"Mad man?" Charles turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.
His sailor West was just across the street with his two children, one adult and two children. Judging from the large bags in their hands, they seemed to be here to shop.
Seeing his captain's eyes sweeping over, West was so scared that he couldn't even hold the apple juice in his hand. He stood in front of his brother and was about to say something when Charles rushed over.
He used his hands to push West away, and half-knelt down to look at the boy in front of him who was about seven or eight years old. "Have you seen me before?"
Seeing Charles' ferocious look, West's younger brother shrank behind his mother in fear.
Elena also widened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her.
At first she thought her little son had made a mistake, but after careful observation, the more they looked at each other, the more they resembled each other.
The tattoo that spreads from his neck to his face, the left arm with the prosthetic, and the scar on his face.
All this indicated that this man was indeed the madman, the madman who had been standing at their doorstep for nearly a year.
When she suddenly met an old friend, Elena did not panic, but instead a relieved smile appeared on her face.
She reached out and touched Charles' face as if she were touching her own child. "I didn't expect you to wake up. This is really great. I knew that being alive is better than being dead."
Charles did not hide when he saw the old woman's hand. He felt an inexplicable familiarity with the wrinkled woman in front of him.
"Ma'am, you have seen me too? When?"
"Of course I have. You stayed not far from our house for a long time. I always saved some leftovers for you. But you were crazy at that time. You even drank water from the gutter."
I have to say that this world is really small. Charles never expected that he would meet the person he had contacted when he was crazy here.
He looked at West who was hesitant to speak, "This guy looks so familiar, could it be because I saw him when I was crazy?"
When Elena saw the drawing board behind Charles, there was a hint of surprise in her voice. "Child, are you a painter now?"
"Mother, actually he is not—" West stepped forward and was about to explain, but Charles gave him a look in response.
"Yes, ma'am, I am a painter." Charles replied in a rare gentle voice.
Elena nodded approvingly. "That's great. It's great to have a decent and profitable skill. By the way, can you draw a picture for our family of four? Since his father died, our family has never drawn a family picture."
Thinking of the power that he had not yet adapted to, Charles shook his head. "Sorry, maybe next time. My brushes are broken. I'll draw you a picture for free when I have time."
"Okay, okay, then you should go back quickly. Your beautiful wife must be waiting for you to come home for dinner." Elena nodded with a smile. She liked good things like this to happen.
"Wife? Have you seen my wife Anna?" Charles opened his eyes slightly.
"So that girl's name is Anna? She was so beautiful. When she found you in the garbage dump that day, she lay on you and cried so sadly."
Charles frowned slightly, looked at the woman in front of him and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"
The wife she was talking about was not Anna, but Margaret, whom she had just met.
Charles was a little confused at this time. He knew that Margaret had saved him and taken care of him, but their feelings for each other couldn't be that deep, right
When I first met Margaret, I treated her as a check for $5 million, so I guess she didn't have a very good impression of me.
Later I heard her brother say that she saved him when he was going crazy, which only proved that she had a good heart.
But when it comes to love, Margaret and I have nothing in common. We have hardly had any contact at all. When did she fall in love with me
Elena's eyes widened. "Of course. When she rushed into the group of crazy people to look for someone, I was delivering the washed clothes to the customer. I was standing by and saw it clearly."
"You were so dirty and smelly at the time, but she hugged you tightly and cried like that. I was also a girl. She must love you to death for doing this. If you are alive in this world and have a woman who truly loves you, you must cherish her."
Various images of Margaret flashed through Charles' mind.
The fear when they first met, the cautiousness afterwards, the eagerness when they met 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 Charles' expression was a little strange, Elena's smile gradually faded. She asked cautiously, "What's wrong? Did anything happen to your wife afterwards?"
Charles didn't answer. He threw the drawing board to West beside him, turned around and rushed towards the dock.
"He...what's wrong with him?" Elena looked at her son puzzledly.
West looked helpless. "Mother, he is not just an ordinary painter, he is also the governor of this island."
Elena's eyes widened as she pointed at Charles's receding back, "This kid is the governor of the island?! How is this possible? I've been watching this lunatic for more than a year."
West also looked helpless. He could never have imagined that his captain would be a madman at his doorstep. This was simply unbelievable. Why didn't he notice it before
Charles quickly rushed back to the port and looked around, but did not find the person he was looking for.
He snapped his fingers towards the darkness beside him, "Everyone, come out, where is the person who just spoke to me?"
A group of rats rushed out of the muddy fish market and quickly formed an arrow and swung towards the sea.
Charles followed the direction to the dock, but found nothing except the endless passing of ships. "Is it really here? Where are the people?"
The mice squeaked a few times and tilted their heads to look at him. It was obvious that they didn't know either.
Charles looked at the sea with a complicated expression. After being silent for several seconds, he slowly said, "Why didn't you tell me? How would I know if you didn't tell me?"
After saying this, Charles turned and walked towards the navy. Since the other party wanted a ship and people, maybe he could find her there.
Shortly after Charles left, Margaret, soaking wet, climbed out of the sea.
With a slight trembling in her fair hands, she took out a piece of white paper. It was the painting Charles had just drawn.
The paper had been completely soaked by sea water, and the smiling Margaret on the drawing slowly cracked and dripped onto the ground.
She lowered her head, and tears mixed with sea water slid down the scars on her face.
"Yeah... Why didn't I just say it? If I had just said it before..."
Thanks to Jie and Xi for the 2000 reward! Thank you!
(End of this chapter)