Chapter 792: 792
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Erica's entire world collapsed. She cried so heartbreaking and earth-shattering. She firmly grasped Henry and refused to let go, struggling desperately in the arms of the social worker, trying to break free.
Henry is the only beauty in her life. It is also the first time in her life that she feels warmth and her only support in life. But now, she has to leave again and is forced to return to that cold and cruel world. in.
Erica roared desperately, and the call was heartbreaking, "Henry, don't abandon me, no Henry! Don't, don't!"
One more earnest, one more pain, one more despair.
Henry stood on the spot at a loss, turned his head, didn't dare to look directly at Erica's eyes, and folded his hands cautiously, but the vibrating pupils and stiff shoulders revealed the struggle and turbulence in his heart.
He lifted his left hand and tried to arrange the hanging hair to the back of his head, but before the palm of his hand touched the hair, he stiffened in the air, his eyes were in a daze, the light shining from the depths of his eyes. Suffering from the great pain and difficulty, the fragility between the eyebrows wafted little by little, and the left hand fell slowly and slowly, and placed it lightly on the hair, not daring to let it down completely, it seemed that even The steps of time stopped in those eyes.
Erica left, her cries echoing in the corridor, gradually, gradually dissipating, and silent.
Henry stood at the door and grabbed the door frame with his right hand. He should close the door, but his action was stiff, leaving only a back to the camera. The deep sadness revealed a deep sense of helplessness and helplessness. , He just stood in place for a long time, and for a long time, it seemed that his feet could no longer support the weight of his body.
Then he closed the door of the room. Turning around, leaning against the door, his strong shoulders are like a castle built of sand, slowly and slowly disintegrating, and you can even clearly see the process of falling gravel; the lines of the lips gradually tighten. , Tolerated and depressed, dull and tortured, his eyes flushed shallowly, covered with a layer of translucent mist, patience, patience, but still did not hold back the tears, and quietly slipped down.
A tall, strong-willed, introverted and calm man, standing in place at this time, at a loss, lost in despair, and tears, the despair in the depths of his eyes gradually, little by little, standing still firmly. In the same place, but only a body remains, and the light of the soul is gradually dimming. Suddenly, choking.
Mark opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't react at all. There were no tears, no shouts, no pain, but a suffocating heat surged. At this moment, Mark truly understood Henry's soul:
Under the intact and healthy body, there is a bruised soul wandering alone and lonely, unable to leave, but unable to stay, looking at the devastated and ruined place, trying to help but unable to do anything; trying to be indifferent but hearted Fetters; trying to redeem, but helpless.
The faint loneliness was so strong and hot that it almost burned his soul. Mark's fingertips began to tremble, his shoulders began to tremble, and even his heart began to tremble slightly.
An empty school is like a school in ruins. On the day the parents came to visit, the whole school was empty. Only the teachers sat in the classroom, waiting for the parents to arrive, but finally got nothing. The huge campus is like an empty city and a ghost, so empty that it makes people panic. There is another sadness pervading:
Is it just this school? Or maybe the whole society is like this.
The whole school is falling apart, the principal is fired, the teachers are lost, Henry is about to leave, and even the students don’t seem to come to class anymore. It's like the status quo of society, like the education system, like... the future prospects, everything is falling apart.
But when he learned that Henry was about to leave, the students in the class expressed regret. Even Jerry, who was swearing in the first class, reluctantly gave up. In their eyes, Henry was the only one who cared about them, but couldn't stay and continue to take care of them, so they were abandoned again.
"We need something to help us withdraw from the complexity of reality, and think more or less about the origin of these problems; think more or less about how we can work hard..." Facing the interview With the close-up shot of Henry, Henry fell into his own thoughts. When he was stunned, he raised his eyes and looked at the camera. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he began to trance again.
At the end of the last class, Henry left the teaching building, and then saw Meredith who was setting up a stall at the door. She did not attend Henry's last class. At this time, Meredith set up a cupcake booth, with smile-faced cupcakes full of dangling cupcakes in front of them, but the students in a hurry, no one stopped.
Henry looked at Meredith, who was dodging his eyes. After all, he stepped forward and said hello, "Hey, Meredith, I haven't seen you in class so much recently. What have you been doing?"
