you have a scientific spirit?" Seeing that Xia was about to refute, Li Ran's eyes lit up suddenly, he stared forward and said, "Here we are!" What catches the eye is a European-style white building standing in an open area. The main body of the masonry structure is square, with a bell tower towering in the middle. The top is not a cross, but a crescent moon; The red and white horizontal stripes are bright and eye-catching. Surrounded by residential areas, it has a weird aesthetic feeling.

"This is...is this a church?" Jian Xia asked doubtfully. Li Ran's eyes clearly expressed contempt: "Chen Jianxia, ​​you can't get rid of poverty even if you study, think of another way." "Can you speak well!" "The size of the church, this is a mosque!" "Oh." Seeing Xia was a little ashamed, he turned to Li Ran and asked, "Are you a Muslim?" "no." "Then how do you know about this mosque?" "My grandfather used to live here. Later, when he was old and in poor health, he was picked up by my parents to live with me. However, when my parents had no time to take care of me, it was my grandfather who took care of me, so I lived in this area. Very familiar. This mosque was built in 1906, and it was established by the Turks. But this 'Turkey' is not the Turkey in the Mediterranean. Grandpa corrected me, saying that it may have some relationship with the Turks and the Huns. The correct way to say it is 'Turkey' Tartars'. But halfway through the construction, the engineer died, and later changed people. After it was completed, it was used as an art school for a period of time, and then changed into a mosque. Forget it. In the past 20 years, it has been renovated and turned back into a mosque. There are many Muslims living nearby. Hey, by the way, many locals come here to buy beef and mutton. They think that the halal beef and mutton eaten by Muslims must be of good quality... "

Chen Jianxia was fascinated by Li Ran's homely tone, as if he had returned to the western restaurant that falsely claimed that he had a century-old history. "How do you know this?" "Come and see for yourself." Li Ran signaled Chen Jianxia to follow.They approached the closed gate, and a rectangular dark gray marble tablet was inlaid on the right wall, engraved with tadpole-like characters. "The construction process is written on it." Li Ran pointed to it and said. Jian Xia was surprised: "You know him?" Li Ran was silent for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly.

"do not know." When Chen Jianxia was about to close his eyes and roll his eyes, Li Ran added in time, "It was the imam who told me." "Already... numb?" "You are so numb," Li Qi laughed, "Probably the priest of Islam, I guess." Chen Jianxia simply sat on the stone steps in front of the door and motioned him to speak slowly.Her entire upper body was pressed against her legs, her chin was resting on her knees, and her arms were wrapped together, forming a ball.Li Ran also sat next to her. The little boy Li Ran rang the doorbells of all the houses in the neighborhood, but he was not caught once. He suddenly felt that life was boring, so he began to hit the stained glass of this quaint mosque with small stones, and was caught by the "Imam" one is right.

"I thought I was dead at the time," Li Ran gestured, "I couldn't tell the difference between Hui and Uyghur, I just remembered that my parents didn't let me mess with Xinjiang people who kebab on the street, those who looked like foreigners People with beards do always stare at me - of course, maybe it's because I'm too annoying. I always thought that this temple was full of kebabs, and the moment I was caught, I thought they were going to take iron sticks Connected me too." "It's a pity that you have lived to such an age." Chen Jianxia smiled, and was knocked on the forehead by Li Ran.

"But the imam looks very similar to my grandfather. Anyway, he looks very Chinese. The only difference is that he wears a white hat. Instead of scolding me, he took me into the temple. Of course, that I can’t enter the big hall where I kneel and pray, because I’m not from the Hui nationality. This stele,” Li Ran turned around and pointed to the marble block with ghostly symbols behind it, “is the Imam’s sentence-by-sentence translation for me. .” "But today the church...ah no, the mosque, why isn't it open?" "This place is about to be relocated soon. The surrounding old buildings will be demolished and built into a square. The mosque will also be out of use and will be transformed into a history museum."

