Cynthia’s Cat

Chapter 15: Mrs. Bette

In snowy days, the residents of the town rarely go out. They will make delicious refreshments and put them by the fireplace, sit around the fireplace and eat delicious snacks, and spend the long winter leisurely.

Little Cynthia tugged at Carl's clothes, hoping that Carl could respond to her. Carl lowered his head and looked at Cynthia's little face that was flushed with cold. He looked very pitiful, "Brother Carl, I'm a little hungry."

The cold weather accelerated energy consumption. After walking for almost ten minutes, Cynthia was exhausted. Carl took out the milk and bread in his back bag and handed it to Cynthia, "There is only this food, wait. When I arrived at the orphanage, I was looking for food."

Cynthia shook the milk Carl handed him, and preached a little discouragedly: "Brother Carl, this bottle of milk has frozen and can't be drunk."

"Why is it freezing?" Carl exclaimed. He shook the bottle that Cynthia handed over in disbelief. I had already wrapped it, so how could it freeze.

Carl became depressed. He didn't expect this to happen. He felt that these foods could keep him going to Aunt Martha for several days.

Aunt Martha and her mother are very good sisters. When Carl was six years old, Aunt Martha left Federmatt and told little Carl that she could go to play with her in the future. There is a postcard sent by Aunt Martha to her mother. It contains the address of Aunt Martha’s current home. When Aunt Martha is found, Carl will beg Aunt Martha to adopt him, and he will also go to earn money to repay Aunt Martha. However, in the face of inedible food, Carl felt that he would die on the road before he found Aunt Martha, turning into a cold corpse. He was really desperate.

Facing the depressed Carl, Cynthia kindly comforted him: "It's okay, Charlie didn't give you a sum of money, we can use it to buy fresh food."

"Let's go Carl, you should know where there are shops. This is not the time to be frustrated."

Carl looked at the girl's cold white cheeks, and his heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Why is the girl younger than him so calm after experiencing such a terrible thing? "The nearest store to this should be on the corner. I am familiar with this street. You are waiting for me here, and I will be back soon."

Cynthia looked at the endless road. She was afraid that Carl would leave her burden. "The corner of the street should not be far from here. I'll go with you."

The heavy snow has gone past Cynthia’s knees. Because of walking in the snow for too long, ice water has penetrated into the shoes, and numbness of her toes has appeared. Despite the harsh environment, she will stick to it, the boy in front of her. If she were to be left behind, she might really die.

Carl looked at Cynthia and said sincerely: "Believe me, now the snow is getting bigger and bigger, you still stay here to hide from the snow, the store is not far away. You stay here and wait for me, I'll be back soon."

Carl's beautiful eyes were full of sincerity. Cynthia believed him. It was she who made a bet with herself. The bet was her life, and she was willing to believe in the boy in front of her.

Cynthia stayed under the eaves to hide from the snow, watching Carl's fading back. Ten minutes passed, and still did not see Carl's back. Cynthia's heart gradually became uneasy, "Did he really leave himself? Or? Has there been an accident?"

The heavy snow swallowed the color of the town like a white monster. The cold was consuming Cynthia’s life a little bit. She was almost unable to hold on. She needed the temperature. Cynthia knocked on the door across the street, praying that the one who opened the door would be able to A good person, "Boom, boom, boom, is there anyone in the house?"

As time passed, her vision slowly became blurred, and Cynthia fainted outside the door.

By the time Cynthia was sober, she was already in the warm room. She was now on the sofa in the living room. The fireplace was full of firewood, covered with a warm woolen blanket, and the cold breath of her body was gradually evaporating.

"My dear, you finally woke up. Are you better now? God, I was really scared to death just now. If I didn't hear the doorbell, you might be frozen to death outside." A kind old man was speaking. She was knitting a sweater in her hand, holding her glasses and looking towards Cynthia. She looked very kind.

Cynthia expressed gratitude, "Thank you for saving my wife. Without your help, I was frozen to death by the snow."

The old man greeted Cynthia kindly, "Come and eat some food to replenish physical strength. In this cold weather, why are you alone on the street, your family?"

"I'm Cynthia. I came to Aunt Anne's as a guest. Then Carl's brother took me out to buy things, but I was lost unexpectedly." After speaking, Cynthia made a sad expression.

Thinking back to something, Cynthia said anxiously: "By the way, ma'am, have you seen a boy?"

Mrs. Bette shook her head, "Boy? There seems to be no one outside."

Cynthia thought in frustration, did Carl really abandon himself? "Madam, is there a window where I can see the street? I'm afraid Brother Carl will come back to find me."