"Bake." Meredith glanced at Henry deeply, smiled relievedly, and replied.
Henry closed his jaw gently, "I noticed." He pursed the corner of his mouth and said hesitantly, "It's nice to see you, because today is my last day in school."
"How ironic." Meredith didn't care anymore, and said lightly. A simple sentence has a lot of meaning.
Henry didn't notice it, but took out a diary from his briefcase and handed it over, "I bought it for myself, but I think it should be more useful to give it to you."
Meredith took the diary, but didn't say a word, just put the diary aside, raised his head, and looked at Henry stubbornly. The scorching gaze made Henry a little embarrassed. He lowered his gaze and changed the subject, "I think that one is the best." Henry pointed to a cupcake next to it.
All cupcakes have a white background and green as a smiling face; but that cupcake is different, with a green background and white as a crying face.
Meredith shook his head with a chuckle, "I can't give it to you. That belongs to me." Henry's eyes paused for a moment, and the smile on his mouth closed. Meredith bent over and picked up another cupcake, "But, can you take this, okay?" Passed it over, "I think this is more suitable for you."
"Thank you." Henry took the cupcake, looked at the smile on it, and when he raised his eyes again, he finally said, "I'm sorry. If I hurt you in any way, then..." Look With Meredith's painful eyes dodging, Henry's pupils also struggled, "I know you are uncomfortable now, but you won't always be like this..."
"Goodbye, Teacher Bart." Meredith resisted tears, interrupted Henry's words, and said roughly to see him off.
Henry looked at Meredith in a daze, and the loneliness between his eyebrows fell down, and finally he gently retracted his jaw, expressing his agreement. But his footsteps stayed in place, his inner struggle and torture never let go of his conscience, but he could do nothing. He raised the cupcake in his hand and motioned, "Goodbye, Meredith."
Henry's voice was trembling slightly, sighing and at a loss.
Watching Henry leave, Meredith picked up the green cupcake and began to eat it. Henry seemed to perceive something and turned around, then Meredith widened his eyes and lifted his chin slightly, as if provocatively, one bite, another bite, and the whole cupcake was stuffed into his mouth.
The determination, the anger, the loss fell in Henry's eyes, but he was puzzled. I suddenly remembered the conversation just now in my mind:
Today is my last day in school.
How ironic.
For Meredith, today is her best day in the world. That is deadly poison.
Meredith fainted with foam at his mouth, Henry rushed forward desperately, hugged Meredith tightly, and kept muttering, "No, no, no..." He tried to save Merry. Diss, trying to take out all the cupcakes in his mouth, trying to do CPR, trying to breathe, he was just desperate and vaguely busy, "Meredith, everything will be okay, everything will be okay, everything It will be all right..."
But to no avail ~www.novelhall.com~ As he talked, his voice began to hoarse, the loss, the bitterness, the despair, slowly and decisively tearing his soul. Whispering and lacking eyes, they outline the vastness and magnificence of the collapse of the world, and the silent shock is enough to make the soul speechless.
"We have a responsibility to guide the younger generation and prevent them from becoming a beat generation." During the interview, Henry's voice was trembling slightly. He raised his eyes hard to avoid the exploration of the camera, but the touch was broken. "Don’t let them fall, don’t let them become worthless." The hoarse voice stopped abruptly, and there was no water stain in the eyes, but it revealed the most magnificent in the world. His sorrow, curled, and lightly, left an indelible trace in the heart of every audience.
Henry found Erica again, and the little Nizi saw Henry's figure from a distance. She burst into tears and was overjoyed. She rushed over quickly and threw herself into Henry's arms like a swallow returning home. Holding Henry tightly and tightly, unwilling to let go, tears wet his cheeks, but a beautiful and happy smile burst out from the corners of his mouth, shining brightly under the sunset.
Time seems to freeze at this moment.
"When I walked down the corridor and you were in the classroom... how many of you... have ever felt the weight pressed against your chest? I have felt it." The last class, the final farewell, and the final confession .
Henry's expression was still calm and calm, but the confusion and deepness in the eyebrows could be read for the first time. "Everyone? Poe wrote about this situation more than a hundred years ago. With reading, we can find that Usher House is not only an ancient, declining, and renovating castle, but also reflects the emergence of the world. Bleak.")!!
