Erica's whole world crumbles, she cries heartbreakingly, earth-shattering, she holds Henry firmly and refuses to let go, struggling desperately in the arms of the social worker, trying to break free.

Henry was the only beauty in her life, the first time she felt warmth in her life, and the only thing she could rely on in life, but now, she had to leave again, forced to return to that cold and cruel world.

Erica screamed in despair, the call was heartbreaking, "Henry, don't abandon me, no, Henry!

One is more earnest, one is more painful, and one is more desperate.

Henry stood in place at a loss, turned his head, did not dare to look Erica in the eye, and folded his hands in a restrained manner, but the shaking pupils and hard shoulders revealed the deep struggle and turbulence in his heart.

He raised his left hand, trying to arrange the hanging hair to the back of his head, but before the palm of his hand could touch the hair, it stiffened in mid-air, his eyes were stunned, the light gently rippling in the depths of his eyes was enduring the great pain and hardship, the fragility between his eyebrows spread little by little, and his left hand fell slowly, slowly, lightly on his hair, not daring to let go completely, it seemed that even the footsteps of time stopped in those eyes.

Erica left, her cries echoing through the hallway, gradually, gradually dissipating, silent.

Henry stood at the door, grabbing the door frame with his right hand, he should close the door, but the movement froze in place, leaving only a back to the camera, the thick sadness revealed a deep helplessness and helplessness, he stood in place for a long time, for a long time, it seemed that both feet could no longer support the weight of the body.

Then, he closed the door to his room. Turning around, leaning back against the door panel, the strong shoulder lines are like a castle made of sand, slowly, slowly falling apart, and you can even clearly see the process of sliding off the sand one by one; the lines of the lip flap gradually tightened, forbearance and depression, dull and tormented, the eyes were shallowly red, covered with a layer of translucent mist, endured, endured, but the tears still did not hold back, quietly slipped down.

A tall, strong-willed, restrained and calm man stood in place at this time, dazed, lost soul, tears flowing, the despair in the depths of those eyes was flooding little by little, little by little, obviously still standing strong in place, but only a shell remained, and the light of the soul was gradually dimming. Suddenly, suffocation.

Mark's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't react at all, no tears, no cries, no pain, just a suffocating scorching heat. At this moment, Mark truly read Henry's soul:

Beneath that intact and healthy body, there is a soul covered in bruises, wandering alone and lonely, unable to leave, but unable to stay, looking at the devastated and ruined places, trying to help, but unable to do anything, trying to be indifferent, but being bound, trying to redeem, but helpless.

The faint loneliness was so intense 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 of the parents' visit, the whole school was empty, only the teachers sat in the classroom, waiting for the arrival of the parents, but finally found nothing, the huge campus was like an empty city, a ghost, empty to make people panic, but there was a sadness in the permeate:

Is it just this school? Or is it the whole society?

The whole school is falling apart, the headmaster is being fired, the teachers are confused, Henry is leaving, and even the students seem to be no longer coming to class. Just like the status quo of society, like the education system, just like ...... Looking ahead, everything is falling apart.

But when he learned that Henry was about to leave, the students in the class expressed regret, and even Jerry, who was foul-mouthed in the first class, was reluctant to give up. In their eyes, Henry was the only one who cared about them, but he couldn't stay and continue to take care of them, so they were abandoned again.

"We need something to help us get out of the complexity of reality, to think more or less about the origin of these problems, to think more or less about how to work hard to ......" Facing the close-up of the interview, Henry fell into his own thoughts, and when he was stunned, he raised his eyes and looked at the camera, a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and then he began to be distracted again, "Can he ...... Get rid of the sea of suffering of all living beings. ”

After the last class, Henry left the school building, and then saw Meredith who was setting up a stall in the doorway - she did not attend Henry's last class. At this time, Meredith set up a cupcake booth with a full number of smiling cupcakes in front of her, but no one stopped in the hurry of the students.

Henry looked at Meredith, who was evasive, and finally stepped forward and said hello, "Hey, Meredith, I haven't seen you much in class lately, what have you done?"

"Baking. Meredith gave Henry a deep look and a relieved smile.