"Oh, yes, but in Phil's bedroom." Mrs. Bette was very happy when she said Phil, and her face was filled with a happy smile.

Mrs. Bette took Cynthia to Phil's room, "Phil is my youngest daughter. She brought me a lot of joy since she was born. Now she has grown up and went to study abroad."

"Come with me, here."

Cynthia opened the curtains and saw a scene she could not forget so far. Carl was sitting at the entrance of the street, curled up all over, covered with a thick layer of snow, and her body was shaking so badly that Cynthia was shocked that Carl came back to look for her.

Cynthia ran out in a hurry, her voice full of surprises, "Carl, are you back?"

Carl raised his head, like a kitty lost in the snow, weak and pitiful. Carl saw Cynthia running over, her eyes full of unstoppable joy, as if telling me that it was finally waiting for you.

Carl took out the bread in his arms and handed it to Cynthia. His hands were red with cold, and he looked at Cynthia with a smile on his face. His sincere smile made Cynthia's cold heart warm, "Just baked The bread is delicious, it’s still hot in my arms."

Cynthia took the bread in Carl's hand. The bread was still hot and smelled delicious. Carl didn't let her down in the end, she won the bet.

Mrs. Bette was standing at the door and shouting to them: "God, he seems to be freezing, dear, come in with your friend, the room is very warm."

Inside the house, Cynthia introduced to Mrs. Bette, "Madam, this is the brother Carl I told you."

Mrs. Bette looked at Carl and said softly: "What a good boy, Cynthia, you have a good brother." There was a kind smile in her eyes, but Cynthia sitting on the sofa noticed a strange feeling.

Mrs. Bette brought two cups of hot milk from the kitchen and handed them to Carl and Cynthia, "Hurry up and drink some hot milk. You two will stay at my house and wait for the snow to come home."

Carl looked at the girl's immature face. Fortunately, she had no accident. It turned out that her name was Cynthia. On the way, she was the only one who told her her name, but she didn't hear Cynthia say her name. The name is really nice.

Cynthia has been holding Carl's hand since entering the door, "Madam, thank you for your kindness. Brother Carl and I will be worried about going back to Aunt Anne too late." Carl looked at Cynthia suspiciously, and said hesitantly, "Aunt Anne? Cynthia quietly scratched the palm of Karl's hand and motioned him not to speak any more.

Mrs. Bette said regretfully, "It's really too regrettable. I want to spend more time with you two little cuties. I will prepare snacks for you. Remember to drink the hot milk." Mrs. Bette turned around. The kind face was replaced by a vicious smile.

Carl picked up the hot milk and was about to drink it, but was stopped by Cynthia. Cynthia whispered to Carl, "That lady has a problem, don't drink it yet."

Cynthia asked Carl worriedly, "Are you okay? Have you been frozen."

Carl's pretty face smiled and said, "Except for being a little cold, there is nothing wrong with his body."

Cynthia looked at the direction of the kitchen alertly, afraid that Mrs. Bate would come back suddenly, Carl looked at Cynthia suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Cynthia said solemnly, "I will tell you when we leave here first."

Carl believes in Cynthia very much, "good"

Leaving the warm house, the cold filled the whole body, Cynthia suddenly laughed, "It's really cold outside, Karl, do you think I'm stupid? That lady has already taken us in, but I still refused somehow. ."

"You said that the lady has a problem, I believe you."

"Actually, I'm not sure. I'm just guessing. That lady looks very kind, but she always feels false." Like the false people around Cynthia, they approached Cynthia with purpose and got them from her. Good thing, that look made Cynthia feel sick.

"The problem with that hot milk is also my suspicion. There is white powder on her hand. I suspect it is some kind of medicine that can make us sleep soundly, but all this is suspicion. The main reason is that I don't trust her."

In fact, the source of all suspicion is the look in Mrs. Bethe’s eyes looking at Carl. When Cynthia spotted Carl in the window, Mrs. Bethe even showed a look of disgust. Although the look lasted for a short time, Cynthia had discovered that This source made Cynthia start to guess. The more Cynthia observed Mrs. Bate, the more she felt that something was wrong.

Carl pursed his lips. "Then why do you trust me?"

Cynthia said wickedly: "With your IQ, you can't hurt me." After speaking, he giggled.

For Carl, Cynthia didn't trust him at first, and she was wary of everyone. But he came back, holding the steaming bread, and stupidly said that it was delicious. It was the first time Cynthia met such a simple person. The environment she was in was too complicated, so she chose to trust Carl.

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