Chapter 222 Chapter 222 [VIP]
Megan's biological mother's belongings were kept in the former Damon family home, so the Joker told her about it before she left for the weekend vacation.
Megan couldn't remember they had a 'home', still in a two-story building. She turned to look at the man standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, adjusting his work clothes, and asked, "Dad, where is that?"
If she hadn't asked, the clown would have almost forgotten about it!
It is unlikely that Megan would remember their former 'home', because her mind was not very good at that time, she was seriously ill, confused and had no memory. Later, the place they usually stayed in, apart from Arkham Asylum, was the house they were in now. Although it was nominally rented at the beginning, Arthur bought the house when his income increased.
And in such a long time, they had never returned to Damon's original home because there was no need, but now it was necessary.
The Joker had just changed out of his purple suit and his skin color, but his demeanor hadn't adjusted to that of Arthur Damon. There was something meaningful hidden between his eyebrows as he was fixing his hair. "I asked, but you may not know the answer." So was there any point in asking?
Megan didn't care about his attack. She squeezed in front of him to look in the mirror and turned around to see her outfit for the day. However, she accidentally stepped on the clown and bumped her head lightly into him.
clown:?
Who didn't know she was up to these little tricks? But after she lost her temper, her mood remained unaffected. She seemed cheerful and innocent, almost unable to contain her joy and anticipation.
"What are you doing?" The clown knew that she was acting deliberately to attract his attention, but they were both the audience and the actors, and if one of them didn't cooperate, there would be no show.
Megan spun around, her skirt swung. She was wearing new clothes today and had cleaned herself up and washed herself last night. Her hair was fluffy and fluffy. As she moved, some of her curly and unruly hair flaunted her head. She said seriously, "This is a sense of ritual."
"What sense of ceremony?"
They were like they were performing a two-person opera on stage! It was a pity that there were no extra audience members here, so no one knew that their conversation could be so boring and funny.
Megan thought about it, then looked up at the clown's face in the mirror. Coincidentally, he also lowered his head, so their eyes met.
"I am going to inherit my mother's legacy," but when she said this, she sounded like a king who was about to take the throne.
The clown's unchanging smile seemed to deepen. He pulled the deep wrinkles between his eyebrows and at the corners of his mouth and asked, "Then I'll tell you the location, and you can go by yourself." After all, there was no need for him to accompany him on this matter, right?
But Megan said stubbornly: "No, I want to take you to show my mother. I have a daddy who loves me very much." Her tone sounded like she wanted to show off, but she was not joking.
"Mama will be happy for me, her little bear has grown up and is not lonely at all."
Megan still doesn't understand the word "loneliness" to this day, but she knows that many people care about this and many people besides her can empathize with her, so she uses this word seriously and rigorously.
If she was asked to understand what 'loneliness' meant, it would be without her father, Robin and her other friends, but she had never experienced this 'if'.
Seeing that she had her own ideas and acted seriously, the Joker raised his eyebrows slightly, but he never acted like a spoiler parent. He smiled deeply and said, "Okay, Megan, let's go see the relics you will inherit."
Then he raised his Arthur's smile, with a gentle and tolerant expression. He and his daughter had the same black curly hair and green eyes. After their fatigue faded and they gradually looked younger, their faces also vaguely revealed some similarities. Even though one was still a young child and the other had already experienced the vicissitudes of life, blood could not be changed.
They chose to travel by shuttle bus. There was an unpleasant smell in the old bus that made people feel carsick, so Megan hugged Arthur's arm and pulled his sleeve to pad under her nose. She was also a little drowsy, so she closed her eyes and leaned against his arm to relieve some of the discomfort.
Arthur took out an orange from his work clothes pocket. It was still fresh. It was an orange produced on a small farm and shipped from the neighboring metropolis that Bob bought at a nearby market. It was not big or beautiful, but it tasted good.
Arthur peeled the orange and gave half of the flesh to Megan. The child was still hiding under his arm, slowly eating half of the orange. She seemed to be in better spirits and looked at the scenery outside the car window with her eyes open.
When they arrived at the station, Megan wanted to jump down. For some naughty children, this was no big deal, but Megan was naughty on purpose. However, she was very fragile, so when she was in the air, Arthur grabbed her collar.
This father and daughter were walking down the street. The child again had a sullen look on her face. Her father said, "You're always careless! And you give me a sullen look."
"Why don't you let me jump?" Megan didn't believe Arthur's reason, because this was not the first or second time that she had climbed up high on her own initiative. Sometimes, after climbing up a high shelf, Arthur had to carry her down.
Arthur's deliberately stern expression softened, and he said softly, "There are puddles on the ground. They will stain your shoes and dress."
She dressed up beautifully before going out to get her mother's belongings. What if her clothes got dirty?
So Megan calmed down, raised her hand and held Arthur's hand hanging by his side, "Then talk to me nicely." She even made demands on him in return!
