shuhaige
Chapter 463
Chapter 463
Chapter 463 Rain Pours Down During the Qingming
Festival
He raised his eyebrows, casually saying, “A friend of mine used to like it and took me to eat it a few
times. On the way back, I saw it and thought you would like it, so I brought it back.”
I hummed in agreement, took a few bites of crayfish, and couldn’t resist opening the cake box, taking a
few bites of the sweet dessert. The alternating sweet and spicy flavors gave me an unprecedented
sense of satisfaction.
The previously low spirits had improved quite a bit. Indeed, food is the remedy of life, capable of
alleviating much pain.
He was flipping through the book in his hands, but his mind was on me. He said, “You… didn’t look at
the other books?”
I turned back to look at him, a puzzled expression on my face, and asked, “Do you have any interesting
books here? They’re all about economics. Do you think a layman like me would be interested?”
He raised an eyebrow, chuckled lightly, “Indeed.”
After a few seconds, he said again, “Well…”
“You wanted to ask me if I saw those documents on your desk, didn’t you?” Seeing him beating around
the bush for so long, I couldn’t help but put down the pastry fork in my hand, sat across from him, and
said it bluntly.
He paused slightly, then nodded calmly, asking, “Have you seen it?”
“Hmm!” Since everything was laid out, there was nothing bad to say.
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Looking at him, I said, “But I only read the newspaper, nothing else. Are you investigating something
from ten years ago?”
He nodded, pursed his lips, and still held a book in his hand.
I pursed my lips, asking, “What did you find?” I wasn’t sure what he had found, nor was I certain that if Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.
he really had found something, he would tell me.
Seeing my inquiry, he paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, “No, many things from that
year were deliberately concealed by people, let alone it’s been ten years, it’s hard to investigate.”.
He paused slightly, looked at me, and said, “You seem very curious about what happened ten years
ago?”
Snatching the book from his hand, I gave him a glance and said, “I’m curious about everything. I’ve had
enough to eat, I’m going to read for a while, no more chatting.”
Ten years ago, Alexander probably couldn’t find much information. After all, over the years, there must
have been people looking into it. If anything had really been found, there would have been some stir
by
now.
The thing in Ezra’s hand, it seemed, would have been erased long ago if Henry hadn’t intentionally kept
it years ago.
It was not easy for Alexander to find information about the Hinton family.
Returning to my bedroom, I simply cleared my mind and peacefully read a book.
I didn’t know if it was because of what I had said to Walter that night, but I didn’t see anything about his
marriage to Marjorie in the River City headlines. There wasn’t even a whisper about it, as if no one
cared
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at all.
My mind wasn’t originally on this matter. I was thinking that Stanley might come back to find me, after
all, I was the most suitable candidate for the border mission.
But I waited for a long time and he never sought me out.
In April, during the Qingming Festival, it rained incessantly. It was unclear whether it was due to the
frequent rains in March, but the April rain in River City was not too much, just a light drizzle during the
Qingming Festival.
Qingming Festival, it was the first festival to worship the deceased after my father’s departure. I don’t
know if it was because I missed him too much, but I would often dream of him. The scenes were
always from my childhood when he played with me or when I begged him to
also dream of the tell me stories in his study. Sometimes, I moment he left. Upon waking up, tears were
inevitably shed on the pillow.
In the past, I didn’t believe in ghosts and gods, but now I find myself wishing they were real. If they
were, it would mean that our loved ones, who we once worried about so much, have gone to another
world, rather than disappearing completely.
My mother still refused to see me. I knew her temperament. Although she was usually kind and gentle,
once she got angry, there was no way to appease her.
After returning from the border, I had thought about comforting my mother, asking her to forgive the
words I had said to her at the beginning of the year. But after making a decision, I never bothered her
at the Conner’s place again.
That was fine too. If I had to leave again, why would I bother her?
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With Marjorie by her side and Alexander taking care of her, perhaps if I really died at the border and
couldn’t come back, she wouldn’t be too sad. Even if I couldn’t return, she wouldn’t miss me too much.
I had intentionally avoided my mother when I went to pay respects to my father, but unexpectedly, I ran
into her at the cemetery. The last time I saw her was outside the Hinton family’s old house, with
Marjorie standing by her side. She didn’t look at me.
This time, it was in front of her father’s grave. She quietly cleaned up the clutter in front of the
tombstone. Perhaps sensing someone approaching, she looked up and saw me. Her expression
paused slightly, then she lowered her head and continued to tidy up the clutter.
I brought my father some sake and side dishes that he usually liked. After laying them all out, I bowed
three times to my father.
Mother remained silent, quietly placing down the things brought by Father, then prepared to leave.
She came alone today. Watching her leave, I couldn’t help myself and called out, “Mom!”
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