Chapter 15 Death

"What about the gold coins? Did you steal my gold coins?" Arcado's father roared, making the whole room tremble, and the old ceiling creaked as if it was about to collapse.

"Hmm, do you know how many bottles of wine you have drunk since you moved here?" Arcado sneered and looked at the drunken man in front of him: "I sold 1 gold coin just by selling your bottle. That's a whole thousand bottles of wine. How dare you ask me about your gold coins? I tell you that we will drink the northwest wind from tomorrow!"

After saying that, Arcado opened his hand at his collar and threw a gold coin to his father: "This is the last gold coin. I sold wine bottles this morning. Take care of yourself."

In fact, Arcado did spend a few gold coins and bought a few blank magic scrolls. Other gold coins were indeed drunk by this irresponsible father - maybe some of them went to find prostitutes. Who knows?

Acardo wandered to school. Because Lin Ria was not here, he came to school to study at will. Sometimes he came, sometimes he didn't come. When he came to school, he always gently came to the door of the dilapidated academic affairs office, waiting for the yellow warbler-like voice sounded inside: "Come in, a Cardo, I heard your footsteps. However, after the Creation Day, I never heard it again. He always stood quietly at the door, waited for a few minutes, and then gently opened the door with the key. For the convenience of him to come here, Lin Ria gave him a key. Arcado will take the door and sit in the corner where he and Rhea sat, looking at the pale blue sky outside the window in a daze.

Every few days, he will come to this small room, replace the water in the kettle with a new one, wipe the table, and place the dusty scrolls again. He has helped Lin Ria do this more than once. After the familiar work, he sat in the corner, as if waiting for something, as if recalling. What.

What will happen to Lin Ria? Is she also thinking about me? Has she lost weight? Thinking about it, it's just a day.

After sitting like this for a day, Arcado wandered back to his home. His clothes in the dilapidated hut had not been changed for dozens of days, and there were no other clothes to change. He was wondering if Lin Ria saw his current appearance, would she still recognize him? He was only so stinky in the southern district of Shengdu. Conspicuous, because everyone here has this taste.

When he opened the door, he found that his home was a little special today. His father hung quietly on the ceiling, without snoring after drunkenness or roaring when he was awake.

Acardo's frightened big eyes seemed to have no soul. He walked over quietly, as if he was afraid of waking up his father. He reached out and touched his father's ankle. The cold feeling ran all over his body. At this moment, Acardo felt that he was so helpless and lonely.

Are you sad? It didn't seem to be sad. The father disappointed Acardo from beginning to end. All the decisions he made were not discussed with Arcado, including his own death.

Are you desperate? A little, my father died, and the only thing left for me was this empty house worth more than 30 gold coins. As for the rest, it is the stinky school uniform on Arcado's body.

Without putting his father off the roof, Arcado sat on the edge of the bed and cried. Why was he sad? Why are you sad? Why despair? Arcado asked himself over and over again that he was just a dispensable person. Why is it so difficult to give up? Tears couldn't stop flowing down, and finally Arcado was too lazy to wipe them and let them flow.

After a long time, the room calmed down, and only the sound of Arcado's sobbing could be faintly heard. He looked around and found a folded paper and a gold coin on the table.

The paper was picked up by Arcado, wrinkled and oily. It seems to have been written for some years, because this poor family has neither a pen nor paper.

Acardo wiped away his tears and carefully identified the handwriting on it.

"Son, if you see this paper, then I'm gone. Please forgive my selfishness. If you know, your grandfather did not agree with my marriage with your mother. In order to protect you, I stroked your mother with my own hands on the night of your arrival, and I didn't even have time to wipe the blood from her for you. Now you can understand why I am so decadent. If I don't drink, your mother will stand in front of me covered with blood. Please forgive me."

If his father's death stabbed Arcado's heart, then this letter added another shot to the bleeding heart. In front of the dark, Aka fell heavily and smashed the thick dust on the floor.

When Arcado woke up again, it was already dawn. His sinful father has been hanging on the beam all day and night.

The morning sun shone into this narrow space, and the thorny Akado narrowed his eyes. He recalled everything yesterday and saw the desperate paper in his hand. A hatred rushed to his brain and got up. Akado punched the calf of the corpse, "Bang!" The stiff body made a muffled sound.

Acardo picked up the only gold coin on the table, went to the church in the southern district, and reported to the clergy about his father's hanging. Several clergy accompanied Arcado back home, simply looked at the scene, filled in a certificate of natural death, and brought it back to the church for the record. In the afternoon, Arcado went to the bar again, found a strong mercenary, put his father's body down from the beam, carried it to the wasteland outside the city, and threw it into the barren grass more than one person high. Because he had no money to buy the coffin and could not afford the burial expenses, he had to abandon the body in the wilderness. The mercenary found 10 silver coins for Arcado, so that the 14-and-a-half-year-old boy could eat for a few days.

At random, Arcado threw the torn crumpled paper into the air, waved the last haze on his face, and wandered back to his residence like a ghost.

Lying heavily **, causing a squeaky sound. The exhausted Akado soon fell asleep, and a crystal tear flowed from the corners of his eyes.

In Count Lin's Mansion, Lin Ria, who was hungry and thin, looked at the moon in the sky and thought quietly: Father, let me out quickly, Arcado, how are you doing? Are you happy today?