Chapter 11 chapter Ten

You find a crack, and you apply some pressure to see if it will open further.I thought about it for an hour and a half and came to the conclusion that if they really had something to hide from me, Justin would be the best person to listen. Anyone who's been a detective for two years has a way of seeing who's most likely to let their guard down.Tom was a former colleague of mine who went into the Homicide Squad in the 1980s with the then-fashionable upholstery.I've seen him figure out who to target just by watching a bunch of suspects take notes.This is the detective version of Guess the Song.

Daniel and Abby couldn't work it out, they were so self-absorbed that they hardly got distracted or missed.Twice I tried to ask Abby who she thought the baby's father was, but got only cold, blank stares.Xiao Rui is more easily influenced, and I know that if I force him, I should be able to ask something.But it is very risky to do so, because he is too erratic and rebellious, he may know everything, but he may also rush out of the door in a rage.Justin is gentle, fanciful, worried, and habitual to please people. He is almost a police detective's dream interrogation object. The problem is I'm never alone with him.I didn't notice it the first week, but now that I'm looking for a chance, I realize it's serious.Daniel and I drive to school twice a week, and I often spend time with Abby. Whether it's breakfast, the time when the boys do the dishes after dinner, or at night, she will occasionally knock on my door with a biscuit. We sit on the bed and chat. Sleepy eyes.

But if I had less than five minutes alone with Ray or Justin, the others would appear or call us out, swarm around us unseen, and become one again.This is perhaps unsurprising, as the five do come in and out together with astonishing frequency, and besides the fact that the group divides again, some people just don't get along with each other except when everyone is there.But I had to wonder if there was one of them (Daniel, perhaps) who, looking at other people with the eyes of an interrogator, came to the same conclusion as I did. On Monday morning, the opportunity finally came.We were at school, Daniel was leading the seminar, Abby was meeting with the advisor, and it was just me and Ray and Justin in the usual corner of the library.Xiao Rui got up and didn't know where to go, it might be the bathroom, I counted to twenty silently, and then I probed to Justin's booth.

Hi classmate.Justin put down his book full of petty print and looked up at me.His desk is full of books, loose-leaf paper, and crayon-filled photocopied materials.Justin had to keep all the things he might use safely and securely by his side so that he could concentrate on studying. I was so bored, and the sun was out again, I said: let's go to lunch. Justin looked at his watch and said: It's only twelve forty. Life should be bold.I said. He hesitated and said: What about Xiaorui? He's an ugly adult now, and can take care of himself until Abby and Daniel come over.Justin is still hesitant to make such a big decision.I thought to myself that before Xiaorui came back, I still had a minute to convince him, so I began to signal the end of the radio call with my nails on the partition: di, di|dip, dit, dit, di︱di.

Whoops, Justin put down his pen and said: Noise abuse, you win. The most immediate dining nook was outside the new square, but it was easily visible from the library windows, so I dragged Justin to the cricket ground, and it took little Rhett a while to find us.The blue sky is clear and high, and the cold is like icy water. Several cricket players by the gazebo are earnestly doing distinctive movements with each other.Four boys at our end were playing frisbee, pretending it wasn't for the three girls on the bench, all dressed up and trying not to look at the boys.Standard courtship gesture, spring is here.

So, after we sat down on the grass, Justin said: How's the chapter going? Terrible, I replied while looking for a sandwich in my schoolbag: I haven't written anything since I came back, and I can't concentrate at all. Well, Justin was silent for a while before saying: It's natural, isn't it?It will take a while.I shrugged and didn't look at him. The feeling will fade, really, it will.You've come home and everything is back to normal. Well, maybe, I find the sandwich, make a face at it, and throw it on the grass.Justin is most worried about other people's loss of appetite.I don't remember it at all, and it felt so bad, so bad.I have been thinking that the police have been implying that they have many clues and physical evidence, but they just refuse to tell me.Fuck it, I was the one who got stabbed, and who else is more qualified to know what happened, but me?

I thought you were better, you said you were fine. Maybe.Forget it, leave him alone. We thought I was saying, I didn't expect you to care so much, it's always on my mind, it doesn't feel like you.I glanced at him, but he wasn't suspicious, just worried.Well, yes, I said: because I have never been stabbed with a knife. Indeed, Justin said: I think so.He laid out his lunch on the grass, orange juice on one side, bananas on the other, and a sandwich in the middle.He pursed his lips. You know what keeps going through my head?I suddenly said: my father, mother.Saying these four words made my head crash and I was slightly dizzy.