"What about the Imam?" "died." They passed through a strange silence together.Chen Jianxia would not suddenly hear the news of a stranger's death and be particularly emotionally sad.But for some reason, looking at the old mosque behind her, she suddenly felt that this century-old building was actually a lonely monster. That's what makes people sad.And she herself is a lonely and narrow-minded. "But what did you bring me here for?" she asked. "Let's relax, aren't you unhappy?" Li Ran suddenly stood up, jumped down a few steps, and looked at Jian Xia who was still sitting there, "If you have any unhappy things, just chat here, and cheer up after the chat. Go back and fight with idiots again!"

Chen Jianxia naturally didn't take it seriously: "I'm not a Muslim, and Allah won't care about me." "I'll take care of it," Li Ran nodded firmly, "Trust me." What do you believe in? "Really, the imam told me that although I am not a Muslim and I will not enter Islam, I can talk to Allah more and be less mischievous. When you are unhappy, think about it. Allah is here Watch me from the crescent of the spire, be a good boy." Li Ran looked up at the iron white crescent that went straight into the blue sky, with a particularly nice smile on his face.

Be a good boy?Why did the words come out of your mouth so bad?Chen Jianxia looked at Li Ran in confusion, but he looked into his eyes. Jian Xia always felt that Li Ran's eyes were different from other people's eyes, not very pretty, but very clear, black and white, clean like a baby.This kind of heartless eyes that can say "you don't need to take the Peking University exam if you marry into my family" should have such eyes. "What did you tell Allah?" she asked suddenly. Li Ran's expression immediately became colorful. "I don't remember that." His eyes began to look elsewhere.

Jian Xia didn't bother with this question: "Then you used to come here to talk to Allah? Will you come now?" Li Ran became more and more uncomfortable. "Why don't we talk about this, my old man, why do you always come here to talk to Allah, how scary, is it disgusting," he said while kicking the empty mineral water bottle under his feet, "If you If you just want to embarrass me, don't talk about it, just walk around and go to other places." Seeing that Xia had never seen Li Ran in distress, he felt much better for a while.She tugged at his sleeve with a smile and said softly, thank you. Then he turned around, stood facing the mosque, clasped his hands, closed his eyes and prayed earnestly. What to pray for?In fact, Chen Jianxia didn't have anything to say to the gods.She has never believed in the bottom of her heart that there is a god in this world, let alone that a strange god who has experienced all the joys and sorrows in the world will help her realize any wish just because she temporarily hugs Allah's feet. The gods will not let Yu Sisi and Li Zhenping stop hating her, nor will they let her suddenly become enlightened enough to go to the competition or be admitted to the university, and they will not even help her to go back to the first class calmly. She knows that no matter how pious, hopeful, and courageous she is here, once she really steps into the classroom and faces everyone's different eyes, she will definitely lose her armor and disarm her armor.She has gone through this process too many times.Even if you know that "winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs" and fail the exam, your mentality will be out of balance; even if you understand that your mother is eccentric, she will still feel sour next time her younger brother gets a gift alone; In spite of other people's expressions, she would still turn around and pass a note, waiting impatiently for Li Zhenping and Yu Sisi to give her a smiling face... why?Why do people understand so many principles, but can't do any of them? You still have to live by yourself, and you have to suffer day by day.There are imams in the mosque to guide everyone to cleanse their souls. In reality, I can only "numb" myself through the loss and pain day after day. It's a real pain.But what can be done? Chen Jianxia originally just wanted to make a gesture, in order to repay Li Ran's kindness.Unexpectedly, my thoughts drifted farther and farther, and I couldn't get it back. The more I thought about it, the more my nose became sour, and I really started to close my eyes and cry. Since entering Zhenhua, she cried more and more. "Why are you crying again?" This time Li Ran's tone was not impatient, but simply curious. "I just feel that after talking so much," Xia Mo wiped his face, "I don't even know what I want to make, and Allah will definitely not care about me. No one will care about me. You are a big liar. " Li Ran sat on the side, looked up at her, and scratched his head for a while: "Then...then...then Allah doesn't care, I care?" Jian Xia suddenly looked up at him. Hell, he'd say something like that. It must have been a ghost. For a moment, she hoped that he was serious.And she was really willing to let him take care of it.