Chapter 287: emotion

Chapter 288
"Mad?" Charles turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.
His sailor West was across the street with a large and two young, looking at the big and small bags in their hands, it seemed that he was here to shop.
Seeing his captain's gaze swept over, West's scared hand couldn't hold the apple juice securely, and he blocked his brother in front of what he was about to say.
Charles had already rushed over and pulled him away with his hands. He squatted down and looked at the seven or eight-year-old boy in front of him. "have you seen Me?"
Seeing Charles's fierce look, West's younger brother shrank back towards his mother with a little courage.
Jelena also enlarged her eyes and looked at the man in front of her.
At first she thought that her little son had admitted wrong, but after careful observation, it became more and more similar.
The tattoo spread from the neck to the face and pressed the left arm of the prosthesis. There is also a scar on his face.
All this shows that this man is really the lunatic, the lunatic who has been at their door for more than a year.
Suddenly meeting the old man, Jelena didn't panic, but a smile of relief appeared on her face.
She touched Charles' face like her own child, "I didn't expect you to wake up sober. This is really great. I knew it was better to live than to die."
Looking at the hand of the old woman in front of him, Charles did not hide. The woman with wrinkles on her face had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"This lady, have you seen me too? When?"
"Of course I have seen you. You squatted not far from our house for a long time. There are usually some leftovers. I kept a copy for you. You were crazy at the time and you even drank the water in the gutter."
I have to say that this world is really small, and Charles really didn't expect that he would actually meet people here, who he had been madly in contact with.
He looked at West who hesitated to say aside, "The reason this kid is so familiar is because I saw him when I was crazy?"
When Irina saw the drawing board behind Charles, there was a hint of surprise in her voice. "Child, are you a painter now?"
"Mother, he's actually not—" West stood up and just wanted to explain, causing Charles to cast his eyes back.
"Yes, ma'am, I am a painter." Charles replied in a rare and gentle voice.
Jelena nodded approvingly. "It's great, there is a craft that makes money that won't starve to death. By the way, can you draw one for our family of four? Since his father died, our family has never painted a family painting again."
Thinking of the broken paintbrush, Charles shook his head more. "Sorry, next time, my paintbrushes are all broken, I have time to draw one for you for free."
"Okay, okay, then you go back quickly, your beautiful wife must be waiting for you to come home for dinner?" Irina nodded with a smile, she likes this kind of good things to happen.
"Wife? Have you met my wife Anna?" Charles opened his eyes slightly.
"So that girl's name is Anna? She is so beautiful. When I found you in the trash that day, she lay on your body and cried. She was sad."
Charles frowned slightly, he looked at the woman in front of him and asked, "What you said is true?"
The wife she was talking about was not Anna, but Margaret who had just met.
At this time Charles's head couldn't turn around. He knew that Margaret had saved and took care of herself, but the relationship between the two was not so deep, right?
When I first saw Margaret, I treated her as a check for 5 million echoes, and I guess her impression of herself was not much better.
Later, I heard her brother said that she saved herself when she was crazy, and that only proved that she had a good heart.
But when it comes to love, Margaret is completely out of touch with herself, and the two have no contact at all. When did she fall in love with herself?
"This lady, please wait a moment. Are you sure she is holding me tightly and crying?"
Jelena's eyes widened, "Of course, when she rushed into the lunatic group to find someone, I happened to give away the washed clothes to the guests. I stood by and saw it clearly."
"How dirty and smelly you were at the time, but she was holding you tightly and crying like that. I was a girl too. She can do this and love you and live and live. In this world, there can be such a person. You must cherish the woman who really loves you."
Various images of Margaret flashed through Charles's mind.
The fear of the first meeting, the cautiousness afterwards, the eagerness to meet at the Governor's Mansion, and the indifference in her eyes just now.
The impression of this girl changed a lot in his mind.
Seeing that there was something wrong with Charles' expression, the smile on Jelena's face gradually disappeared. Some asked carefully: "What's the matter? Did something happen to your wife afterwards?"
Charles didn't answer, he threw the drawing board at the side of West, and turned and rushed towards the dock.
"He...what's wrong with him?" Irina looked at her son suspiciously.
West looked helpless. "My mother, in fact, he is not only an ordinary painter, he is also the governor of this island now."
Jelena's eyes widened, and she pointed to Charles's back, "This child is the governor of the island?! How is this possible? I have watched him for more than a year, this lunatic.
West also looked helpless. How could he not think that his captain would be a lunatic at his doorstep. This is incredible. Why didn't he find out before?
Charles quickly rushed back to the port, and after looking around, he did not find the person he was looking for.
He snapped his fingers at the dark place next to him, "You all come out, where did the person who talked to me just now?"
A group of mice rushed out of the muddy fish market and quickly formed an arrow to swing toward the sea.
Charles followed the direction to the pier, only to find that apart from the passing ships, he found nothing. "Is it really here? Where are the people?"
After the mice squeaked a few times~EbookFREE.me~ they all swept their heads and looked at him. Obviously they don't know.
Charles, with a complex expression, looked at the sea in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said, "Why didn't you tell? How can I know if you don't tell me?"
After Charles finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the navy. Since the other party wanted someone to ship, maybe he could be found over there.
Not long after Charles had left, the wet Margaret crawled out of the sea.
She took out a piece of white paper with a trace of trembling with her white hands. It was the picture Charles had just painted.
The paper was completely saturated with sea water, and Marguerite, who was smiling on the drawing paper, slowly cracked and dropped to the ground.
She lowered her head, tears mingled with the sea water running down the scar on her face.
"Yeah... Why didn't I just say it directly? It would be fine if I said it directly before."
(End of this chapter)