Justin suddenly looked up at me and said: What happened to them? I thought maybe I should contact them and tell them what happened. Leaving aside the past, Justin blurted out, as if to remove a spell from bad luck.We agreed that. I shrugged and said: Whatever, it's easy for you to say. Honestly no.He saw that I was silent: Lacey, are you serious? I shrugged sullenly again.I don't know yet. I thought you hated them and you never wanted to talk to them again. That's not the point, I wrapped my fingers around the shoulder straps of the schoolbag and rolled them into long spirals.I was just thinking that I might die on the spot, literally, and my parents would never know.

If I were you, Justin said: I don't want people to contact them, I don't want them to come, and I don't want them to know. Why?Justin lowered his head and tore off the sealing film of the orange juice bottle cap, I asked: Justin? Forget it, I didn't mean to interrupt you. No, tell me, Justin.Why? Justin was silent for a moment and said: During the Christmas break of the first year of our institute, I went back to Belfast for the holidays. You just came here not long ago, remember? Remember.I said.Justin didn't look at me, blinking at the pale, ghostly cricketer on the green, the sound of batting coming slowly and far away.

I told my father and stepmother that I was gay, and on Christmas Eve, he gave a slight sneer.God bless, I thought the festive atmosphere was world peace and being kind because you four didn't take it seriously.You know how I told Daniel this and what he said?After thinking for a few minutes, he said that homosexuality and heterosexuality are differences constructed by modern society, and the concept of sexuality was much more chaotic during the Renaissance than it is now.Abby rolled her eyes and asked if I thought she should be surprised.As for Xiao Rui, I don't know why, but I am most worried about his reaction.But he just grinned and said: Now there is one less competitor. , To be honest, this sentence is really heartwarming, although there is no comparison between me and him, but I feel very at ease, you know.I think maybe it's your reaction that makes me feel that it's no big deal to tell my family.

