Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 465

Airport.

Originally intended to go by plane, 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 is complicated, 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 blame you. I can't blame 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. Clariana 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. The beauty was a little breathtaking.

For several long days, I had seen the lights of strange cities and lush green mountains and forests, occasionally passing by villages 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 Clariana's name.

After changing the combination 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 of law 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 his last 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.

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 place 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 cemetery last night a young girl committed 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 delay any customer's time.

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