"What can I do?"

It was a word of help, but Henry's body was distancing, the contradiction tugging at a trace of pain and struggle between his brows, and beneath his calm countenance there was a turbulent wave, as if even the sunlight shining through the window had become cold.

Meredith looked at Henry stunned, grabbed her ankle in despair, dragged her little by little into the abyss of death, and before giving up, she cried out her voice, from the deepest part of her heart, "As you said, we were born into such a society and have nothing, and the only thing we can do is lament the bad ...... of life"

Meredith searched Henry's gaze longingly, trying to find the slightest resonance in those eyes, as well as the warmth of his own familiarity, but Henry's eyes were so calm, as calm as ten thousand years of ice, wrapping all emotions tightly, which made Meredith urgently take a small step forward again, wanting to see a little more clearly, a little more clearly.

"It's not enough. Meredith felt like she was tearing to pieces, "I can't hold on." She took a deep breath and wanted to say something more, but her emotions were so tightly blocked in her chest that she couldn't say anything, she could only shake her head, and then shake her head, the despair of free fall, tugging at her emotions, began to fall apart.

Looking at such a fragile Meredith, Henry's eyebrows flashed a trace of forbearance, but he still boured up and tried to get close to Meredith, but after raising his left hand, he approached Meredith's arm, but he didn't know where to put it - because Meredith was a minor, and he was still a teacher, it was not allowed to touch underage students in any form.

In the end, Henry's left hand was still put down, and he said earnestly, "Listen to me, listen." The face in front of him was so immature, before it had time to grow and open, it had begun to wither, Henry's brow tufted slightly, and he considered his words, "We are all the same, we will all feel pain......" The low and magnetic voice was like a gurgling river, and the pain in Meredith's eyes began to surge.

"We're all going to have a mess of life, and I know it's really confusing. Henry's voice was so light, yet so heavy, the words jumped and tumbled between his lips and teeth, and all the bitterness, struggle, and torment in his heart were suppressed, leaving only a calm, dead peace, and before he knew it, Meredith's eyes were filled with tears again, and he looked at Henry blankly, motionless.

"I don't have the answer to life either. After the words were finished, Henry paused for a moment, his deep eyes sparkled, he tried to remain indifferent, but the dilapidated Meredith in front of him made him unbearable, and the struggle awakened countless memories in his mind: his mother who could not be saved, his grandfather who could not be saved, Erica who could not be saved, and himself who could not be saved.

Perhaps, he won't be able to save Meredith, but at least, he can fulfill his duties as a teacher.

"But I know, if you write everything out. Everything will be fine. "He was an English teacher, words were his medium, and he hoped that Meredith could be redeemed from it. But he forgets that for Meredith, photography is her medium. But at this time, he was already too busy to take care of himself, and he didn't have time to notice these details, and the muscles in his back stiffened again, and the invisible alienation was always looming, as if he was roasting on a bonfire.

He's insisting, he's trying, he's doing his best, otherwise he looks away and looks at Meredith seriously, intently, and devotedly, hoping that she can feel the sincerity in her eyes and find the strength to persevere. He sincerely hoped that she would be redeemed.

Meredith was immersed in those moonlit eyes, and she could catch the bitterness between her eyebrows, reflecting her own face, as if standing in front of a clear mirror, and in that tormented soul, she saw the state she was most familiar with, he was the same as her. Hot tears just slipped down like this.

Meredith didn't wipe away her tears, but looked at Henry desperately and fragile through the hazy tears, "Teacher Bart, do you like me?" Her choked voice was chopped, fragmented, and precarious.

The corners of Henry's mouth curled up, with a slight helplessness, "Of course." "In the way that teachers like their students.

But this sentence completely broke Meredith's last bit of defense and strength, and the sound of whimpering rolled up from the depths of his throat, and tears continued to flow out, joy, shame, joy, madness, pain, sorrow, all emotions surging up. It was the first time someone said to her: like, the first time since she was born.

She let her tears flow freely, as if a three-year-old child had been lost for a long time, and finally found a warm harbor, and then moved forward little by little, timid but expectant, afraid but yearning, and finally the whole person threw herself into Henry's arms, carefully resting her head on Henry's shoulder, and the tears completely burst the embankment.