I didn't expect, I said: you will tell them, you didn't say. Well, yes!Justin carefully removes the plastic wrap from the sandwich so the sauce doesn't get on his fingers: My stepmother is horrible, you know, really scary.Her father was a carpenter, but she always called him a carpenter, who knew what she meant, and never invited him to parties.She was middle class through and through, from accents, clothes, hairstyles to china, like someone out of a bourgeois catalogue.But you can tell it's the result of her painstaking efforts every minute of every day.For her, marrying her boss is the Holy Grail of life.I'm not saying my father is fine as long as his stepmother isn't there, he looks like he's sick.But because of my stepmom, things got really, really bad.She was completely hysterical and told my father that she wanted me to get out of the house immediately and never come back. God!justin. My stepmother loves to watch soap operas, Justin said: The son who makes mistakes is always thrown out of the house.She kept screaming, literally screaming: What are the children going to do!She meant my half-brother.I don't know if she is afraid that I will spoil them, moles them or what.But I said, of course it's poisonous to say so, but you should know why I speak bad words, I said she don't worry, any comrade with good taste will not touch a disgusting cabbage baby.The aftermath was of course worse, she started throwing things, so I said a few more words, and Broccoli put down the PlayStation and ran out to see what was going on.My stepmother tried desperately to pull them out of the room, probably afraid that I might be hungry, they started screaming and finally my father said I'd better leave the house, for now.He said that, but both he and I knew what it meant.He drove me to the station and gave me a hundred pounds for Christmas.He spread the plastic wrap flat on the grass, and placed the sandwich on top neatly. What about you?I asked him softly. Are you talking about Christmas break?Almost all of them stayed in the dormitory, bought a bottle of whiskey worth a hundred pounds, and felt sorry for themselves.He gave me a wry smile.I know, I should tell you I'm back in town, but uh, I guess it's pride, because I've never been so humiliated in my life.I know you won't ask, but you will definitely be curious, and you are very clever, someone will definitely guess it. Justin arched his knees, the soles of his feet were flat and close together, his trousers were rolled up, revealing the gray socks that had become thinner after wearing and washing too many times, his feet were thin and thin like a boy.I leaned over and stretched out my hand to hold one of his ankles, holding it tightly, feeling warm and solid. Well, that's all right, Justin said.I looked up at him, and he smiled at me, a real smile this time.It really doesn't matter.I was really nervous at first, I felt like a homeless orphan, really, you don't know how many exaggerated plots floated through my head But I don't think about it now, I don't think about it after I get to Hawthorn House, I don't know now Why bring it up. It was my fault, I said: Sorry! Don't apologize, Justin tapped my hand lightly: If you really want to contact your parents, then uh, it's really none of my business, is it?I just want to say, don't forget that there was a reason why we decided not to talk about the past, not just me, Xiao Rui, well, you heard his father like that too. I nodded and said: Idiot. Ever since I knew Xiaorui, he has been answering this kind of calls: You are sick, you are a waste, I dare not mention you in front of my friends.I bet he was scolded like that.Xiao Rui's father hated him from the moment he was born.It's not impossible, you know.His father hoped that his son would have strong limbs, love to play rugby, harass the secretary, drink and vomit in trendy nightclubs, but in the end he gave birth to Xiaorui.Xiaorui's life is simply a disaster. You haven't seen him when he first entered college, that's when we knew each other.Thin, irritable, and extremely defensive, just teasing him a little bit will wring your head off.I didn't know at first if I liked this guy or not, I was only hanging out with him because I liked Abby and Daniel, and they both obviously thought Ray was fine. He's still skinny, I said: still very irascible, a jerk when he gets his temper.Justin shook his head and said: He's a million times better because he doesn't have to think about his horrible parents anymore, at least not as often.As for Daniel, have you ever heard him talk about his childhood?Just once. I shake my head. I do not have either.I know that his father and mother passed away, but I don't know the reason and time. I also don't know what he experienced after his parents died, where he lived, and who he was with. I don't know at all.One night, Abby and I got so drunk that we started to go crazy, talking nonsense about Daniel's childhood: he was raised like a wild child by hamsters, grew up in a brothel in Istanbul, his parents were CIA operatives, and was assassinated by the Soviet KGB , he escaped by hiding in the washing machine, we thought it was fun at the time, but we also know that his childhood can't be so happy, can it?Otherwise, why keep silent?You are also very boring Justin glanced at me and said: But at least I know that you have chickenpox and can ride a horse, but about Daniel, I know nothing, nothing at all. I prayed to myself that there would never be a day when I had to ride a horse.And Abby, Justin said: Did she mention her mother to you? Little by little, I said: I probably know. The actual situation is worse than what she described, because I have seen that woman.When I was in junior year, you weren't there yet.We got together at Abby's dorm that evening, and her mother came knocking on the door, and for God's sake, she was dressed like that, and I didn't know if she was a real whore, or if she was.She was clearly delirious and was yelling at Abby, but I could barely understand a word.Abby stuffed something into her mother's hand, I daresay it was money, but you know how poor her life is, and