Chapter 526 Grisha's Letter
Grisha lay on the table, holding the pen in his hand a little awkwardly, and carefully spelling the words on the paper.
His expression was serious, almost pious.
"Sister Gwen, I'm Grisha, and this is my first time writing a letter. "
"It has been a month since Castel came here. I have been taking literacy classes. I have learned a lot of words and made a lot of friends."
"The literacy class is good, and so are my friends."
"I like it here."
Grisha raised the tip of his pen and a silly smile appeared on his face. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He dipped the tip of the pen in the ink bottle and continued writing.
"Blood Harbor is huge, Castel is also huge, with steel ships, iron roads, and steam engines that can curse."
"When people first came here, many of them fainted from fear. They were frightened by the sight of steel, churches, and star furnaces."
"Grisha doesn't understand."
"They said that Grisha didn't understand, so it was okay. They had seen too much of this world, so they didn't dare to believe it."
"Grisha doesn't understand this either."
"Fortunately, everyone recovered, finally."
"Uncle Wood has been mad for a long time, Master Nini. It takes two hands to hold him down, even."
In fact, Uncle Wood was not the only one who went crazy. Grisha really wanted to write down the specific situation, but it was really difficult to describe those weird appearances in words, especially with Grisha's limited vocabulary.
The nurse had told him that this was Castel's something-or-other disease, but the word was so difficult to pronounce that Grisha had forgotten it.
There was also another doctor who told him to chant Lord Zeus's name when he couldn't hold on any longer. He remembered this, but Grisha didn't understand what "when he couldn't hold on any longer" meant. He didn't feel the need to hold on, but the other wounded with him often went crazy.
Grisha lowered his head again, but his train of thought was interrupted. He stared blankly for a while with the dip pen in his hand, his eyes swept over the word "Nini" he had just written, and a smile appeared on his face again.
"Ms. Nini was very good. She took Grisha to see the shark. The shark was not good. The shark died."
"Grisha wants to see sharks and sister Gwen."
"The sea is big and blue, and there are many sunken ships in the sea, piled high everywhere."
"The sunken ship speaks, they say, no one hears it, but Grisha hears it."
"Grisha likes to be at the seaside, talking to shipwrecks and the sea."
"Grisha has never seen the sea in the North."
"In Blood Harbor, in Castel, Grisha eats well every day."
"There is a kind of food, French fries, which is delicious, very very delicious, very very delicious."
Grisha recalled the day when he first arrived at Castel and shared French fries with everyone in the carriage, and his nose felt a little sour again.
It's obviously a good thing, but tears always fall.
He would think of his companions who had died on the road, of his friends who had fallen in the last battle.
"In Castel, my friend, we will be together for a long, long time. In the North, my friend, we will never see each other again in a blink of an eye."
"Grisha, I can't forget my friends. No matter what, I can't forget them."
"I never thought about surviving and growing up. I never thought about having a home after leaving the North."
"The White Crow people have lost the Bone White Crow, lost their homeland, and lost themselves."
"I should have died, like the wild grass that dies every year in the fields of the North."
"My friends are good, Grisha is not good, but my friends are gone, Grisha."
A tear wet the letter paper, and Grisha quickly wiped it with his sleeve. Looking at the slightly wrinkled skin, a trace of annoyance appeared on his face, and he knocked his head hard.
This is a letter to Sister Gwen, and it was clearly prepared and written with great care.
"Castel is fine."
"Everyone in the resistance army says this is heaven, but Grisha doesn't understand."
"But Grisha likes it here."
"Castel, everyone can read, everyone can eat, and every child can grow up."
"Work hard and you can eat French fries."
"No war, no white plague, no noble whips and scimitars."
"They helped Grisha get a new prosthesis made of steel."
"Grisha has new legs!"
"Grisha likes this place. This land is nice, the people here are nice, and the friends in the sea are nice too. Grisha has made many new friends. Grisha is willing to stay here for the rest of his life."
Grisha grinned foolishly again. He carefully stepped on the ground with his foot, and a crisp metallic sound was heard.
He felt that he had never been so happy. Everything here was beautiful, so beautiful that it seemed unreal. When he was in the North, Grisha had never imagined that there would be such a fertile land in the world and such friendly residents. What they faced was not knives and swords, but French fries thrown into the carriage.
Maybe this really is heaven, a heaven that he had never dared to imagine in his fondest dreams.
But he was leaving this paradise.
Grisha wrote on the letter paper with shaking hands.
"Sister Gwen, Grisha, wants to return to the North."
"In the North, there are my compatriots, my friends, my fallen friends."
"Grisha wants to avenge them."
"Grisha, now that you have new legs, you can charge again."
"Uncle Wood, Brother Rick, Sister Hela, everyone wants to return to the North, to the battlefield."
"Castel, it's good, this is home, but Grisha, we have to leave here."
"When you read this letter, I will have boarded the train and headed north."
"Grisha."
The boy wrote his name solemnly, then put the pen aside, carefully picked up the letter paper, and waited for the ink to dry.
This was a very important letter. It was the first one he wrote after learning to read, and perhaps the last one. He wanted to try his best to write it well.
Grisha waited quietly for a long time, until the sky became completely dark and late at night.
He folded the letter carefully, stuffed it into a specially prepared envelope, and placed it solemnly under his pillow.
This was the dormitory assigned to him. He had already folded the quilt and swept the floor carefully.
Looking at the tidy house, he nodded, put the key on the table, and walked out of the room without locking the door.
Gazing into the distance, he saw the direction of Blood Harbor. He knew there was a train to the North, which could take him away from this beautiful dreamlike place and back to the desolate and bloody battlefield in the North.
There was a deep blue light in his eyes, like the surging sea water.
Grisha didn't hesitate. He just left the dormitory and walked into the darkness without looking back.
(End of this chapter)
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