Chapter 97 Chapter 5 Dawn is far away on the other side (4)

When we walked to the village, the sun just fell into the horizon on the back of the village.It was getting dark quickly. In the dark village, without a single lamp, it was dead silent, with the winter wind howling, the village had a chilling atmosphere. Jesus settled under a big tree outside the village, and Marty under another bushy tree nearby.After eating dry food for dinner, Marty's curiosity about the village reached its peak.The village was still dead silent, only the deepest part of the house seemed to have a little light, but it was so quiet that there seemed to be no human presence.

A tame pig ambled up in front of Marty and sniffed Marty with its long nose.It was hungry, and Marty tossed it a piece of bread. Marty couldn't resist standing up and walking into the village.She walked through the palm houses, looking in every now and then, but it was dark.The door of one of the houses was thrown wide open, and Marty ventured up to the door, just as a dog stepped out of it, wagging its tail friendly and whining beggingly.Marty poked her head into the room, and when her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw a low bed inside. There was a person lying on the bed, and two people were lying on the floor, both stiff and motionless.It was eerily quiet, and the air was filled with the smell of corruption.

Marty covered his mouth and took two steps back.Are these people asleep or dead?She felt a chill run down her spine, and ran out of the village, back to Jesus, panting like a child. Under the big tree, Jesus sat cross-legged.His hands are gently forming mudras in front of his abdomen, exhaling and exhaling soothingly, looking at his nose and heart with his eyes.It was rare to see him meditating so solemnly, so Marty dared not disturb him.She went to another tree to get her little backpack, and sat down beside Jesus, feeling relieved. This time Jesus actually sat through the night, and Marty finally fell asleep.She awoke to the fiery red sun in the east, and the dog was sniffing at her pack.Turning around, I saw that Jesus had just finished meditating and was slowly stretching his limbs.Marty got up and approached the village in the morning light, saw the dewy palm-leaf roofs glistening in the sun, but there was no sign of anyone.

After all, he was more courageous during the day, and Marty went into the village again.This time she went to the very inside, and saw houses with open doors everywhere, and yellow flies flying around, some even hit Marty in the face. Picking a house at random, Marty peeped in through the door, and this time she saw several people lying on the bed, with waxy faces, and yellow flies flying around their mouths and noses.It's dead! Marty turned and was about to run when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of someone crawling out of another room.Marty stopped for a while, and then he saw clearly that this was a middle-aged dark-skinned man, and he was really angry.He opened his mouth to call Marty, but was so weak that he fell to the ground, his hands and feet trembling visibly.

Marty made a quick half-circle around the village.It turned out that this was a plague-stricken village. I don't know what kind of infectious disease it got. Most of the villagers died, and there were less than a dozen survivors, all of whom were on the verge of death.It is easy to observe from the appearance of the deceased that they all died of severe vomiting and diarrhea. Thoughts were racing through Marty's mind as he ran out of the village.She had instinctively thought of fleeing from the territory of death as soon as possible.She and Jesus probably got sick yesterday, so they probably died here too, right?As she ran, she subconsciously covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve.

But a thought popped up again, Jesus could heal the sick, maybe he saved other people. When running in front of Jesus, Marty, who was terrified, grabbed Jesus by the sleeve and hurriedly told about the tragic situation in the village.In case of language barrier, she spoke once in Chinese, English and French.She looked up at Jesus, but unexpectedly, as she expected, Jesus quietly turned his face away and walked away from the wind. All day Marty was devastated.She gave up the idea of ​​escaping from the epidemic.She found buckets in the houses where the dead were lying, and fed them to the patients who were exhausted from diarrhea.She ran a long circle around the village.Telephone, as long as you find a telephone or even a telegraph, as long as you can communicate with the outside world, you may be able to find a helping hand, but there are no electrical appliances in this village.She also wanted to find any kind of transportation, so she could rush outside to ask for help. From the concept she had learned from the journey south, she knew that the nearest populated place here was also a day or two away.But there was no transportation, not even a mule, only free-roaming pigs.