then dragged her mother out of the door, really dragged her.Abby was white as a ghost and I thought she was going to pass out.Justin looked at me anxiously and pushed his glasses up.Don't tell her I told you. I know. Abby never said anything about it afterward, and I think she still does.What I want to express is this, and I dare say you must have reasons to agree that it is best not to talk about the past.This accident may have changed your mind, I don't know, but don't forget that you are still very fragile, why don't you give yourself some time to avoid making difficult decisions.If you finally decide to contact your parents, maybe it's better not to tell anyone else, or uh, or they will be very hurt. I showed a puzzled look: You think so? Yes, of course.We, Justin, were still arranging the plastic wrap, and a blush quietly appeared on his cheeks.We all love you, you know.We are your family now, at least to us.We're each other's family I mean it's not right to say that but you know what I mean I leaned over to Justin and kissed him lightly on the cheek.Why don't you know, I said: I completely understand what you mean. Justin's cell phone rang.It should be Xiao Rui, he reached into his pocket to search, and said to me: Sure enough, he wants to know where we are. He started texting Xiaorui back, his eyes pressed against the screen like myopia, and he pressed my shoulder with the other hand.Giving himself time to think, he said: Also, eat your lunch. I found you playing ghost catch, said Frank that night.He's eating something, maybe a hamburger, and I hear the rustle of paper: Justin's out, for a number of reasons.Place your bets, Adam is still handsome? or neither.I said.These days, I call Frank almost as soon as I leave the backyard gate to see if he has any news about Lacey, unlike before I would wait for a few minutes.I walked towards the surveillance location, talking to him: I said the killer knew Lacey, remember?Just don't know how mature.Anyway, what I'm investigating is not this, but why they avoided talking about the past, to see if I can dig out what they are hiding. The result is a bunch of tear-jerking stories.I also think it's stupid not to talk about the past, but we've known for a long time that they're a bunch of freaks, and it's not surprising at all. Uh huh, I said.I don't think the afternoon conversation was useless, but I don't know what the point is.I'll keep poking around. It's the same today, Frank said with a mouth full of food: I continued to track down that girl, but still found nothing.You may have also noticed that her experience has a gap of one and a half years.The girl abandoned her identity as Melus at the end of 2000, but did not appear as Lacy until 2002.I tried to track down where she had been and who she had incarnated during this period.I don't think she's home, wherever her home is, but it's possible.If the girl hadn't come home, there should have been one or two clues left behind. If it was me, I would mainly focus on European countries. I said: After the September 11th incident, the airport security check was much stricter. It is impossible for a girl to come to Ireland from the United States with a fake passport. She must have crossed the Atlantic Ocean before. That's true, but I don't have a name to look up at all, and there is no record of Melus applying for a passport at all, I guess she either used her real name, or got a new passport in New York, exited JFK, and arrived at her destination change identity again JFK, JFK Airport Frank was still talking, but I froze in the middle of the path and forgot to move forward, because the mysterious marks on Lacey's calendar flashed into my mind like fireworks. CDG59 I've flown Paris-Charles de Gaulle no less than ten times myself, spending summers with French cousins, and £59 feels like the price of a one-way ticket. AMS is not Abby's full name, it's Amsterdam, and LHR is London Heathrow.I can't remember a few other code names, but they must be airport codes, and I can say with certainty that Lacey was asking about the fare. If she wants an abortion, she should only ask about the UK, not about the flights between Amsterdam and Paris.Besides, she asked about one-way, not round-trip.Lacey obviously wants to go far away again, standing in front of the cliff of life, ready to run to the boundless world. Why? In the weeks leading up to Lacy's murder, three things changed.She found out that she was pregnant, N became a reality, and she began to plan to disappear.I do not believe that all three happened at the same time, although the order cannot be guessed, but one must come first.I feel that there is a law behind it, flickering in front of my eyes, which is exciting, but it is fleeting like a pattern that can only be seen with cross-eyed eyes. It wasn't until that night that I seriously considered Frank's speculation that the murderer might be a mysterious stalker.For past grievances, he would abandon his life and chase and kill a girl around the earth. There are very few such guys.In addition, Frank has always paid attention to the brilliance of the case, not the possibility, so I have always placed his statement between the insignificant and the plot of Hollywood movies.However, the same thing happened three times, hitting Lacey's life again and again, destroying it beyond recovery.I thought of her, and my heart ached. Hello?Ground console calling Casey? Hi, I said: Frank, can I ask you to do me a favor?I wonder if something unusual happened to Melus in the month before she disappeared.Two months ago, it was safer. Escape N?Or leave with N and start a new life elsewhere, the two of them and the baby? You underestimate me, baby, I've looked it up.No strange visitors or phone calls, no arguments, no unusual behavior, nothing. I don't mean that kind of thing, I want to know what actually happened, anything, such as changing jobs, changing boyfriends, moving, getting sick or signing up for classes and so on.Not a major accident, but simple life chores. Frank gnawed on the hamburger, pondered for a long time, and then asked me: Why?You want me to call my friend