Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again

Stella walked towards him and whispered, "You heard everything?"

Clarence slowly withdrew his eyes, his features were hidden in the darkness, no emotion could be seen, his voice was low: "Heard."

Stella said, "I followed him all the way from S City to here, and at first I thought it was absurd, but from the conversation I just had, it felt like he wasn't faking it......"

"He's been living here for the past few years?"

Stella nodded and told him all that she had just inquired about.

It didn't take long for a voice to come from behind Stella: "Girl, the meal is ready."

Stella took Clarence's hand, "Let's go get something to eat first."

After entering the house, Stella said to the middle-aged woman, "Auntie, this is my husband."

Said, drawing a few hundred dollars from Clarence's wallet again and placing it on the table, "Please."

The middle-aged woman was slightly rushed, hand on the apron wiped, want to return the money to her: "ouch, where to get so much, I have nothing good to eat and drink here, just do a little...... also do not know if you two people enough, should have known that I do more."

Stella held her hand and pushed the money back: "It's okay, we can't eat much, it's enough."

She paused and said, "Otherwise, auntie, I see that your family seems to be living on their own, if there is an extra room, we want to rest here for a night, I do not know if it is convenient."

"Convenient and easy, we still rarely have guests in our village, especially from the likes of you two......"

Stella smiled: "Then you can take this money, you may have to bother you for the next two days."

The middle-aged woman smiled, then did not refuse: "Hey hey, well, you guys can stay here as long as you want, I'll go and serve you food."

"Okay, thanks."

Stella handed Clarence her purse back and exhaled, "Good thing you brought money."

She hasn't been in the habit of carrying cash when she goes out for a long time.

Clarence laughed, "What if I don't have it?"

"Transferring money, but I think, in this case, compared to giving cash, transferring money seems less sincere."

Even now technology is developing rapidly, but in such small places, or cash to come more real.

Soon, the middle-aged woman brought out two dishes and a soup.

She said, "It still feels a little short, I'll go make some more......"

Stella called out to her, "Auntie that's really enough, thank you."

"Okay, then if you guys are hungry, let me know and I'll make you a snack." The middle-aged woman added, "Then you guys eat first, and I'll go up and clean up your room." Stella nodded gently, "Okay."

When she left, Stella picked up the bowl and served the soup to Clarence: "We'll stay here for the night, and tomorrow...... you can go see him and talk about it." Clarence said, "How is he now."

"He has a few scars on his face and neck, which should be left over from the fall into the sea, as for the rest...... haven't seen."

Clarence didn't say anything else: "Let's eat."

Meanwhile, not far away in the small house.

Grace was lying on the windowsill with her head in her hands, "Brother, you've been looking at Grandma Zhao's house all night, what are you looking at?" Justin withdrew his eyes and shook his head, "Nothing."

"I just saw that pretty sister when I was at the beach, did she come to see her brother."

"I guess so."

Grace drooped her eyes, "So will brother leave here with her."

Justin laughed and raised his hand to rub her head, "No."

Grace immediately smiled with joy and jumped in place a few times: "Great, great, brother can live with me all the time!"

Justin was just about to say something when the opening was a series of sharp coughs and he picked up a square towel to cover his mouth.

Grace hurriedly went to pour him water and patted his back again, with worry written all over her little face.

After a long time, the coughing stopped and Justin took the glass of water to wash down the taste of blood in his throat.

He squeezed the square towel and looked at the girl next to him, his voice with a hint of exhaustion and weakness: "Grace, if one day brother leaves, can you take care of yourself."

Grace's big eyes were full of confusion: "Didn't brother say that he wouldn't leave with that sister."

"I won't leave with her, but I will one day......"

As he spoke, there were two more coughs.

Grace cocked her head: "Like Grandpa left."

Justin nodded his head a little.

Grace crossed her fingers: "What my brother told me, I remember, when I have no money, I go to the city to find the owner of the painting, the route I have taken many times, I will not forget. If you get sick, go to the village entrance to find the doctor's uncle, and if someone bullies me, take a stone to hit them, or go to Grandma Zhao!"

Justin laughs: "Yes, that's right."

He has painted a lot of paintings during these years, and also made a deal with that boss to put the paintings there, no matter how long it takes to sell them and how much it costs to sell them, he just needs to give Grace enough money to live on every month. She is a little girl and can't use much money.

Grace plopped down next to the wheelchair and whispered, "But Grace doesn't want her brother to leave like Grandpa did, Grace doesn't want to never see her brother again......"

Justin's palm gently covered her head, his voice was low: "I want to stay with you all the time, but I don't seem to have much time left."

The next morning.

When Stella woke up, Clarence was no longer around.

And in the distance, on the sea, t seems that a few rays of sunlight have appeared.

In this cold winter day, it seems extraordinarily long-awaited.

Stella simply washed up, she just stepped outside, she saw Grace squatting in the yard, holding a knife carving something on a tree.

She walked over and crouched down next to her, "Grace, what are you doing?"

Grace turned her head to look at her, a smile lifting her face, "Pretty sister."

Stella smiled and looked at the roots of the tree again.

Grace held out her finger to introduce the little people in the tree, "This is Grandpa, this is Brother, and this is Grace."

It's a heartwarming image.

Stella looked back, "Isn't brother home."

"My brother went to Grandpa Lee's house this morning to help him with his letter and hasn't come back yet."

"Grandpa Lee?"

"Grandpa Lee's son hasn't come back for a long time, but Grandpa Lee writes a letter to him every month. He used to ask his doctor uncle to write it, but he was often away, so he asked his brother to write it for him." Stella was silent, got up and said, "So have you eaten yet."

"Eat up oh, brother has taught Grace how to cook, Grace can cook and eat by herself."

Stella laughs, "Grace is awesome."

Grace didn't know what came to mind, ran into the house and quickly brought out another sweet potato: "Sister, you eat."