She begged Jesus a dozen times.Afraid of the language barrier, she gesticulated and explained, but Jesus ignored her as usual.And strangely Jesus didn't intend to leave here either.He was as quiet as ever, walking around in the bushes, or just sitting peacefully.Marty had to grab his wrist and drag him into the village. "Save them, Jesus, I know you can." Marty was sweating profusely in the cold, but she only felt the feeling of a dragonfly shaking a pole. Jesus was an elephant, no matter how much she dragged and pushed him, she couldn't move him half a step. Before nightfall, nine more of the remaining patients died.Now there is only a woman, a little girl, and a baby who has stopped crying.

"How can you do nothing?" Marty cried. She wiped away her tears and looked at Jesus angrily.What Marty saw was Jesus' eyes, black as night, cold as ice, calm as death. On the morning of the third day, Marty lay by the well in the center of the village, dirty and messy and tired, with the baby who died at dawn in her arms.The other woman and little girl stopped breathing in the dark night earlier. Something also stopped in Marty's heart. The strong wind blew, and the yellow sand in the wind covered the dead village. Everything disappeared with the wind. Marty and Jesus watched the people in this village die with their own eyes.She had seen him stand by, too indifferent to their dying to lend a hand.

Unforgivable!This time no amount of unearthly serenity can mask the fundamental ruthlessness of Jesus.Why don't they care about watching the disease destroy these people?He clearly knows medical skills, even if he thinks these people are too sick to be cured, from the standpoint of a medical practitioner, at least he should try it, he should try it. Returning the dead baby to the arms of his dead mother, Marty took a few seconds to think about burying the dead body, but there were too many dead bodies for her to handle.On the other hand, she also thought that the dead village should be kept as it was, so that people who came later could understand what happened, so she quietly left the dead in the place where they died.Standing at the entrance of the desolate village, Marty's heart was full of sullenness.

No excuses, no forgiveness!No reason could redeem Marty's disappointment.If Jesus never paid attention to anyone, it would still be explainable, but Marty saw him practicing medicine on the plain of Sisa, and this time he was stingy with treating the dying villagers.Don't tell me that you can't be a doctor because of your pleasure, your illusory will only dishonor the title of doctor!Marty yelled at Jesus in her best Chinese, and when she thought that Jesus never claimed to be a doctor, she shouted angrily: Your tranquility is just a ruthless disguise!Jesus responded, quite unexpectedly, turning his head away quietly.He is leaving the village.

"Do you really have a heart? Why don't you talk?" Marty held his shoulder bag to prevent him from turning away.As a result, Jesus' belongings were scattered all over the place. Jesus' acupuncture kit, wooden bowl, blanket, dagger, and small ceramics fell to the ground.Seeing the acupuncture kit, Marty became even more angry. She kicked the yellow sand on the ground vigorously, and the dust covered Jesus' belongings. "You're going to die, but people call you Jesus!" Marty was determined to bury the acupuncture bag with yellow sand.She knelt down and shoveled sand with both hands at Jesus and the objects at his feet.Layers of yellow sand splashed across the place, and the wind blew, and the hem of Jesus' clothes was clean again. Not only was it clean, it was even holy, as spotless as lifeless. Marty simply picked up the sand and smeared the same clean acupuncture bag of Jesus, and finally relieved his anger. "The color of death." Marty held up the dusty acupuncture bag and said angrily to Jesus, "This is for you." Jesus didn't answer. What Marty didn't know was that the eyes of the man named Jesus couldn't see color. Gray mountains, gray water, gray sky, gray people.This is the gray and peaceful world in the eyes of Jesus. Jesus picked up the little pottery and wiped the dust off it with his sleeve.He took the little china and left the rest, and Marty. Marty squatted on the sand, looking at the items abandoned by Jesus, and suddenly discovered that she was also one of Jesus' relics. Sitting pointlessly in the sand, Marty didn't know where to go.She is far from the city now, almost penniless, tired from the world, and only sees what Jesus left behind.