in the FBI and ask him for help, at least give me a reason. You can make it up, I have no good reason.Intuition, you know? Well, said Frank, it sounded like teeth picking, which was annoying.I'll call, but you also have to do one thing for me. I started walking again unconsciously from just now, and headed towards the hut.Speak. Don't relax, I feel like you're getting too absorbed in life there. I sigh.I'm a woman, Frank, a woman who can multitask.I can work and have fun at the same time. That's nice, but all I know is that if you go undercover and relax, you're going to be in big trouble.The murderer is still at large, perhaps less than a kilometer and a half from where you are now.Your mission is to find the suspect, not to play with the Fantastic Four. family.I always thought that the reason why Lacey hid the diary was to cover up her agreement with N, no matter who N was.But I forgot that she still has a bunch of secrets to keep.Others would be shocked and saddened to find out that Lacey was about to break free from their tightly entwined world, molting like a dragonfly, leaving behind a perfectly shaped shell.I was suddenly glad that I didn't reveal the diary to Frank, and even felt a little dazed. I'm alert, Frank.I said. That's fine, keep it up.With the sound of rubbing paper, he finished his burger.Then there was a beep, and he hung up the phone. I have come near the surveillance point, and the flashlight casts a white circle of light forward, and scattered bushes, weeds and soil rush past the circle of light.I thought of Lacey running all the way down the path, the faint light flickering wildly, the solid gate to safety forever lost in the shadows behind her, and there was nowhere ahead but the cold cabin.I think of the few coats of paint in her bedroom, where she originally planned her future, in Hawthorn Forest House, with Xiao Rui and the others, until the bomb hit.We're your family, Justin told me, each other's family.And I've been around the woods long enough to understand how serious Justin is, and how important it is.In the end, I thought, what in the world is so powerful that it can tear this all down? Once I started searching, I found that the cracks continued.I don't know if it's because my eyesight is improving, or if the cracks are always there.That night, I was reading in bed when I suddenly heard someone talking from below the window. Little Rui went to bed earlier than I did, and I heard Justin humming, fumbling, and inexplicably striding downstairs, performing his bedtime ritual, so it was just Abby and Daniel.I knelt by the window, held my breath, and listened, but the distance was three floors away. Apart from Justin's happy humming, I could only hear hurried whispers. No, Abby's voice became louder and her tone was frustrated.Daniel, that's not the point then turn down the volume.Moon River Bend!Justin sang excitedly and couldn't help raising the end note. I did what children who like to inquire about things love to do from ancient times to the present, and that is to quietly go downstairs to drink a glass of water.I walked around the corner of the stairs, Justin was still humming, I went down to the first floor, there was no light in the small Rui door, I felt the wall and slipped forward into the kitchen, the French doors were opened a thumb-width slit.I walked over to the sink, moving very slowly, without even making a sound in my pajamas, and took the cup and put it under the faucet, ready to turn on the tap as soon as someone came. Abby and Daniel sat in the rocking chair, the moonlight lit the backyard, the kitchen was dark, and they couldn't see me through the glass door.Abby sat sideways with her back against the armrest, her feet between Daniel's legs, and Daniel held the cup in one hand and held Abby's ankle leisurely in the other.Moonlight flooded Abby's hair, whitened her cheeks, and pooled in the creases of Daniel's shirt like pools of light.I suddenly felt poked by a needle, injecting severe pain.Rob and I used to spend long nights sitting on my sofa like this in the past.The floor was icy cold and the kitchen was piercingly quiet. Forever, said Abby, with evident disbelief.Go on like this, forever, pretending nothing happened. I don't think so, Daniel said: We have other options, what do you mean? God!Daniel!Abby lifted her hair with both hands, and raised her head to reveal her clear neck.How can this be a choice?It's just crazy.do you really want thisWant to live like this forever? Daniel turned to look at Abby, all I could see was the back of his head.In an ideal world, he said softly: No, I hope things can be different, many things. Oh man, Abby rubbed between her brows like she's starting to have a headache.Don't talk about it, please. You know, one can't have everything, Daniel said: We all know that there will be sacrifices from the moment we decide to live here, we've anticipated it. Sacrifice, Abby replied: True, but not about this.I didn't expect it to happen, Daniel, no, not at all. Really?Daniel asked with a surprised tone.I thought about it. Abby suddenly looked up and stared at Daniel.You say this?Come on less, you know it's gonna happen?You say Lacey, and Well, Lacey didn't, Daniel said: hardly ever, though maybe he hesitated and sighed at the end.But other things, I have, I think it's possible, at least in terms of human nature.I thought you would too. No one told me anything else, let alone sacrifice.I suddenly realized that I had held my breath for too long, and my head began to feel dizzy, so I exhaled lightly, very, very carefully. I don't, Abby said to the sky, tiredly.Laugh at me stupid! I will never laugh at you, Daniel said, smiling sadly towards the grass.God knows, in this world, I am the least qualified person to tell you that you are blind.He took a sip, the clear and light wine in the glass tilted slightly, and the posture of drinking with his shoulders closed and his eyes closed deeply hit me.I always thought that the four of them lived comfortably in the magic bunker, and everything they needed was at their fingertips.I like this feeling, very much.However, there is