Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 61 Memory Recovery

So his curiosity about her quickly turned into admiration, and this admiration has always been rooted in his mind. Even though he was later blown to the south by the storm of fate, and the flow of memory was mysteriously cut off in the middle, it was not shaken, untouched. Thinking that I would meet them again in the south so soon.However, he still hadn't thought of the reason and way he would come to the south.

The gate of memory was closed again in an instant, and no light could penetrate, and the darkness made him dizzy.It's just that he didn't pat his head again, he didn't allow himself to do so, for fear of disturbing Angela's sleep.He thought she was an angel before, but he didn't expect that she really was.He never expected that the real world could connect with his dream, but they unexpectedly had a wonderful intersection.Maybe it's the miracle that the dream illuminates reality and casts brilliant colors on it; reality responds generously, as if wanting to become one with it.

However, he knows better than anyone else that they will never merge.The soil of reality allows dreams to sprout, but never gives them a chance to grow.Dreams can only hover high above the sky, but they cannot return to the ground.Like the swift that flies faster than any bird, once it hits the ground, it means the death of the end.

So why, do people still dream?Is it looking for a reason to survive?Perhaps it should be said that reality allows people to learn to survive, and dreams allow people to have the courage to surpass survival.Jack looked at Angela quietly, the soft light in his eyes could even be described as "grateful".He has always wanted to find his own memory, but this cannot be said to be his dream, it can only be said to be a responsibility.He originally thought that he no longer believed in dreams, but Angela's smile made him discover the power of dreams, or in other words, her smile has become his new dream.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a long time, maybe not too long, Jack saw Angela slowly opened his eyes, the pure blue eyes were as clear as two pieces of sea ice without impurities.Her eyes were not looking at herself, but quietly looking at the high ceiling.Then she slowly turned her head and saw the boy sitting beside her.She didn't panic, and she wasn't even surprised. Her eyes seemed to be frozen, revealing a crystal cold air, which isolated her from the world around her.Jack could see that she didn't welcome him, or that she didn't care about the sudden addition of another person in the room, because all her energy was put on another thing, so she didn't have the energy to care about other things .But she still spoke, with the cold politeness common to strangers in her voice: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Jack." He was not surprised that Angela had forgotten himself, and before she could ask, he added a sentence to explain why he was here, "I'm a doctor, and I'm here to see you."

"It's a doctor again." She turned her head back and ignored him, and she didn't express any surprise or ridicule when a boy about her age called himself a "doctor".The atmosphere in the room instantly cooled down, and Jack's feeling just now disappeared.The dream was shattered, and that was the only feeling he had left at the moment.Angela's expression at this moment is even colder than when she first came to the doctor. The illness that even Mr. Duncan could not cure at that time is now more serious. What can he do?Although he had learned hypnotism from a doctor before, after all, he didn't learn it for a long time, and he didn't learn many things. Now his memory happened to be missing that part, and he couldn't do anything about it.No, he seemed to think of something again, Dr. Duncan's house, the house that was more beautiful than Tara, the fire, the dense crowd, and, the dead bodies, Mr. and Mrs. Duncan's, he couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice With a sound.Angela had closed her eyes at first, but opened them again after hearing the exclamation. The indifference in her eyes was gradually replaced by nervousness and curiosity, but she was not afraid.

Jack beat his head with his hands, it was like this again, every time, but he couldn't help it.The only consolation is that that headache is now gone.In the past, every time he recalled the past, he felt that there was someone in his mind trying to stop him, but now "he" has disappeared, he has no opponent, but he still can't talk about winning.

"Are you okay?" Angela hesitated for a moment, but decided to stop him.

"Ah? I'm fine. I'm sorry to scare you." Jack was brought back to reality by her voice, and only then did he remember where he was and what he was doing. He immediately turned to the other party in less than three sentences as usual Apologize to lighten the mood.Only this time, Angela didn't accept his way at all.

"I'm not that timid." Angela's expression looked a little angry, and the coldness in her eyes disappeared. The sea ice melted into sea water, which looked so vivid. "I've seen more exciting scenes. What's this?" Seeing that Jack's expression changed from apologetic to surprised, she also realized that what she said was a little too much, so she immediately turned her head and ignored Jack.