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Erica's entire world collapsed. She cried so heartbreaking and earth-shattering. She firmly grasped Henry and refused to let go, struggling desperately in the arms of the social worker, trying to break free.
Henry is the only beauty in her life. It is also the first time in her life that she feels warmth and her only support in life. But now, she has to leave again and is forced to return to that cold and cruel world. in.
Erica roared desperately, and the call was heartbreaking, "Henry, don't abandon me, no Henry! Don't, don't!"
One more earnest, one more pain, one more despair.
Henry stood on the spot at a loss, turned his head, didn't dare to look directly at Erica's eyes, and folded his hands cautiously, but the vibrating pupils and stiff shoulders revealed the struggle and turbulence in his heart.
He lifted his left hand and tried to arrange the hanging hair to the back of his head, but before the palm of his hand touched the hair, he stiffened in the air, his eyes were in a daze, the light shining from the depths of his eyes. Suffering from the great pain and difficulty, the fragility between the eyebrows wafted little by little, and the left hand fell slowly and slowly, and placed it lightly on the hair, not daring to let it down completely, it seemed that even The steps of time stopped in those eyes.
Erica left, her cries echoing in the corridor, gradually, gradually dissipating, and silent.
Henry stood at the door and grabbed the door frame with his right hand. He should close the door, but his action was stiff, leaving only a back to the camera. The deep sadness revealed a deep sense of helplessness and helplessness. , He just stood in place for a long time, and for a long time, it seemed that his feet could no longer support the weight of his body.
Then he closed the door of the room. Turning around, leaning against the door, his strong shoulders are like a castle built of sand, slowly and slowly disintegrating, and you can even clearly see the process of falling gravel; the lines of the lips gradually tighten. , Tolerated and depressed, dull and tortured, his eyes flushed shallowly, covered with a layer of translucent mist, patience, patience, but still did not hold back the tears, and quietly slipped down.
A tall, strong-willed, introverted and calm man, standing in place at this time, at a loss, lost in despair, and tears, the despair in the depths of his eyes gradually, little by little, standing still firmly. In the same place, but only a body remains, and the light of the soul is gradually dimming. Suddenly, choking.
Mark opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't react at all. There were no tears, no shouts, no pain, but a suffocating heat surged. At this moment, Mark truly understood Henry's soul:
Under the intact and healthy body, there is a bruised soul wandering alone and lonely, unable to leave, but unable to stay, looking at the devastated and ruined place, trying to help but unable to do anything; trying to be indifferent but hearted Fetters; trying to redeem, but helpless.
The faint loneliness was so strong and hot that it almost burned his soul. Mark's fingertips began to tremble, his shoulders began to tremble, and even his heart began to tremble slightly.
An empty school is like a school in ruins. On the day the parents came to visit, the whole school was empty. Only the teachers sat in the classroom, waiting for the parents to arrive, but finally got nothing. The huge campus is like an empty city and a ghost, so empty that it makes people panic. There is another sadness pervading:
Is it just this school? Or maybe the whole society is like this.
The whole school is falling apart, the principal is fired, the teachers are lost, Henry is about to leave, and even the students don’t seem to come to class anymore. It's like the status quo of society, like the education system, like... the future prospects, everything is falling apart.
But when he learned that Henry was about to leave, the students in the class expressed regret. Even Jerry, who was swearing in the first class, reluctantly gave up. In their eyes, Henry was the only one who cared about them, but couldn't stay and continue to take care of them, so they were abandoned again.
"We need something to help us withdraw from the complexity of reality, and think more or less about the origin of these problems; think more or less about how we can work hard..." Facing the interview With the close-up shot of Henry, Henry fell into his own thoughts. When he was stunned, he raised his eyes and looked at the camera. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he began to trance again.
At the end of the last class, Henry left the teaching building, and then saw Meredith who was setting up a stall at the door. She did not attend Henry's last class. At this time, Meredith set up a cupcake booth, with smile-faced cupcakes full of dangling cupcakes in front of them, but the students in a hurry, no one stopped.
Henry looked at Meredith, who was dodging his eyes. After all, he stepped forward and said hello, "Hey, Meredith, I haven't seen you in class so much recently. What have you been doing?"