something that catches Abby off guard and hurts her, while Daniel somehow grows accustomed to unhappiness, deep and lasting. What do you think of Lacey?Daniel asked. Abby took one of Daniel's cigarettes, flicked the lighter and said: "Feeling okay, a little quieter, and lost some weight, but that's to be expected. Do you think she can? She ate and took antibiotics. I am not asking this. I don't think you need to worry about Lacey, Abby said: I feel like she's pretty steady, at least from what I've seen, she's pretty much forgotten about the whole thing. However, Daniel said: "That's what bothered me.I'm very worried that she will keep everything in her heart, and then she will explode one day, what will happen then? Abby watched Daniel, the smoke curling up through the moonlight.From a certain point of view, she said cautiously: Lacey's outbreak may not be the end of the world. Daniel was lost in thought, looking at the grass and flicking his wine glass.It all depends, he said: See how she explodes, I think it's better to be prepared. Lacey, Abby says: the last thing we have to worry about.Justin I mean, it's obvious, I knew Justin was going to be in trouble, but I didn't expect him to be this bad.He didn't know it would happen, and neither did I, and Xiao Rui would only do a disservice.If Xiao Rui doesn't restrain herself and be such a jerk, I really don't know when I will see her purse her lips and take a deep breath.Then there is this matter, I am also very difficult, Daniel, although you don't seem to care, but this does not make me any easier. Of course I cared, Daniel said: Frankly, I cared, and I thought you knew.I just don't think there's anything we can do, neither you nor I. I can leave, Abby said, staring at Daniel with wide, serious eyes.we can leave. I almost reached over to cover the microphone.I don't know what's going on in front of me, I have no idea at all, but if Frank heard the conversation just now, he would definitely think that they were planning a surprise escape, and they were going to gag me and lock me in the coat closet before jumping on the plane to Mexico. flight.I really wish I was smarter, I thought of testing the communication distance of the microphone before. Daniel didn't look at Abby, but his hand holding her feet tightened slightly.You can indeed, he said after a long silence: I can't stop you, but you know, this is my home, and I hope he can take a deep breath.Hope it's your home, I can't leave. Abby leaned her head back against the rail of the rocker again.Yeah, she said: I know, I can't, I'm just god, Daniel, what do we do? We waited, Daniel said softly: We believe that things will eventually settle down, it just takes time.We trust each other and do our best. The cold wind swept over my shoulders, I turned around subconsciously, and opened my mouth to make up a lie about drinking water.The cup hit the tap and slipped out of my hand into the sink with a loud clang loud enough to wake the village of Glensky.There was no one around. Daniel and Abby froze, and suddenly turned their heads to look at the room.Hello, I said as I opened the door and walked into the backyard, my heart beating wildly.I changed my mind because it wasn't sleepy at all.Are you still asleep? Not yet, Abby said, getting ready for bed.She yanked her feet away from Daniel's legs and hurried past me and back into the house.I soon heard her footsteps rushing up the stairs, forgetting to avoid the creaking stairs. I went to the balcony, leaned back in the rocking chair and sat down at Daniel's feet.For some reason, I just didn't want to sit next to him, it felt too reckless, too much like asking for his trust.After a while, he reached out and placed his hand gently on my head.The big hands wrapped around my head made me feel like a child.Um.He said softly, almost a whisper. Daniel's glass was on the ground beside me, and I took a sip of whiskey on the rocks, the ice almost melting away.Are you and Abby fighting? No, he said, brushing his thumb through my hair.fine. We sat like this for a while.The night was like water, the meadows were calm, and the moon hung high like an ancient silver coin.Through my pajamas, I feel the cold stones on the balcony, and Daniel is smoking a filterless cigarette, which tastes warm and pleasant. Both of them make me happy and peaceful.I leaned against the rocking chair and swayed slightly, softly and rhythmically. Smell, whispered Daniel: Smell it? The faint rosemary is like a gossamer, floating faintly from the herb garden.Rosemary, memories of the past.Daniel said: "We'll have thyme and lemon balm soon, and mint and tansy, and then I think hyssop.It's hard to tell just by looking at the illustrated book in winter. This year must be a mess, but we will tidy up the garden and replant where needed.Old photos are very helpful, giving us a rough idea of ​​the original design, what was planted where.They are all strong, and I say the plants, chosen for their stoicism and virtue, by next year Daniel talked about the herb garden in the past, describing how gardeners planted carefully to meet all the needs of plant growth, how herbs take into account beauty and practicality, and strike a balance between appearance, aroma and use without sacrificing any of them.He told me that hyssop can relieve cold and chest tightness, and treat toothache; chamomile ointment can reduce inflammation, and tea can prevent nightmares at night; Elm can be used for salad. We should try it when we get a chance, says Daniel: Shakespeare salad.Tansy smells a lot like pepper, you know that?I thought it was dead long ago, it looked dry and dry, but I didn't expect that there was still a touch of green at the root I cut.Now that Tanju is fine, it feels amazing that there is a life that can survive in the face of unbelievable adversity, fight unremittingly, and the strength to survive and grow is endless The words were hazy, and I was immersed in the rhythm of his words, as smooth and steady as waves.Time, I feel Daniel talking behind my back, maybe he's talking about dill, I don't know.We give ourselves to time, and time will work for us.