Henry raised his hands, helpless, he tried to avoid them, but there was no way back behind him, and then Meredith hugged him tightly and cried loudly. Henry was overwhelmed by the fragility of the disintegration, and he tried to lower his raised hands and pat Meredith on the back, but the action was not appropriate, and he froze in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

He couldn't do this, not only because of the relationship between the teacher and the student, not only because of the relationship between the adult and the minor, but also because he himself had no strength left to save another person, perhaps, such an embrace was not to save, but to go to another bottomless abyss. He was trapped at the bottom of the abyss of despair, living as numb and indifferent as a walking corpse, but he could not drag Meredith to his demise with him.

"Meredith, don't do this. Henry's voice was so hard that the pain between his brows could barely be hidden, and it was about to overflow, and even the words became difficult.

"Please. Meredith's whimpering voice came from his chest as he pleaded bitterly.

Henry knew it was cruel, but he had to do it, he put his hands on Meredith's shoulders, pushed her away, carefully kept the distance between the two people, but did not dare to push too hard, he could only stiffly half-bend his arms, not straightened, but not retracted, and then tried to lower his head and look into Meredith's eyes, but Meredith was already in confusion, just covering his mouth, shaking his head with tears streaming down his face, trying to return to Henry's arms, looking for that trace of warmth, and that trace of dry and reassuring breath。

"I can't help you. Henry closed his eyes, gritted his teeth with all his might, and said in a deep voice, drawing a line between the two men.

Meredith looked up and pleaded mournfully, "Please, please." However, she was disappointed, because she couldn't see Henry's eyes, nor could she see the familiar tenderness, and even the softness and fragility in her memory turned into a cold indifference and toughness, which made her burst out with amazing energy, directly ignoring Henry's refusal to "no", and plunged headlong into Henry's arms, as if this was her lifebuoy, this was her last glimmer of life.

"You said you liked me. You said. Meredith had completely broken down, repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating, "Please, please." She let go of all her self-esteem and reserve, and also all her defenses and protections, and cried out as if she had fallen into the dust. "Please, please, don't leave me, don't. ”

That bloody cry made Henry also sad, and there was a faint light in the depths of his eyes, he quickly turned his head, took a deep breath, and covered up the fragility of that moment, but the sadness and pain between his eyebrows were so thick that he couldn't dissolve, as if he was in purgatory, tortured.

He tried to speak, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only push Meredith away with all his might, which was too cruel and too rough, as if his hands were already covered with blood and were strangling life.

"Please, I just need you to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. Please. Meredith was already crying breathlessly, and every word was faintly visible, and she could only piece together fragments.

"Everything will be fine. Henry said in a hoarse voice, as if to convince Meredith, and as if to convince himself, "Everything will be fine." ”

Meredith could feel the strength on her shoulders, resisting her approach, refusing her pleas, even the words lost their warmth, she rushed forward, buried her head in his arms, absorbing the last trace of warmth, she knew that she was extremely pitiful, and extremely pathetic, but she had no way to think. This was her last glimmer of hope for survival.

The classroom door was pushed open, and Sarah stood in the doorway, looking at the two people who were hugging each other, looking at Meredith who was crying bitterly, and the thoughts in her mind flashed, and then showed incredible surprise and fear.

Meredith heard the noise, turned her head, and then saw Sarah in the sight of the judgment, which made her last bit of strength completely disappear, "No, no, no, no. She cried out in despair, circling in circles, angry at herself, angry at Henry, angry at Sarah, but at last shame and despair broke all the defenses, and she fled and left the classroom quickly.

"Wait, Meredith. Wait a minute. Henry chased after him, but Meredith's footsteps did not stop, and staggered away, and Sarah, who was standing next to him, looked at Henry in disbelief, "What's going on?

But at this time, Henry didn't have time to pay attention to Sarah, just looked at Meredith's sobbing and broken back, and raised his voice and said, "Meredith, I'm sorry. The voice fell like a plate of loose sand, and then he froze in place, sadness falling slowly on his shoulders like night, and his eyes were so painful.