Henry tucked his jaw away, "I noticed. He pursed the corners of his lips and said hesitantly, "It's nice to see you, because today is my last day at school." ”

"How ironic. Meredith didn't care anymore, and said lightly. A simple sentence, but with a lot of meaning.

Henry didn't notice it, but took out a journal from his briefcase and handed it over, "I bought it for myself, but I think it would be more useful to give it to you." ”

Meredith took the diary, but didn't say a word, just put it aside, looked up, and looked at Henry stubbornly. Henry's burning gaze made him a little embarrassed, and he lowered his gaze and changed the subject, "I think that's the best." Henry gestured to a cupcake next to him.

All cupcakes have a white base and a green smiley face, but that cupcake is different with a green base and a white face.

Meredith chuckled and shook her head, "That can't be given to you." That's mine. Henry's eyes paused slightly, and the smile on his lips narrowed. Meredith bent down and picked up another cupcake, "But, you can take this, okay?" and handed it over, "I think this is more for you." ”

"Thank you. Henry took the cupcake, looked at the smile on it, and when he raised his eyes again, he finally spoke, "I'm sorry." If I hurt you in any way, then ......" Seeing Meredith's painful eyes dodging, a trace of struggle appeared in the depths of Henry's pupils, "I know you're having a hard time right now, but you won't be like this all ...... forever"

"Goodbye, Mr. Bart. Holding back tears, Meredith interrupted Henry's words and spoke rudely to see off the guest.

Henry looked at Meredith in a daze, the loneliness between his eyebrows spilled, and finally gently retracted his jaw in agreement. But his footsteps stayed where he was, and his inner struggle and torture never let go of his conscience, but he couldn't do anything about it. Raising the cupcake in his hand, he gestured, "Goodbye, Meredith." ”

Henry's voice trembled slightly, embarrassed and at a loss.

Seeing Henry's back as he left, Meredith picked up the green cupcake and began to eat it. Henry seemed to sense something, and turned around, and Meredith's eyes widened, and he raised his chin slightly, as if defiantly, and took another bite, and shoved the whole cupcake into his mouth.

The determination, the anger, and the loss fell in Henry's eyes, but he couldn't understand it. I suddenly remembered the conversation just now:

Today is my last day at school.

How ironic.

For Meredith, today is her most day in the world. That's deadly poison.

Meredith foamed at the mouth and fainted to the ground, Henry rushed forward in despair, hugged Meredith tightly, and kept muttering, "Don't, don't, don't......" He tried to save Meredith, tried to pull out the cupcakes in his mouth, tried to do CPR, tried to breathe in his mouth, he was just desperate and busy, "Meredith, everything is going to be okay, everything is going to be okay, everything is going to be okay......"

But to no avail.

As he spoke, his voice began to become hoarse, the blankness, the bitterness, the despair, slowly and decisively tearing apart his soul. The whispers and blank eyes outlined the vastness and grandeur of the collapse of the world, and the silence was enough to silence the soul.

"We have a responsibility to guide the younger generation and not let them become the Beat Generation. During the interview, Henry's voice trembled slightly, and he tried to raise his eyes to avoid the exploration of the camera, but the fragility of the touch could not be concealed, "Don't let them fall, don't let them become worthless." The hoarse voice stopped abruptly, and there was no water stain in the eye sockets, but it revealed the most magnificent sadness in the world, curling and faintly, leaving indelible traces in the hearts of every audience.

Henry found Erica again, and the little girl saw Henry's figure from a distance, burst into tears, overjoyed, and rushed over quickly, like a milk swallow returning to the nest, she threw herself into Henry's arms, hugged Henry tightly, and was unwilling to let go, tears wet her cheeks, but the corners of her mouth bloomed with a wonderful and happy smile, shining in the sunset.

Time seems to freeze in this moment.

"As I walked down the corridor, you were in the classroom...... How many of you are there...... Ever felt the weight on my chest? "The last lesson, the last goodbye, and the last outpouring.

Henry's expression was still calm and undisturbed, but the intricacies and depth in those eyebrows could be read for the first time. Edgar Allan Poe wrote about this more than a hundred years ago. As we read, we can see that Usher House is not just an old, decaying, renovated castle, but also reflects the desolation of the present world. ”