Chapter 88 Chapter 4 All the way up to heaven (2)

There is a wide cave with rock walls on three sides, and one side is open to the sea. Jesus sat down on one side of the rock wall facing the sea.Marty was troubled.Flocks of birds were clinging to the wall. Naturally, at the junction of the rock wall and the flat ground, a lot of bird droppings were piled up, and a lot of feathers were mixed in. Fortunately, the cave opened outwards in a wide-mouth shape, violently The sea breeze blows away the smell.But the bird droppings all over the place made her not know where to sit up—unless she was sitting beside Jesus.This is indeed puzzling. Where Jesus lived, there was no bird's nest on the entire mountain wall, so there was a clean space on the ground that was nearly oval in size.These homing birds are very restless in the room. Apart from huddling in their own burrows, they also fly around and socialize from time to time.But they don't invade Jesus' territory, and Jesus doesn't bother them.As night fell, Jesus walked outside the cave and sat down facing the sea.Suddenly, as if someone turned off a mysterious switch, the noisy birds fell silent, only one or two young and ignorant birds squeaked twice. There was a pause.

There is a platform protruding about three pings outside the cave, which is the end of the mountain road when they came.The platform is suspended on the mountain wall, and it is abnormally flat, as if it was man-made, but there are no traces of chiseling on it, only the texture of natural igneous rock.Jesus is sitting right here.Marty went to the platform and sat down next to Jesus. Jesus ignored her, and Marty had no time to be courteous. She was shocked by the sight in front of her. In front of them was the sea, and they sat suspended above the sea. A full moon revealed its brilliance, the sky was full of bright stars, and the sound of the tide was like a song, and the whole platform was bathed in the fresh sea breeze.

Jesus beside me is so peaceful.He stared at the Haitian Interchange, but he didn't seem to be looking anywhere.His breathing is long and even, even though his hair, beard and sleeves are fluttering, he is as peaceful and comfortable as a tree facing the wind.To Matty, Jesus is sitting in meditation, although there is nothing spiritual in his sitting posture.So Marty sat up too, and on this very peaceful platform, Marty, who came uninvited, sat side by side with Jesus until the full moon sank into the sea. Because Jesus was silent, Marty was also silent. Jesus returned to the clean place in the cave, spread out a blanket and clothes, and fell asleep.

Marty unpacked his sleeping bag and camped out on the platform. That night, Marty dreamed of herself as a child, a dream she hadn't had in twenty years. Marty in the dream was only about four or five years old, and she lived with her mother in a long, dark old storefront home.Except for the small storefront facing the outside, the few rooms inside have to be lit day and night, but my mother doesn't like to turn on the lights.Looking back in the dream, Marty suspects that she rejects light at all. In this night's dream, Marty saw the skylight again. That skylight, in the buffer zone between the storefront and the rooms, is where the dank shower room, the laundry room, and the little wooden ladder to the roof are located.The skylight is made of frosted glass and is circular with a radius of about fifty centimeters.

During the day, my mother was going to set up a noodle stand, and the storefront belonged to the landlord, a couple who hated children, so the four-year-old little Marty sat alone in a dark room during the day.Fortunately, there was a small bench next to Mama's laundry tub. Marty sat on the bench all day, looking up at the circle of skylight revealed by the skylight. In the lonely skylight, imprisoned little Marty, she waits all day, waiting for a sparrow or two to visit.The sparrow's little paws touched the glass skylight and made a crisp sound. Sometimes they pecked at the glass. Is there food on the glass?Little Marty looked up, but the sparrows didn't stay for long, and as soon as they flapped their wings, they went away again, free, leaving Marty on this side of the glass.

On the night of the typhoon that year, a mango tree trunk blown from nowhere smashed the skylight.Little Marty went under the skylight and saw the shards of glass, and the rain was pouring down through the hole. Mom was still asleep, and the sound of the rain was drowned out by the storm outside the window.Marty walked right under the skylight, and was blinded by the heavy rain, but Marty was very happy. She spread her arms in the rain, thinking that this time she would be like a bird, free and easy, from the skylight fly out. At daybreak, little Marty fell ill. She had Taiwanese measles and lay in a dark room for a week, clutching the bath towel that swaddled her, listening to workers nail the skylight.

The glass was too expensive, and after several arguments with the landlord, my mother decided to seal the hole with plywood. The sound of the workman's tapping on the nails was heard in the room, and little Marty clutched the corner of the towel.Mom came into the room to take her forehead temperature. "Are you hungry, Marty, huh? Don't bite the towel." Mom stood by the bed, against the light, her face seemed to have a layer of black veil that couldn't be wiped off.As a child Marty never got to see her features clearly. The rain began to fall again, pattering on the hollow plywood.Mom took the towel away, but Marty didn't resist.The sound of the rain was really loud, hitting the plywood with a clatter.Little Marty stopped breathing that night, and she really flew, through the dark plywood, up, up, over the rain.On top of the heavy rain, there is even greater rain, pattering, the sound of raindrops hitting raindrops.

Marty woke up and found that the source of the rain was the birds.They flapped their wings and flew out of the cave in batches, and the morning light outside the cave was brilliant. Marty sat up and saw Jesus.Dressed properly, he sat on the outermost edge of the roof, tens of thousands of birds flew past him, and the dawn of the sun refracted a rainbow from the pure white bird feathers, forming a circle of glory on Jesus. When Marty folded her sleeping bag, put on her backpack and arranged her clothes, Jesus, who had been sitting with his back to her, stood up and walked down the mountain.Marty didn't know how long Jesus had been sitting there, but she felt intuitively that he was waiting for her to get up.

Out of politeness, Marty followed him at a distance. There are no rules about Jesus' whereabouts.Marty followed him every day, keeping a polite distance. Jesus picked berries from the bushes and ate them, and after he had finished eating and left, Marty went to pick them too.Jesus left her the reddest ripe fruit, always just enough for Marty to eat. Jesus found a tree for him to sit in.Nearby, there must have been a dense, shady tree where Marty learned to sit still.Such a magnificent tree is like a miracle in the wasteland. Jesus went swimming in the turquoise sea, but Marty didn't dare.She sat on the reef and waited, then screamed to find that the fat fish jumped up from the bottom of the sea and fell to her feet.

Jesus made a fire, not to keep warm, but to see the flames, squinting like a cat for a long time. Jesus was taking a siesta by the fire, and Marty was eating fish grilled from the embers.She left half of the fish for Jesus, but he didn't eat it.Marty soon determined that Jesus ate only the fruit and seeds of plants and trees.