Chapter 468: Chapter 468
###Chapter 465 All People Get Lost - Part 2
Looking back at my childhood was something I was concerned about. Once I face my reality, that was forever.
I was at the airport.
I originally planned to go by plane, but after thinking about it, I finally chose the train.
It was a long way, but the scenery will be good.
When the train started, I took out my cell phone and left without saying goodbye. How could I not say goodbye?
The meaning of words was probably that what the mouth cannot say, but words can.
Jordan, I'm sorry I left like this without saying goodbye. When I came back from Primrose, I thought I was already okay and could stay with you and live a good life, but everything is complicated and there was nothing so easy in this world. After the knife wound healed, it still left a scar. Even if it was no longer painful, it still hurts whenever I see it.
I went to the hospital, and the doctor said I could no longer get pregnant. It was like a dream. The premature death of that child made me lose my ability to be a mother. I couldn't blame Erin. I could only bear it alone. You are my relatives and lovers.'
Aaron told me that the baby did not suffocate to death when it was born, but it was a little deformed. You see, I was not qualified as a mother at all. He just picked me when he picked his mother in the sky because he wanted to be my child too much. I forgot to bring something with me. He ran to me so hard, but I failed to catch him. Jordan, please forgive me for leaving in this way again, and Blossom will be with you.
Jordan, I will leave first. In the past, I thought that if someone got hurt, I would always take revenge, but later I found that it was all just messing around. I didn't want to take revenge on anyone, nor did I want to curse anyone. I stopped this game first.'
The speed of the train was very fast, all the way forward. The green train passed through the mountain forest full of mountain flowers. The beauty was breathtaking.
After a tiring few days, I have seen the dim lights of a strange city, the green mountains and forests, and occasionally passing by villages and towns, all of which were gone in the twinkling of an eye.
As I carefully thought about the past years, it seemed to be the same as my past these years. Looking back carefully, it seemed that everything was just a dream of mine.
In this dream, I finally became a passer-by.
I arrived in Greenville in the early morning, found a hotel near the station, and had a night's rest.
I slept a little deeper, and when I woke up, it was noon the next day, and my phone number had to be changed.
I simply went to the mobile company and changed my local card to Greenville's.
Why did I choose Greenville in the end? Someone once told me that if you wanted to stay away from the busy city life, then Greenville was the best choice.
Here in Greenville, it was way better than Primrose. It was a great place to live forever.
Maisie bought this place and has not been lived in. I have never set foot in this place. It was left after the name under Blossom.
I changed the password of the lock, cleaned, and moved in. I was daydreaming of when Maisie and I came here to Greenville, which seemed to be just an instant.
Aaron said that he buried the child in Greenville Cemetery. He probably chose that place because I once told him that my dream was to take him to live in Greenville.
It has been a long time, so I couldn't remember it clearly.
It was already the month of May.
The weather began to get hot. On my way to the graveyard, many people squatted by the side of the road to burn paper money.
Greenville was not big, the pace of life is slow, and most of the people living here were locals.
Most people still retain the traditional habits and customs of the older generation, so the habit of burning paper money in the graveyard was not allowed.
But the people were willing not to change after repeated teachings and were not good at violent law enforcement, so they simply gave it up.
If you wanted to cry, there was no way to cry. The child's name was Aaron, not named after his surname.
I settled in the south.
In front of the tombstone, the picture of the child has been blurred, and the tomb was covered with weeds.
I crouched in front of the grave and carefully pulled it out to clean up the messy place around me.
I leaned my forehead against the grave and smiled. "I'm sorry, my child that mommy has just visited now."
After running away for so many years, I thought I could let it go, but I couldn't.
Someone was crying in a low voice. It was a woman looking in her mid-thirties.
I looked sideways at the tombstone in front of her. It was a middle-aged woman, presumably the mother.
Comfort was useless, so I chose to be silent. I just looked at her crying bitterly. My heart was empty, how can I have no tears?
After a while, the woman stopped crying and noticed me, slightly stupefied, but spoke in a hoarse voice, "You ..."
I smiled. "Come and see the baby!"
As she looked sideways, she noticed that the picture on the tombstone was a little blurry, but she could probably see that it was a child.
Slightly stupefied, she opened her mouth and asked, "how old was it?"
"Full term!" Maybe a little longer.
She looked at me and her eyes were still red. "You see, life is a matter of the twinkling of an eye."
I was silent while looking down.
When I left the graveyard, the girl hadn't left, and she didn't seem to want to go.
She told me a story about a girl, an 8-year-old child, who originally had a happy family, mother, father, and brother. And the family of four had a good life.
But sometimes, the joy will lead to sorrow. The disaster started with her mother and father, and when she could no longer bear the sadness, remarried with her younger brother and left her for her grandmother to raise her.
Grandma was a divine woman who earned a small amount of money by reading fortune-telling to others. That to say, her existence made Grandma's life, which was not optimistic, more and more embarrassing.
So, grandma gave her the pain and sadness of life by abusing and beating her. As a young woman, she finally chose the most extreme way to end her life in front of her father's grave.
When she told me this, I froze and wondered why she told that to a stranger.
Even though I was shocked, I didn't show it.
Greenville was not my destination in the end. This time, I just came to see my child.
I went back to my apartment and had a long sleep. In my dream, I vaguely saw the child waving goodbye to me.
I woke up from a dream with tears in my eyes. After that, I couldn't sleep for a long time.
The memory was torn apart and the pain tore my heart and lungs.
It was already the next day.
When I went downstairs to buy breakfast, I heard the owner of the bakeshop chatting with her husband.
"It's such a pity that a young girl committed suicide at Greenville Cemetery last night." Her voice was full of regret.
While her husband was busy, he said, "Don't listen to those words."
She immediately raised her voice and said, "I'm not listening. It's true. I got up in the morning to read what I posted in my moments. It was not on the news yet, but I'm sure I'll be on it soon. If you don't believe me, wait and see."
Her husband sighed, probably thinking she was a little paranoid.
The husband and wife had an unspoken understanding. While the other would serve bread, the other would be in the cashier collecting the customer's money. It was great teamwork to not waste the customer's time.
I only saw the news about the girl committing suicide when I got back to my apartment. It said that she slit her wrist and committed suicide.