Arthur smiled tolerantly and helplessly, and they walked into the deserted old city together. There were wild cats calling around, new green was beginning to appear in the green belt, and last year's dry grass leaves were spread on the road surface. There were many plants and mosses in the cracks between the bricks.
Megan asked, "Why is the road so wet here?"
Arthur thought for a moment and said something that fit his current personality. "Don't you remember? The sewer pipes in the old town have been clogged for a long time, but no one has dealt with it. Normally it's okay because there aren't many residents here and the water consumption is not high, which means there is very little sewage."
"But during the rainy season or high tide, the sewers are completely blocked and unable to drain. The accumulated water remains on the road. Only after the rainy season passes and the tide recedes can the accumulated water be slowly drained away."
Gotham is a prosperous and crowded metropolis, but beneath its bright and beautiful appearance, there are countless ugly, dirty and deserted places. For example, the old city is not completely without residents, but they are all in places with better environments. As for the area near their original homes, it has long been abandoned.
The terrain here is sunken, and the water and electricity are all old pipes laid decades ago. Some of them have been shut down long ago because it is more cost-effective to directly destroy them than to maintain them.
Moreover, the buildings in this area are old. On the road, they can see bricks, stones and tiles that have fallen from somewhere. Some house walls have collapsed, and some weeds and trees have grown through the fences. If the water and electricity are still there, how much damage will it cause?
Arthur took Megan to find their former 'home' next to the old bridge. The door was even locked with a copper lock. Arthur didn't even have to look for the key because it was so easy to recognize.
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He unlocked the door and Megan squeezed in first.
There was no light inside. Arthur had brought her here briefly before, and they had used kerosene lamps. As for their water supply? The bridge arch was next to a canal, and there was also a reservoir nearby. To save money, Arthur would bring water back from outside and boil it.
Megan walked into the strange but lively house and kept looking around. She saw the difficult life in the past and saw many warm decorations.
She gathered all the handmade dolls in the house. Among them was a crudely stitched cloth mouse that stood out from the crowd. Megan picked it up, looked at it, and then looked up at the clown beside her. She said with certainty, "You made this."
Arthur pretended to be surprised and asked, "How did you tell that?"
Megan lowered her head and looked at this unique doll and other dolls made of scraps of cloth, finely and lovely, then bent down and held them all in her arms, "The dolls made by mom and dad are all equally good." She felt loved, so she thought they were all the same.
She opened her eyes, breathed gently, and felt the tranquility of the moment. The wind blew in from outside the door, blowing the hair on her temples and forehead.
After a long time, she was willing to stand up. She raised her hand and grabbed Arthur's clothes. She asked, "What else are Mom's relics?"
Arthur laughed softly. "I thought it was too much trouble at first. Most of the things here are..."
"Lauren's legacy."
This is not a close, but not unfamiliar name. He just calls the other person by their name. As for Ms. So-and-so, according to American tradition, women take their husband's surname after marriage, but Megan is his child now, and it is obviously wrong for him to call her 'Ms. Damon'. Even if this is fake information they registered, it is too weird.
He let Megan explore here, sat down on a chair nearby, and waited patiently.
Megan looked at every detail of the house, found the change in the jar, discovered the childish scribbles on the wallpaper, and flipped through an old photo album to see old photos of her mother and Megan, and finally her mother and Arthur's wedding photo, and a family photo of the three of them.
It goes without saying that the last two photos are composites. Megan is a smart child with brains, and the Joker has never concealed it, so she has long known that she is not the Joker's biological child, but she never takes the initiative to expose it. She doesn't ask who her biological father is, she only cares about her mother.
Megan is a stingy child. She only gives her feelings to the person she loves the most, then to the friends she cares about, and the rest are everyone else. She is so willful, and it’s not a big deal at all. What’s wrong with a child having her own temperament and preferences?
She searched for her mother's belongings, including the toys and dolls she once owned. She gazed at them, tears of love flowing from her eyes, but she no longer felt any sense of loss or regret. "Mom would be happy for me."
"Dad," Megan called to Arthur, "Mom will be happy for me."
She repeated the sentence twice, and Arthur walked to her, picked up the child from the ground, smiled and responded to her: "Yes, Lauren will be happy for us." He reached out to wipe away Megan's tears, put his forehead against hers, and said comforting words.
"Her last wish has been fulfilled, and she will be watching us from heaven and rejoicing over it."
The author has something to say:
Trying to promote the pre-collection of "The End of the Carnival, Mom Says She Loves Me" and "The Shame of the Traveler"
In fact, I haven’t decided which book to write next, and it’s still early for Xiao Xiong to finish (contemplating). The two pre-collected books are both about daily growth. Li Yingxiu is a young man who never ages in a strange world, and Xie Yunsheng is a arrogant and youthful ascetic. Both of them will be very long.
The weird world is a subject I've wanted to write about since I was a teenager, and fantasy and cultivation are also good! It's just that I don't like the spiritual root setting, so I tried to write it myself.
In fact, I may start writing other articles at the last minute. I’m not sure at all, but I’m trying to accumulate some collections, hehe.
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