"Bake." Meredith glanced at Henry deeply, smiled relievedly, and replied.
Henry closed his jaw gently, "I noticed." He pursed the corner of his mouth and said hesitantly, "It's nice to see you, because today is my last day in school."
"How ironic." Meredith didn't care anymore, and said lightly. A simple sentence has a lot of meaning.
Henry didn't notice it, but took out a diary from his briefcase and handed it over, "I bought it for myself, but I think it should be more useful to give it to you."
Meredith took the diary, but didn't say a word, just put the diary aside, raised his head, and looked at Henry stubbornly. The scorching gaze made Henry a little embarrassed. He lowered his gaze and changed the subject, "I think that one is the best." Henry pointed to a cupcake next to it.
All cupcakes have a white background and green as a smiling face; but that cupcake is different, with a green background and white as a crying face.
Meredith shook his head with a chuckle, "I can't give it to you. That belongs to me." Henry's eyes paused for a moment, and the smile on his mouth closed. Meredith bent over and picked up another cupcake, "But, can you take this, okay?" Passed it over, "I think this is more suitable for you."
"Thank you." Henry took the cupcake, looked at the smile on it, and when he raised his eyes again, he finally said, "I'm sorry. If I hurt you in any way, then..." Look With Meredith's painful eyes dodging, Henry's pupils also struggled, "I know you are uncomfortable now, but you won't always be like this..."
"Goodbye, Teacher Bart." Meredith resisted tears, interrupted Henry's words, and said roughly to see him off.
Henry looked at Meredith in a daze, and the loneliness between his eyebrows fell down, and finally he gently retracted his jaw, expressing his agreement. But his footsteps stayed in place, his inner struggle and torture never let go of his conscience, but he could do nothing. He raised the cupcake in his hand and motioned, "Goodbye, Meredith."
Henry's voice was trembling slightly, sighing and at a loss.
Watching Henry leave, Meredith picked up the green cupcake and began to eat it. Henry seemed to perceive something and turned around, then Meredith widened his eyes and lifted his chin slightly, as if provocatively, one bite, another bite, and the whole cupcake was stuffed into his mouth.
The determination, the anger, the loss fell in Henry's eyes, but he was puzzled. I suddenly remembered the conversation just now in my mind:
Today is my last day in school.
How ironic.
For Meredith, today is her best day in the world. That is deadly poison.
Meredith fainted with foam at his mouth, Henry rushed forward desperately, hugged Meredith tightly, and kept muttering, "No, no, no..." He tried to save Merry. Diss, trying to take out all the cupcakes in his mouth, trying to do CPR, trying to breathe, he was just desperate and vaguely busy, "Meredith, everything will be okay, everything will be okay, everything It will be all right..."
But to no avail ~www.novelhall.com~ As he talked, his voice began to hoarse, the loss, the bitterness, the despair, slowly and decisively tearing his soul. Whispering and lacking eyes, they outline the vastness and magnificence of the collapse of the world, and the silent shock is enough to make the soul speechless.
"We have a responsibility to guide the younger generation and prevent them from becoming a beat generation." During the interview, Henry's voice was trembling slightly. He raised his eyes hard to avoid the exploration of the camera, but the touch was broken. "Don’t let them fall, don’t let them become worthless." The hoarse voice stopped abruptly, and there was no water stain in the eyes, but it revealed the most magnificent in the world. His sorrow, curled, and lightly, left an indelible trace in the heart of every audience.
Henry found Erica again, and the little Nizi saw Henry's figure from a distance. She burst into tears and was overjoyed. She rushed over quickly and threw herself into Henry's arms like a swallow returning home. Holding Henry tightly and tightly, unwilling to let go, tears wet his cheeks, but a beautiful and happy smile burst out from the corners of his mouth, shining brightly under the sunset.
Time seems to freeze at this moment.
"When I walked down the corridor and you were in the classroom... how many of you... have ever felt the weight pressed against your chest? I have felt it." The last class, the final farewell, and the final confession .
Henry's expression was still calm and calm, but the confusion and deepness in the eyebrows could be read for the first time. "Everyone? Poe wrote about this situation more than a hundred years ago. With reading, we can find that Usher House is not only an ancient, declining, and renovating castle, but also reflects the emergence of the world. Bleak.")!!