"Really? I really didn't see that." Jack deliberately played against her. In fact, he should have thought that the wife's daughter who dared to separate from her husband and run a business on her own would never be so timid. "Then why don't you let another doctor come and see what's wrong with you?" He felt himself gradually relax in front of Angela, and the sense of holy awe disappeared, which was a good thing for him.The sense of sanctity comes from inequality, and what he has been pursuing is equality.

"I'm not sick at all, why see a doctor?" Angela was successfully provoked by him, and gave him a hard look.

"People who are sick say that, and it doesn't count." Seeing that her face became gloomy, Jack quickly added, "Of course, people who are really not sick can also say the same."

"It's not up to you to judge whether you're sick or not, otherwise the doctors would all starve to death." Seeing her expression calm down, he said while the iron was hot: "Okay, even though I'm a doctor without a license, at least I'm a doctor." Know something. If Your Excellency would do me the honor—I wish you would let me see it. Your mother and my guardian are still waiting below."

He intentionally mentioned Landria, hoping to impress her.Unexpectedly, Angela's expression changed immediately when she heard Lan Li's name, that painful expression seemed to be enduring something desperately.Jack felt as if he had said something he shouldn't have said, and looked at her nervously.But soon she returned to normal and asked Jack to go out first, and she wanted to get up and change clothes.Although Jack was puzzled by her expression, he went out according to her words.From upstairs, you can easily see the situation in the living room below. Miss Scarlett and Mrs. Landria are discussing something very carefully. Because the voice is very low, even though they are not far away, he can't hear them at all. say what.The things they discussed should be quite serious, which can be seen from their faces.Because it was too serious, I didn't notice Jack's existence at all.Jack leaned on the railing, letting his thoughts be blown into a long line by the wind, extending to places he didn't know.The kite has flown away, and only this lonely thread is left in my hand.

If Mrs. Landria really divorced her husband, then it is not surprising that she came to Atlanta from the north, but how could she take her daughter away?That husband is too irresponsible.From her performance, it can be seen that she loves her daughter very much, so why did Angela react so strangely when she mentioned her name just now, as if she hated her mother very much.It can't be called hate, it's more appropriate to say resentment.Maybe Angela's illness has something to do with her, what did she do?Jack couldn't make sense of it here, so he turned his attention to his previous meeting with them.It was Angela who came to see the doctor. How did Mrs. Landria describe her condition? She was inexplicably depressed and had a bad appetite. When she asked her what was going on, she didn't say anything.At that time, they were still in the north, and Angela was already in this state. She could only think that although Mrs. Landria's husband was also in the north, he was not in the same place as her, and she could also think that Angela's illness had nothing to do with her father.They didn't come back later, and Dr. Duncan has been doing research since they left. He should be working hard to cure Angela, but unfortunately he didn't succeed.As for why it didn't work out, because he died.Jack's memory was like a railway that was suddenly connected to the track. The trains of thought were running on their own tracks, but now they collided fiercely together, and without exception, a huge explosion occurred in his brain.Suffering from massive headaches, he struggled to keep the track intact amidst the clouds of black smoke and fire.He succeeded, he remembered. Not long after Mrs. Landria's mother and daughter left, Dr. Duncan's family died strangely. Regarding the cause of their death, he can deduce with great certainty that this is the same as the day he remembered. It's about the crazy crowd of people who are completely devoid of humanity and just a pack of hungry wolves.When people become wolves, other people who have not turned into wolves will naturally degenerate into their food—perhaps it is more accurate to say “them”—and Dr. Duncan and Mrs. Duncan are the innocent victims.Many of them are his compatriots. Thinking of this makes his teeth cold. Before that, although he didn't like the poor and weak country he was born in, he just didn't like it. Just don't provoke it, and it won't bother you.But now he is completely disgusted with it, angry, even hated.From now on, he will tie the heaviest burden on himself, and he will bear the hatred.Because it took away what he loved, he hated it; because he hated it, he couldn't forget his hatred, so that thing was even more hateful, and it would only become more hateful in the future.He didn't think about the nuances and dislocations in time, and he didn't think about why compatriots who were regarded as "inferior citizens" dared to conflict with "foreign adults", but he was immersed in his own hatred.Hate is a fire with no sense of direction, which burns away all his reason and kindness.He clenched his fist subconsciously, but he didn't know where to swing it.