[The author finished this chapter while listening to Swan Lake, and I feel that the effect is good.] 】

As usual, Charles is still in his study, carefully working on his papers.

Suddenly, there were several knocks outside the door.

"Come in."

The footsteps are very soft, and it should be his sister.

"Fran, what's the matter?" Charles asked without looking back. "Brother has something to deal with now, let's help you later."

"I have something important to do, brother." Fran replied in a low voice, her voice seemed strange.

"What's wrong?" Something strange about the Charles.

Suddenly, he finds himself being hugged by his sister. Feeling the soft touch coming from behind him, Charles couldn't help but smile.

"Fran, what the hell is wrong?"

"Brother, don't get married, okay?" My sister's voice is as thin as a mosquito.

But I don't know how many expectations and how many apprehensions I have.

Charles's smile froze.

"You...... How do you know? After a while, he asked.

"Brother, don't get married, okay?" Fran didn't answer the question, but repeated it anyway. "We're going to live like this forever, okay?"

Charles was silent.

It was a long time before he answered. "No, no, Fran."

“weishenme！” Fran's voice was a little anxious, "What haode does she have, how can she be worthy of marrying you!" ”

"There's nothing unworthy...... Charles bowed his head. Anyway, I've decided that I must marry her. ”

After all that is said. He suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart—the pleasure of the words that had been buried in his heart for a long time, and they were emptied.

However, even after speaking. He didn't look back, maybe he didn't dare to face his sister.

Perhaps, it was because he was afraid that after seeing his sister's face, he softened his heart again and shook his previous determination again.

There was another awkward silence.

"Is it irretrievable?" My sister's voice grew lower and lower, and the pleading and sadness inside grew thicker and thicker.

Under this pleading, Charles suddenly flashed an impulse. I wanted to say yes to her.

After a moment, reason returned.

No, we can't be soft-hearted. Better a finger off than always aching.

"It's irretrievable." Charles replied with difficulty but firmness. "But don't worry. My brother will never alienate you, and the 100 million dowry I have prepared for you will definitely not be ......."

"Boom!"

He suddenly felt a chill coming from his abdomen.

He slowly lowered his head, and then he noticed. The tip of a wood knife peeked out of his abdomen.

"Boom!"

The blade suddenly pulled away from Charles. Brought severe pain and took away a lot of blood.

It hurts!

He lay on the floor with his knife pulled away.

His sister's face slowly appeared in his sight.

It's still so delicate, although her face is stained with blood, although her blue eyes have endless black gas.

It's beautiful......

Charles couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't until this moment that he understood what was really going on.

Sure enough, long pain is better than short pain......

“weishenme！” As the blade stabbed into Charr again, Fran's questioning reached his ears.

“weishenme！”

“weishenme！”

“weishenme！”

One after another, he stabbed again and again. Charles could no longer tell what pain was, and perhaps could no longer feel it.

Unexpectedly. His life and ideals would suddenly come to an end in this way. weishenme？ He himself wanted to ask this question.

If there is no answer, you may not be able to find the answer in the first place.

Death, what is it exactly? Is it infinite darkness, or is it eternal sleep?

I don't know, but I'm getting closer to knowing.

The girl's tears were constantly flowing, slowly merging with the blood. "We should be together forever, you promised me! weishenme！ weishenme！ Brother, weishenme! ”

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the girl's face, hands, and clothes with patches of red spots.

The girl's fierce and frantic questioning resounded in the study. "Obviously I can only be with you, obviously you can only be mine...... weishenme…… weishenme！ ”

Looking at his tearful sister, Charles didn't speak, there was no panic in his heart, no hatred, he just smiled and looked at his sister who kept waving a knife at him.

Did you die like that?

Okay, so be it.

Charles felt that as the blood flowed, his life was slowly passing away.

No, no! One more thing!

He remembered something very important, and then realized that he had no strength left.

What to do? What to do?

He mustered up his strength and raised the index finger of his right hand slightly.

Centimeter by centimeter, the hands are getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that there is never an end.

However, he Zuihou finally pointed there.

That's great!

That's great! His heart was filled with joy at the moment.

Then he looked at his sister again.

Fran, live well, you have to live well without the help of your brother. He uttered it with his eyes.

The pain grew lighter and his heartbeat weaker, and Charles noticed that a white mist suddenly appeared in front of him, thicker and thicker, and gradually, he could not see his sister clearly.

That's the end of it.

He closed his eyes with a smile.

…………………………

The killing is finally over.

Fran, who had used all her strength and didn't know how many times she had stabbed her brother, had already thrown aside the firewood knife that had drunk all the blood. She had been crouching in front of her brother's body, burying her head deep between her legs.

My brother died, and my brother left him forever.

weishenme…… weishenme…… Weishenme will be like this?

Brother, brother......

She looked up and looked again at the body in the pool of blood.

Did my brother say goodbye to me forever? Is it true that I will never see my brother again?

weishenme…… weishenme will be like this......