Erica's entire world collapsed. She cried so heartbreaking and earth-shattering. She firmly grasped Henry and refused to let go, struggling desperately in the arms of the social worker, trying to break free.Henry is the only beauty in her life. It is also the first time in her life that she feels warmth and her only support in life. But now, she has to leave again and is forced to return to that cold and cruel world. in.Erica roared desperately, and the call was heartbreaking, "Henry, don't abandon me, no Henry! Don't, don't!"One more earnest, one more pain, one more despair.Henry stood on the spot at a loss, turned his head, didn't dare to look directly at Erica's eyes, and folded his hands cautiously, but the vibrating pupils and stiff shoulders revealed the struggle and turbulence in his heart.He lifted his left hand and tried to arrange the hanging hair to the back of his head, but before the palm of his hand touched the hair, he stiffened in the air, his eyes were in a daze, the light shining from the depths of his eyes. Suffering from the great pain and difficulty, the fragility between the eyebrows wafted little by little, and the left hand fell slowly and slowly, and placed it lightly on the hair, not daring to let it down completely, it seemed that even The steps of time stopped in those eyes.Erica left, her cries echoing in the corridor, gradually, gradually dissipating, and silent.Henry stood at the door and grabbed the door frame with his right hand. He should close the door, but his action was stiff, leaving only a back to the camera. The deep sadness revealed a deep sense of helplessness and helplessness. , He just stood in place for a long time, and for a long time, it seemed that his feet could no longer support the weight of his body.Then he closed the door of the room. Turning around, leaning against the door, his strong shoulders are like a castle built of sand, slowly and slowly disintegrating, and you can even clearly see the process of falling gravel; the lines of the lips gradually tighten. , Tolerated and depressed, dull and tortured, his eyes flushed shallowly, covered with a layer of translucent mist, patience, patience, but still did not hold back the tears, and quietly slipped down.A tall, strong-willed, introverted and calm man, standing in place at this time, at a loss, lost in despair, and tears, the despair in the depths of his eyes gradually, little by little, standing still firmly. In the same place, but only a body remains, and the light of the soul is gradually dimming. Suddenly, choking.Mark opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't react at all. There were no tears, no shouts, no pain, but a suffocating heat surged. At this moment, Mark truly understood Henry's soul:Under the intact and healthy body, there is a bruised soul wandering alone and lonely, unable to leave, but unable to stay, looking at the devastated and ruined place, trying to help but unable to do anything; trying to be indifferent but hearted Fetters; trying to redeem, but helpless.The faint loneliness was so strong and hot that it almost burned his soul. Mark's fingertips began to tremble, his shoulders began to tremble, and even his heart began to tremble slightly.An empty school is like a school in ruins. On the day the parents came to visit, the whole school was empty. Only the teachers sat in the classroom, waiting for the parents to arrive, but finally got nothing. The huge campus is like an empty city and a ghost, so empty that it makes people panic. There is another sadness pervading:Is it just this school? Or maybe the whole society is like this.The whole school is falling apart, the principal is fired, the teachers are lost, Henry is about to leave, and even the students don't seem to come to class anymore. It's like the status quo of society, like the education system, like... the future prospects, everything is falling apart.But when he learned that Henry was about to leave, the students in the class expressed regret. Even Jerry, who was swearing in the first class, reluctantly gave up. In their eyes, Henry was the only one who cared about them, but couldn't stay and continue to take care of them, so they were abandoned again."We need something to help us withdraw from the complexity of reality, and think more or less about the origin of these problems; think more or less about how we can work hard..." Facing the interview With the close-up shot of Henry, Henry fell into his own thoughts. When he was stunned, he raised his eyes and looked at the camera. