"Madman?" Charles turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

His own sailor West took one or two young people across the street, looking at the big bags in their hands, and it seemed that they were here to shop.

Seeing his captain's gaze swept over, West was so scared that he couldn't hold the apple juice in his hand. He blocked his brother and was about to say something.

Charles had rushed over and pulled him away with his hands. He half-squatted down and looked at the seven or eight-year-old boy in front of him. "Have you seen me?"

Seeing Charles' fierce look on his face, Wester's younger brother shrank behind his mother with some courage.

Elena also enlarged her eyes and looked at the man in front of her.

At first she thought her youngest son had admitted his mistake, but after careful observation, she became more and more like her.

A tattoo spreading to his face on his neck pressed the left arm of the prosthesis and a scar on his face.

All of this shows that this man is really the lunatic, the lunatic who has been at their doorstep for nearly a year.

Suddenly meeting the old man, Elena was not panicked, but instead showed a hint of relief on her face.

She touched Charles' face as if she was touching her own child, "I didn't expect you to wake up. This is really great. I knew that living is better than dying."

Looking at the old woman's hand in front of her, Charles did not hide. The woman with wrinkles on her face in front of her felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Miss, have you seen me too? When?"

"Of course I've seen you squatted not far from our house for a long time. I usually have some leftovers, so I left you with one. You were crazy at that time, even drinking water from the gutter."

I have to say that this world is really small. Charles really didn't expect that he would meet someone he had come into contact with here.

He looked at West who was reluctant to speak but stopped, "Is this kid so familiar? I saw him when I was crazy?"

When Elena saw the drawing board behind Charles, she had a hint of surprise in her voice. "Child, are you a painter now?"

"Mother, he is not--" West stood up and was about to explain, so he pushed Charles back with a look.

"Yes, ma'am, I'm just a painter." Charles's voice rarely answered gently.

Elena nodded in praise. "It's great, there is a money-making craft that won't starve to death. By the way, can we help our family of four draw one? Since his father died, our family has never painted a family painting again."

Thinking of the broken brush, Charles shook his head more and more. "Sorry, next time, my brushes are broken. I have time to draw one for you for free."

"Okay, then you go back quickly. Your beautiful wife must be waiting for you to come home for dinner, right?" Elena nodded with a smile. She liked such good things to happen.

"Wife? Have you ever seen my wife Anna?" Charles' eyes opened slightly.

"So that girl's name is Anna? She is so beautiful. When she found you in the garbage that day, she lay on you and cried, crying so sadly."

Charles frowned slightly, and he looked at the woman in front of him and asked, "Are you saying true?"

The wife she mentioned was not Anna, but Margaret who had just met.

At this time, Charles' head was a little unsteady. He knew that Margaret had saved him and took care of him, but the relationship between the two was not so deep, right?

When she first saw Margaret, she treated her as a check for 5 million echoes. I guess she had no better impression of herself.

Later I heard that her brother said that she saved herself when she was crazy, which only proved that she was in a good heart.

But when it comes to love, Margaret has no relationship with her. The two of them have no contact at all. When did she fall in love with her?

"Miss, please wait a moment. Are you really sure she hugged me and cried?"

Ilena widened her eyes, "Of course, when she rushed into the madman group to find someone, I just gave the washed clothes to the guests. She stood by and saw clearly."

"You were so dirty and smelly at that time, but she hugged you tightly and cried like that. I have also been a girl. She can do this and she absolutely loves you and she will live to death. In this world, you must cherish such a woman who truly loves you."

Various images of Margaret flashed through Charles' mind.

The fear of meeting for the first time, the caution afterwards, the eagerness of meeting at the Governor's Office, and the indifference in her eyes just now.

The impression of this girl changed a lot in his mind.

Seeing that Charles' expression was a little wrong, the smile on Elena gradually closed. She asked carefully: "What's wrong? What happened to your wife afterwards?"

Charles did not answer, he threw the drawing board towards West beside him, turned around and rushed towards the dock.

"What's wrong with him?" Ilena looked at her son in confusion.

West looked helpless. "My mother, in fact, he is not just an ordinary painter, he is also the governor of this island now."

Elena stared at her eyes wide and pointed her finger at Charles's back as she left, "This child is the governor of the island? How is this possible? I've been watching him for more than a year."

West also looked helpless. He could not have thought that his captain would be a madman at his doorstep. This was simply incredible. Why didn't he discover it before?

Charles rushed back to the port quickly and looked around and did not find the person he was looking for.

He snapped his fingers into the darkness next to him, "You all come out, where did the person who just talked to me?"

A bunch of mice rushed out of the muddy fish market and quickly formed an arrow to sway towards the sea.

Charles came to the dock in the direction, but found that there was nothing except the ships passing by. "Is it really here? Where are the people?"

After the mice squeaked a few times, they tilted their heads to look at him. Obviously they didn't know either.

Charles, with a complicated expression, looked at the sea in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly started and said, "Why don't you tell me? How can I know if you don't tell me?"

After saying that, Charles turned around and walked towards the Navy. Since the other party wanted a boat and a man, he might be able to find her there.

Just as Charles had just left, the wet Margaret crawled out of the sea.

Her fair hands took out a piece of white paper with a hint of trembling, which was the painting Charles had just drawn.

The paper was completely soaked in the sea water, and Margaret, who had a smile on the drawing paper, slowly cracked and dripped on the ground.

She lowered her head, tears mixed with the sea water slid down the scars on her face.
Chapter completed!