The eleven o'clock's sunshine spread over the Gospel Church in the southern district of Barton. The black paint separated the metal cross attached to the door beam of the front yard of the church from the gray church building at the back; it was very eye-catching.
Amid the dispersing crowds and old minivans, a black ceremonial car moved in the opposite direction. The car was moving very slowly; the road here was not spacious, and the driver was not rude enough to honk the car horn here. People in the Southern District of Barton watched the car parked into the Gospel church curiously.
Benjamin pushed the car door open. After carefully identifying, the people who finally recognized him uttered, "Oh, Grande! Why did you shave your beard!"