Chapter 465 - Theter are lost 6


    Airport.


    Originally intended to go by ne, but thought about it, and finally chose the train.


    It was a long way, but the scenery will be great.


    The train started, I took out my cell phone, and it was already a big mistake to leave without saying


    goodbye, so how could I not make a goodbye.


    The meaning of words was probably that what the mouth can''t say, words can.


    "Dennis, I''m sorry I left without saying goodbye. I came back from HL Area. I originally thought I had


    healed and could stay by your side and live a good life with you, but everything isplicated, in this


    world, where there are so easy things. The knife wound will still leave scars after it heals, even if it


    doesn''t hurt anymore, seeing it will still sting the eyes.''''


    ''''I went to the hospital, the doctor said I can''t get pregnant, the premature death of that child


    disqualified me from being a mother. I can''t me you. I can''t me Luna. I can only bear it alone. You


    are my family and my loved ones.''''


    ''''Hank told me that the baby was not suffocated and died when it was born. It was just a little deformed,


    you see. I am not qualified to be a mother at all. He just picked me when he picked his mother in


    heaven, because he wanted to be my child so much, he walked to too fast and forgot to bring


    something with him. He ran so hard to me and I failed to catch him properly. Dennis. Please forgive me


    for leaving in such a way again. riana is counting on you.''''


    Dennis, I''ll withdraw first. I used to think that people are hurt, always want to revenge back, but then


    found around and around, are just tossing about. I do not want to revenge on anyone, nor do I want to


    curse anyone, this game, I''ll withdraw first.''''


    Train speed was very slow, all the way forward. The green train shuttled in the mountains and forests.


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    The beauty was a little breathtaking.


    For several long days, I had seen the lights of strange cities and lush green mountains and forests,


    asionally passing by viges and towns and cities, all in the blink of an eye.


    I arrived in Hensley Town in the early morning and found a hotel near the station and rested for the


    night.


    When I woke up, it was already noon the next day, and I had to change my phone number.


    So I went to Mobile Tech Company and got a new local card for Hensley Town.


    Why did I choose Hensley Town in the end? Someone probably told me once that if you wanted to get


    away from the hustle and bustle, then Hensley Town was the best choice.


    Here, far more than HL Area, was suitable for a lifetime settlement.


    The house Diana bought before has been kept. I have not moved this suite, and left it under riana''s


    name.


    After changing thebination lock, I packed up and lived in the house. I was in a bit of a trance.


    When Diana and I came to Hensley Town together, it seemed to happen yesterday.


    Hank said that the child was buried by him in Hensley Town cemetery. As for the reason, it was


    probably because I said in my dream that I would take him to live in Hensley Town.


    It had been so long ago that I can''t remember.


    In May.


    The weather started to heat up, and on the way to the cemetery, there were many people squatting on


    the side of the road burning paper money.


    Hensley Town was not big, and the pace of life was slow. Most of the people living here were local.


    Most people still retained the traditional habits and customs of the older generation, so the habit of


    burning paper money in the cemetery, although also repeatedly stressed that it was not allowed.


    But the people were happy to do that, even if the members ofw enforcement had persuaded


    repeatedly but simply let it go.


    If it was said to cry, there was no way to cry out.


    The child was named by Hank, Sheldon George, without hisst name.


    In front of the tombstone, the child''s picture was blurred and the weeds grew in front of the grave.


    I squatted in front of the tomb and carefully pulled it out, cleaning up the messy around.


    Leaned my forehead on the tomb and smiled lightly, "Child, I''m sorry that mom is just nowing to


    see you."


    I avoided it for so many years, originally thought it was possible to let go, but could not.


    There was someone crying in a low voice, a woman who looked to be around thirty years old.


    I looked sideways at the tombstone in front of her, a middle-aged woman. I think it was a mother.


    Comfort was futile, so I chose to be silent, just watching her cry. The heart was a little empty. How


    came I had no tears?


    For a long time, the woman stopped crying, noticed me, slightly froze, but hoarse voice spoke, "You


    ......"


    I smiled lightly, "to see the child!"


    When she looked sideways she noticed the photo on the tombstone, although it was already a little


    blurry, but could probably tell that it was a child.


    Slightly stunned, spoke, "How old?"


    "A month!" Maybe a little longer.


    She looked over at me, her eyes still red, "You see, life is short."


    I was silent, my eyes shallowly lowered.


    When I left the cemetery, the woman hadn''t left yet, and she seemed reluctant to go.


    She told me a story of a girl, an 8-year-old child, who originally had a happy and joyful home. Her


    mother, father and brother, a family of four was originally living a good life.


    Her father was killed in a car ident, and her mother, unable to bear the grief, took her brother and


    remarried, leaving her to be raised by her grandmother.


    Grandma was a cleaningdy, earning a meager ie by cleaning for others, and that''s how her


    existence made her grandmother''s already unpromising life more and more difficult.


    So, her grandmother took out the bitterness and pain of life on her, and the young girl was beaten and


    scolded all day long, and finally chose the most extreme way to end her life in front of her father''s


    grave.


    When she told me this, I was a bit stunned and did not understand why she was talking to me, a


    stranger, about this.


    I was shocked, but I didn''t think much of it.


    Hensley Town was not the ce for me in the end, and this time I came just to see my child.


    I went back to my apartment and took a long nap. In my dream, I vaguely saw the child waving hand to


    me.


    I woke up in tears, crying, and couldn''t fall asleep for a long time.


    The next day.


    When I went downstairs to buy breakfast, I heard the owner of the bakery chatting with her husband.


    "The cemeteryst night a young girlmitted suicide, a pity." The words were full of regret.


    His husband, while busy, said, "You do not blindly listen to those words."


    She pulled up her voice for a while and said, "I didn''t listen blindly. It''s true. I got up this morning to see


    what was posted in my social media. It''s not on the news yet, but it will definitely be on in a while,


    believe it or not, you wait and see."


    The husband sighed, probably because he thought she was a little suspicious.


    The husband and wife had tacitly understanding. One helped customers pack bread, and the other for


    a collection, but not dy any customer''s time.


    After I returned to my apartment, I watched the news of the woman''s suicide.