What am I going to do. What should I do in the future?

Simply, leave this shijie with your brother.

The girl's gaze refocused on the wood knife on the ground.

Suddenly, she noticed that her brother's fingers were still raised. It seems to be pointing somewhere.

She turned her head and followed her eyes to find it. It was the letterbox that my brother used to use.

My brother didn't forget to point to the letter box before he died, weishenme?

Curious, she struggled to her feet, then moved to the letter box step by step.

Opening the letterbox, she found the stacks of certificates of deposit, bonds, promissory notes, and stocks.

Until Zuihou, my brother was still worried that he would not have a good time in the future.

Tears welled up in her eyes again. Obviously, they had already cried so much that they couldn't cry anymore.

O my brother! weishenme will be like this!

"Brother, I will live well." The tear-stained girl muttered to herself. "I'll make everyone remember you."

………………………………

Port of Calais

A young girl carries an exaggerated suitcase. It's struggling to move forward.

"Need help, miss?" A young man asked in a low voice.

The girl's reaction was beyond the young man's expectations, and she immediately turned her head to look at the voice next to her, with some wariness in her eyes. There was also some suspicion.

This girl is so beautiful!

"Miss?" The young man couldn't help but ask again. "Do you need help?"

The girl smiled reluctantly. “”

She pointed to a ship in the distance. "I'm going to the Americas."

The young man followed her fingers. Saw a big ship, a passenger ship that seemed to be about to set sail.

"Are you going alone?" He was a little surprised. After all, going to the Americas alone in this day and age is not an easy task.

"Yes, I'll go alone." The girl nodded, "My family has died, and I'm going to go to my relatives......"

There was endless sadness in her eyes, and the young man's heart couldn't help but tighten.

The young man took the suitcase and ignored the horrified gaze of the other man. "I'll help you lift it!"

It's so heavy, what's inside?

"It's my painting tool. There are other souvenirs......" seemed to sense the curiosity of the youth, the girl said leisurely. "I'm afraid I'll never come back."

The young man's heart grew tighter.

Without saying a word, he lifted the box and walked forward, as if he had an inexhaustible strength in his body.

Once he reached the suspension ladder, he put the box down. Then the girl handed the ticket to the crew, and after the crew had verified that it was correct, they helped carry the box onto the ship.

On the deck, the girl looked back and waved her hand.

Inexplicably, the young man felt a sadness in the girl's smile.

"It's a good ship!" Looking at this large passenger ship, which had been freshly painted, with towering masts and full sails, the young man could not help but sigh.

The ship gradually sailed away from the harbor, farther and farther away, until it was gone.

On the deck, the girl quietly watched the sunset over the sea level, and then gently opened the suitcase.

"Brother, let's go to the New World together as a family!"

==========================

August 25, 1944

New World, White House

Secretary of State Hull of the United States slammed open the door of his office with an excited look on his face and shouted excitedly to the middle-aged man sitting behind his desk.

"Mr. President, just received a telegram that Paris has been liberated! The Nazis are doomed! ”

The President of the United States gently took the message and read it slowly.

He moves softly, has a calm attitude, and wears a kind smile on his face. The gradual wrinkles, the blonde hair that slowly turned gray, could not hide the handsomeness of his youth. However, even the president, who has always been calm, could not help but clap his hands excitedly after reading the telegram.

"Well done, boys!"

"Shouldn't we celebrate?" Mr. Secretary of State made a rare joke.

"Yes, it's worth popping champagne to celebrate." The president nodded, then pressed the bell and gave the secretary an order.

Then he stood up and stretched. "I'm going to get a good night's sleep tonight."

"It's your power."

Mr. Secretary of State replied with a smile.

The president walked to the window, looked at the sky outside, and then turned back again. "Yet we can only celebrate for one day, the Germans have not yet been defeated, and they will not be defeated until every one of his cities is blown to pieces."

"We'll work harder." The Secretary of State nodded again, and then he followed the President's line of sight to see the painting on the wall.

The churning sea, the lonely boat in the storm, and the captain who looks inexplicably similar to the president.

Then, he asked the question that had been in his mind for a long time. "With all due respect, Mr. President, who gave you this painting? Really well drawn......"

"It wasn't given to me by someone else, but it was painted by my great-grandmother and passed down to me. My great-grandmother passed away before I was born, and according to my father, she kept telling stories to her sons and grandchildren, a story about one of my ancestors. But since she passed away, there hasn't been much to tell these stories in the family, after all, it's a thing of the past...... She also used to chant 'Hit the Germans, hit the Germans!' God knows why she hated the Germans so much. Mr. President replied with a smile.

"But everybody said it was a good painting." (To be continued......)

PS: This is a parallel space-time, and there is no necessary connection with this space-time...... Happy Holidays to all! O(∩_∩)O~

Also, ask for a commuter pass! Crying for a monthly pass! Roll around and ask for a monthly pass!