Chapter 930:

Summer passed away in these occupations, and my return to China is scheduled for the second half of autumn. However, due to the delay of several accidents, winter and heavy snow arrived, the road was considered impassable, and my trip was postponed until the following spring. I feel this delay is very painful. Because I long to see my hometown and my beloved friends. Because he was unwilling to leave Claireval in a strange place before any residents met, my return was delayed for so long. However, winter had a great time. Although spring is unusually late, spring is here, and its beauty makes up for its expansion.
May has already begun, and I hope to have a letter every day to confirm my departure date. At that time Henry proposed to take a walking tour around Ingolstadt, so that I personally say goodbye to the country where I have had such a long time. I am very happy to join this proposition: I love sports, and I have always been my favorite companion in this kind of nature travel on the scene of my motherland.
We have gone through a hard journey for two weeks: my health and spirit have long been restored, the beneficial air I breathe, the progressive natural events and the conversations of my friends have given them more strength. Previous studies prevented me from interacting with other companions and made me unsocial. Kleval evokes the goodness in my heart. He once again taught me to love nature and the happy faces of children. good friend! How sincere you have loved me and worked hard to improve my thinking until it is consistent with your level. Selfish pursuit makes me helpless, until your tenderness and kindness warms my senses. A few years ago, I became a happy person, loved and loved by everyone without sadness or worries. The inanimate nature can give me the most pleasant feeling when I am happy. A quiet sky and emerald green fields fascinated me. This season is indeed sacred. The spring flowers are blooming on the hedge, and the summer flowers are already budding. Although I tried my best to put these ideas into practice, the ideas that had oppressed me during the previous year did not bother me in the slightest.
Henry was happy for my happiness and expressed sincere sympathy for my feelings: he did his best to make me happy, and at the same time expressed his inner feelings. This time his thought resources are really amazing: his conversations are full of imagination; he often imitates Persian and Arab writers, he invented wonderful stories of fantasy and passion. At other times, he repeated my favorite poems, or led me into disputes, for which he was very talented.
We returned to our university on Sunday afternoon: the farmers were dancing, and everyone we met seemed very happy. My own emotions are very high, and I am also full of infinite joy and joy.
Seven
After returning to China, I received the following letter from my father:
"My dear Victor,
"You may have been waiting impatiently for a letter to confirm the date of your return to us; at first I wanted to write a few lines, only mentioning the day I should expect you. But it will be a cruel kindness, I dare not Do this. On the contrary, my son, when you expect a happy and joyful reception, will you be surprised to see tears and miserable things? Victor, how can I deal with our misfortune? Absence cannot make you right Our joy and sorrow are cold; how can I bring pain to my long-absent son? I hope to prepare this unfortunate news for you, but I know it is impossible. Even now, your eyes are still Skip over the page to find the text for the scary message to convey to you.
"William is dead!-That lovely kid, his smile made my heart happy and warmed my heart, he is so gentle, but so gay! Victor, he was murdered!
"I will not try to comfort you; but I will only briefly explain the transaction.
"Last Thursday, May 7th, I, my niece and your two brothers went for a walk. The evening was warm and peaceful, and we had a longer journey than usual. It was already dusk when we wanted to return. Then we found out before William and Ernest, who had always been there, could not be found. Therefore, we sat in our seats until they came back. Ernest came right away and asked if we had seen his brother. He said that he had been talking to He played, William ran away to hide himself, he searched for him in vain, and waited a long time thereafter, but he did not come back.
"This statement shocked us. We continued to search for him until night fell when Elizabeth speculated that he might have returned to the house. He was not there. We returned again with torches; because when I thought my lovely boy was lost Myself, when exposed to the night’s moisture and dew, I couldn’t rest. Elizabeth also suffered a great deal. At about five o’clock in the morning, I found a lovely boy. I saw the blooming flower the night before. He is healthy and motionless in the grass. The marks on the murderer's fingers are on his neck.
"He was taken home, and the pain visible on my face revealed the secret to Elizabeth. She saw the body very seriously. At first, I tried to stop her, but she persisted and entered the room where the room was. He checked the victim's neck in a hurry and squeezed her hand and shouted: "God! I killed my baby!
"She fainted and recovered with extreme difficulty. When she lived again, she just cried and sighed. She told me that William teased her that night and asked him to wear the very precious miniature of your mother she had. This painting Gone, it is undoubtedly the temptation of murderous behavior. Although we spared no effort to find him, we currently have no trace of him. But they will not restore my beloved William!
"Come on, dearest Victor; you can comfort Elizabeth alone. She keeps crying and unfairly accuses herself of his death. Her words touched my heart. We are all upset; but , My son, isn’t this an extra motivation for you to come back and become our comforter? Your dear mom! Victor! I say now, thank God, she did not live to see her youngest dear cruel and miserable Death!
"Come on, Victor; instead of contemplating the idea of ​​revenge against the assassins, but with a sense of peace and tenderness, this can heal rather than fester our spiritual wounds. My friend, enter the mourning house, but for Those who love you should be kind and affectionate, not hatred of your enemies.
"Your affectionate and painful father,
"Alphons Frankenstein.
"Geneva, May 12, 17—."
Kleval kept looking at my face while reading this letter, but was surprised to find that this despair made me happy when I first received new news from my friends. I threw the letter on the table and covered my face with my hands.
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