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he began to trance again.At the end of the last class, Henry left the teaching building, and then saw Meredith who was setting up a stall at the door. She did not attend Henry's last class. At this time, Meredith set up a cupcake booth, with smile-faced cupcakes full of dangling cupcakes in front of them, but the students in a hurry, no one stopped.Henry looked at Meredith, who was dodging his eyes. After all, he stepped forward and said hello, "Hey, Meredith, I haven't seen you in class so much recently. What have you been doing?""Bake." Meredith glanced at Henry deeply, smiled relievedly, and replied.Henry closed his jaw gently, "I noticed." He pursed the corner of his mouth and said hesitantly, "It's nice to see you, because today is my last day in school.""How ironic." Meredith didn't care anymore, and said lightly. A simple sentence has a lot of meaning.Henry didn't notice it, but took out a diary from his briefcase and handed it over, "I bought it for myself, but I think it should be more useful to give it to you."Meredith took the diary, but didn't say a word, just put the diary aside, raised his head, and looked at Henry stubbornly. The scorching gaze made Henry a little embarrassed. He lowered his gaze and changed the subject, "I think that one is the best." Henry pointed to a cupcake next to it.All cupcakes have a white background and green as a smiling face; but that cupcake is different, with a green background and white as a crying face.Meredith shook his head with a chuckle, "I can't give it to you. That belongs to me." Henry's eyes paused for a moment, and the smile on his mouth closed. Meredith bent over and picked up another cupcake, "But, can you take this, okay?" Passed it over, "I think this is more suitable for you.""Thank you." Henry took the cupcake, looked at the smile on it, and when he raised his eyes again, he finally said, "I'm sorry. If I hurt you in any way, then..." Look With Meredith's painful eyes dodging, Henry's pupils also struggled, "I know you are uncomfortable now, but you won't always be like this...""Goodbye, Teacher Bart." Meredith resisted tears, interrupted Henry's words, and said roughly to see him off.Henry looked at Meredith in a daze, and the loneliness between his eyebrows fell down, and finally he gently retracted his jaw, expressing his agreement. But his footsteps stayed in place, his inner struggle and torture never let go of his conscience, but he could do nothing. He raised the cupcake in his hand and motioned, "Goodbye, Meredith."Henry's voice was trembling slightly, sighing and at a loss.Watching Henry leave, Meredith picked up the green cupcake and began to eat it. Henry seemed to perceive something and turned around, then Meredith widened his eyes and lifted his chin slightly, as if provocatively, one bite, another bite, and the whole cupcake was stuffed into his mouth.The determination, the anger, the loss fell in Henry's eyes, but he was puzzled. I suddenly remembered the conversation just now in my mind:Today is my last day in school.How ironic.For Meredith, today is her best day in the world. That is deadly poison.Meredith fainted with foam at his mouth, Henry rushed forward desperately, hugged Meredith tightly, and kept muttering, "No, no, no..." He tried to save Merry. Diss, trying to take out all the cupcakes in his mouth, trying to do CPR, trying to breathe, he was just desperate and vaguely busy, "Meredith, everything will be okay, everything will be okay, everything It will be all right..."But to no avail ~www.novelhall.com~ As he talked, his voice began to hoarse, the loss, the bitterness, the despair, slowly and decisively tearing his soul. Whispering and lacking eyes, they outline the vastness and magnificence of the collapse of the world, and the silent shock is enough to make the soul speechless."We have a responsibility to guide the younger generation and prevent them from becoming a beat generation." During the interview, Henry's voice was trembling slightly. He raised his eyes hard to avoid the exploration of the camera, but the touch was broken. "Don't let them fall, don't let them become worthless." The hoarse voice stopped abruptly, and there was no water stain in the eyes, but it revealed the most magnificent in the world. His sorrow, curled, and lightly, left an indelible trace in the heart of every audience.Henry found Erica again, and the little Nizi saw Henry's figure from a distance. She burst into tears and was overjoyed. She rushed over quickly and threw herself into Henry's arms like a swallow returning home. Holding Henry tightly and tightly, unwilling to let go, tears wet his cheeks, but a beautiful and happy smile burst out from the corners of his mouth, shining brightly under the sunset.Time seems to freeze at this moment."When I walked down the corridor and you were in the classroom... how many of you... have ever felt the weight pressed against your chest? I have felt it." The last class, the final farewell, and the final confession .Henry's expression was still calm and calm, but the confusion and deepness in the eyebrows could be read for the first time. "Everyone? Poe wrote about this situation more than a hundred years ago. With reading, we can find that Usher House is not only an ancient, declining, and renovating castle, but also reflects the emergence of the world. Bleak."!!
