Chapter 1552 The Girl Holding a Doll (Part 1)
"Is this it?"
The old man hunched his hands behind his back and took out the slightly worn but obviously repaired rag doll.
"At that time, you were holding it in your hand all the time, and the cotton inside was soaked in seawater. But thinking that it should have some special meaning to you, I sewed it up for you appropriately."
She rushed off the operating table.
He grabbed his puppet hard.
Her movements were too wide, and she even accidentally knocked over the scissors and surgical tray on the table. The sharp scissors pricked the instep of her feet, but she seemed not to notice.
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"Don't you feel any pain?"
the old man asked her.
"When I stitched the wound on your face, I didn't give you analgesia. You woke up several times and you didn't cry out in pain. Can't you feel the pain?"
She held her baby in silence and did not speak to him.
When the old man came over.
She subconsciously grabbed the sewing knife on the table behind her.
The wrinkles on the old man's face piled up, and he showed a kind smile. He hunched his body and no longer put pressure on her, and said:
"I have no ill intentions towards you, child. As you can see, I am a craftsman who makes dolls. I used to be very famous in the Old Continent. I made all kinds of dolls that sell well in the Old Continent. Maybe you have them." This one is also based on my inspiration and craftsmanship.β
But his eyes did not fall on the doll in her arms, but kept looking at her face.
That look didn't look like that sinful desire, but it still contained something weird and uncomfortable.
But he was still smiling when his eyes turned away.
That kind of smile.
She didn't speak. She hugged the doll tightly and looked around, as if searching.
The old man took off his work glasses, smiled particularly kindly and said:
"Are you looking for your dog? Sorry, kid, this is my store. Maybe it is as meaningful to you as this doll, but pets are not allowed in the exquisite and luxurious doll store. It is only allowed to be visited by children like you, but if you want to look for it, maybe you can find its body in the garbage dump outside the city. There are regular cleaners here every morning..."
And he hasn't finished speaking yet.
The little girl lowered her head and rushed past him quickly.
He didn't stop.
He just turned his head and looked at the little girl's back with an old smile and said;
"We'll meet again, kid."
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She started looking.
Along the wide road, passing through the steam trains running in the city, avoiding the well-dressed gentlemen riding tall horses, passing through the slums, looking for her puppy along the way.
She finally went to the garbage dump outside the city that the old man had mentioned.
He didn't speak.
Because every day there are a large number of steam cars, carrying tons of garbage from the city, dumped in the vast wasteland outside the city.
The stench of putrefaction, industrial waste, and human corpses thrown away haphazardly.
This place seems to be a replica of the old continent.
There is no difference.
In fact, she should have known a long time ago that people are still the same group of people. The new world does not mean there is new hope. They just went from one side of the sea to the other side of the sea. As long as there are still people around, there will never be a new world. There will be no so-called Garden of Eden.
She searches every day.
When you're hungry, eat some barely edible scraps rummaged through the garbage.
When you are thirsty, drink the dew left by the downpours of this rainy season.
But she never found it again.
And she should have understood a long time ago that even if the dog's body was found, it would have been rotted beyond recognition. Nothing could withstand the erosion of this humid rainy season, just like those who were murdered and discarded in the garbage. Just like the human corpses in the field, when they saw it again the next day, only the broken flesh and body were left.
It took a long time for her to finally realize that.
this time.
She was alone again.
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But she didn't cry.
She just became more and more silent.
Because she knows that she will never see her dog again, just like she will never see Shirley again. They have gone to a far away place and will never come back.
The night of the seventh day.
She left the garbage dump on the outskirts of the city.
Walking on a muddy road.
It rained that night.
It was like returning to that scarred night when her dog carried her and jumped from the deck.
She raised her head, and the pattering raindrops scratched the scars on her young face.
"Woof woof!"
Suddenly there was a barking from behind.
She turned around quickly and subconsciously.
Staring blankly at the dark night in the distance.
It's like that voice is the last goodbye to her, just like in a trance, you can see the puppy jumping and running towards you with joy, full of sunshine and vitality, and you will reach out to hug it. In my arms, because you are all homeless stray dogs, poor people who have been abandoned and are working hard to live.
When the storm passes by.
She was still the only one standing there, standing alone between heaven and earth in the dark rainy night.
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So for a long time, you could see a ragged little girl holding a doll, wandering alone on the streets of that city.
A kind person gave her a raincoat, because during the rainy season, the heavy rain almost never stopped.
There was a scar on her face.
But you could still see how lovely she was.
She never stayed in one place for a long time.
Only the children who had contact with her knew.
She had been asking around for her mother's whereabouts, and had been looking for her constantly.
A few months later.
Many people gradually forgot about that special little girl, because she had not appeared for a long time. Many people thought she was dead, maybe she died on a cold and hungry night, or maybe she was taken to other places by the slave owners, but there was no news of her in that city.
But she was not dead.
She was wandering towards the south.
Because she later learned that most of the plantations were in the south of this continent, and her mother told her that she was going there.
She boarded the steam train heading south with many other stowaways aimlessly.
She fled and dodged the whistles of patrolling police officers.
Fortunately, she did not die.
She still had a glimmer of hope in her heart.
Every time she closed her eyes and hugged the doll in her arms, she would have that dream again and again. There was a warm fireplace, her mother and brother, and the imaginary father. She couldn't remember what he looked like, so every time she dreamed, the face of the tall figure would change, turning into the appearance of the passers-by he had seen.
She was also able to communicate normally.
Just like Shirley had said to her, it was not that she couldn't speak, but that she had closed her heart.
And slowly, she was able to recall.
Recalling her mother's life before she left her.
But she couldn't remember those things, as if they were covered with a layer of gauze, vaguely unable to see clearly.
But she knew.
She must have seen her father.
Their family must have had a happy life.
