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 fl*pping 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 l*ps, and still held a book in his hand.
I pursed my l*ps, asking, “What did you find?” I wasn’t sure what he had found, nor was I certain that if 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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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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