Withered

One morning five years later.

"It's a pity." Mrs. Brown read the letter from her eldest daughter from her husband's house. "I don't think I will recover from this illness, but you don't have to worry, Mom. Cullens has taken good care of me." Mrs. Brown put the letter paper Folding it up, I couldn't help crying, and said, "My daughter, oh my god, what kind of torture she has suffered."

The Brown family sat in the living room, and the atmosphere was heavy. Mr. Brown said: "Let us pray for Bessie together, poor child."

Northley was in a trance. To be honest, he had completely forgotten how to read the prayers. He gave up praying, stood up, put on his coat, and put on his travel hat. Mr. Brown didn't like others to suspend prayers, and scolded: : "Nosri, what are you going to do?"

"I think, praying to God, it's better to go and see the eldest sister." Northley said after briefly arranging his clothes.Mr. Brown, who had been offended by his faith, was very angry. He never thought that his son, whom he had put so much hope in, would no longer have a heart for God. He pulled his face down and said, "Nosley, you'd better explain what you said. "

Mrs. Brown took Mr. Brown first, and said, "Norsley is just too anxious." Then she said to Nosley, "It's too late now, Nosley. Let's go to Cullens' house together at dawn tomorrow." .”

Nosri shook his head stubbornly, he laughed mockingly, and said, "I don't know how to believe in God now, because I understand that believing in him can't change my life, and praying to him can't make my sister's The disease has improved by half."

Mr. Brown's face turned pale, and he lost his temper, shouting: "Nosley! If you think so, then don't come home again! Get out of me now! Get out!"

Nosley opened the door. He seemed to remember the scene when Mr. Brown was holding him and walking down the street when he was a child. He still wears that cross.It's just that since he knew he couldn't be a priest, Mr. Brown didn't pay any attention to him, which became more and more obvious as he grew up.

"Fuck God." Nosley cursed, ran to the road, lowered his hat, stopped a carriage, and said, "Go to Lear Street."

The Cullens house is at the end of Lear Street. Northley has been here many times, so she found it easily. After knocking on the door for a long time, a servant came to open the door in a hurry. She was frightened by Northley's appearance. After a jump, he lowered his head not to look at Nosley, and brought Nosley to Bessie's room, where Mr. Cullens was also in the room.

He is an honest businessman who runs a small business. His wife's illness made him feel particularly uncomfortable, and he suffered a lot. He nodded to Nosri and left the room with a tired expression.

"Nosley, why are you here?" Bessie forced a smile, but it didn't change her pale expression, "Dr. Jeff just came, and he prescribed a new medicine for me. The good medicine from Rockery County will definitely cure my illness."

Knowsley sat on the chair beside the bed, and he felt a little pain in his eye sockets. Bessie was so beautiful when she was married, and now she was lying on the bed in white clothes, her chestnut hair was no longer shiny, and her lips were white. Yes, he sighed, not knowing what to say.

Bessie stretched out her hand from under the quilt, patted Nosley's hand lightly, and said, "Don't worry, Nosley, I'm ready."

"Why do you say that?" Nosley shook his head hastily and said, "It can be cured, can't it?"

Bessie just smiled and said, "To hell with all the self-deception, I know my days are numbered. This strange disease has plagued me for so long, and I hope there is some relief."

"No, sister." Nosri frowned, sighed again, and said.

Bessie looked at Nosley and smiled, then stared blankly at the ceiling. After a while, she said: "Nosley, this is my sin. I know I can't escape it in my life, since it's Retribution comes so fast, let it come, I know, I know."

Nosley shook his head and asked, "How can you be guilty?"

"You don't know, Nosley."

After Bessie finished speaking, she suddenly choked up and coughed. Mr. Cullens rushed in from outside the room, helped Bessie sit up, patted her on the back, and said to Nosley, "You don't know Bessie?" Can't Akane be emotional now! Please get out immediately!"

"Cough cough... Cullen... cough cough, it's none of Nosley's business..." Bessie said reluctantly, grabbing Mr. Cullens' sleeve.The maid hurriedly brought in the medicine, and everyone was in a hurry, except Nosri, an outsider, standing there at a loss.

He left the Cullens house with just enough money to pay for the bus to Hean Street.

Hean Street is the street closest to Hadfield Manor, and because it is too close to the forest, it is not safe at night, so there are few people here.After he got out of the carriage, a short while later, a carriage slowly came out of the forest. It was the carriage he took when he first went to Hadfield Manor, and he still did so until now. The coachman Rocher was very familiar with him, so he Asked: "Master Nosley, what happened? Your face looks very bad."

Nosley shook his head slightly.

Outside the gate of Hadfield Manor, Morton was standing there. Knowsley pounced on him. He was no longer in the body of a child, but Morton still held him firmly. He smiled slightly and said, "Welcome back .”

This word is not wrong, because Hadfield Manor has almost become Northley's other home. He likes it very much and is used to coming to this manor often. There are many things in Morton's room, all of which are his supplies.

Sometimes Northley came back to Brown's and felt like a ghost, and since Bessie married off, he hated being there less and less because there was only an old man nagging about his daughter's dowry left. Madam, a second sister who is worried about marriage, a third sister who goes to the ball all day long, oh, I almost forgot, and a pastor who is passionate about serving God.

Nosley huddled in Morton's arms. They were lying on the big bed without any candles. The room was very dark. Nosley told Morton about the quarrel with his father. They went to the back and were quiet for a while. Sri said softly, "Morton, Bessie is leaving this world."

Morton stroked his hair and kissed it lightly.

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I’ve updated my 5 or so days of laziness in one day. Today’s 1 update, [-]w word √, is equivalent to a big excess in this novel, right?