He wiped himself clean with his left hand, put on his shirt and shorts, and walked out of the bathroom while moving his right hand.
"How is it? Does it still hurt?" Beth came over and asked.
Karl smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll be fine after a good sleep. But you, do you think you'll feel a little bored?"
"No, it's quite fulfilling. A lot of vegetables need to be picked these days." Beth helped Carl sit down on the bed.
"You don't have to do these things. Someone will do them."
"Everyone is working and doing their own job. I can't get any special treatment." Beth smiled indifferently.
"Maybe I can find something for you to do so it won't be so special."
"What's up?"
"Take care of me. Well, this is a very important matter."
"That's a nice thought. Do you want to have dinner now or wait a while?"
"Have you eaten yet?"
"have eaten."
"Well, let's eat now."
"Well, my little master, let me serve you dinner."
"I've been bothering you lately."
Because Carl's arms have been in a state of muscle soreness recently, it is difficult for him to hold the knife and fork steadily. Even when he uses the fork to pick up a piece of bread, his hands will shake violently.
So these days it's always Beth who feeds Carl.
However, Carl's fork would shake more violently when he held a piece of bread than when he held a knife. Only Carl himself knew whether there was any trick involved.
After enjoying Beth's feeding service, Carl even had Beth help him wipe his mouth, and finally he smiled.
"Sorry for the trouble. By the way, did I say I love you today?"
"You say it every morning, and you didn't forget it this morning, but you can say it whenever you want." Beth was clearing the plates and the table.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"I'm going to the study first."
"Go ahead, I'll be right back when I'm done packing."
"Yeah." Carl stood up and walked to the study, sat down in that familiar position, and took the heavy book next to the desk with his left hand. It was pinned with a bookmark, so it was easy to turn the page with one hand.
After practicing slashing this afternoon, Carl's left hand actually began to ache a little, but it was still much better than his right hand.
At least it can be used in daily life.
Not long after, Beth came, and Carl put the bookmark back in place, stood up and gave his seat to Beth.
"Okay, Carl, what do you want to write today?" Beth sat there and opened her diary.
Apart from eating, Beth has also been taking care of the diary during this period. Carl said that Beth writes it.
This was actually not Carl's original intention. At a certain time, during this period of time, Carl's handwriting did become difficult. In addition, Carl felt that the diary was not important anymore, and Carl originally wanted to give up the diary.
But Beth felt that the diary, which had been going on for so long, should not be interrupted like this, so Beth decided to do it for her.
Beth wrote down today's date first.
October 3
Then he looked up at Karl, "Karl, tell me, what to write today."
Carl thought for a moment and said, "I like autumn. The sky in autumn seems to be wider and higher than in other seasons, and the clouds seem to be more relaxed."
Beth picked up the pen helplessly, and tried to write down everything completely without missing anything. While writing, Beth said helplessly;
"In the past month, you always try to express your feelings at the beginning of each diary. Are you writing a diary or some poetry? Especially, what do you like about autumn more than usual? How much do you like autumn?"
"I like it very much." Carl looked at Beth and said softly, "Because we met in autumn, it is my lucky season."
Beth was amused. "Haha... I know about lucky numbers and lucky days, but is there such a thing as a lucky season?"
"Because I met you, I have it. Oh, by the way, remember to add that sentence just now. When we are old, we can snuggle up and look through this diary together. It must be very interesting."
"Damn it, I'm not adding it."
"It's up to you." Carl smiled indifferently.
Beth picked up the pen and wrote something quickly, then looked at Carl again, "Is there anything more serious? Shouldn't a diary record what happened today?"
"Okay." Carl thought about it carefully and said hesitantly, "Have you discovered something?"
"What's up?"
"About my father."
"Your father? Rick? What's wrong?" Beth asked confusedly.
"Well, he seems to be with Michonne." Carl said hesitantly.
"What about your mother Lori? And Sean, by the way, how did you know?" Beth looked at Carl curiously.
"I can see that." Carl sighed helplessly, "But this seems to be a good thing. My mom is with Sean, and my father is with Michonne. At least no one is sorry for anyone, and there is no need to worry about anything."
"Then you have gained an aunt and uncle for no reason, which is not bad. Besides, they both have new partners, which is good too."
Beth nodded, thought about it, turned her eyes, and wrote it down.
"Well, a few days ago I saw my father Rick and my mother Lori talking alone. Now it seems that although there is still some awkwardness between them, they can say hello to each other when they meet."
"How long have you known this? Why are you telling me now?" Beth pouted in dissatisfaction.
"I don't know how to put it. I saw something when Michonne and my father just came back. They may have been together for a long time.
But I can understand that it is normal for a man and a woman alone to survive in the wild to create some sparks. However, my father must still have my mother in his heart.
So after he came back, he started to distance himself from Michonne. Fortunately, maybe he felt that there was no chance between him and my mother anymore, so he accepted Michonne again.
That's a really good thing."
Things are actually not as simple as Carl said. When Carl saw some signs, he was actually intentionally guiding Rick to be with Michonne.
This is indeed the best solution. Even if Rick still has feelings for Lori, Lori and Sean's child is already a few months old.
Beth looked at Carl and said, "You are quite open-minded. When I was your age, I took it very seriously and resisted it. You don't seem to rely on your parents at all."
"Not relying on your parents is proof of growing up. I only need to rely on you." Carl's left hand gently stroked Beth's hair.
"Sweet talk." Beth stood up, glared at Carl unhappily, and then kissed Carl on the forehead, "I'm going to do the laundry."
"Thanks a lot."
"Hmph, I'm glad to know."
After Beth left, Carl smiled and shook his head, then walked to the cabinet against the wall in the study.
When I opened the cabinet, I found a rifle, a shotgun, a lot of pistols and quite a few bullets.
Carl took out two of the pistols and placed them on the cabinet. Together with the one that was already in the holster on the cabinet, there were three pistols in total.
From left to right are the Eagle, Glock, and Colt Python.
Representing myself, Sean, and Rick respectively.
He stared blankly at the three pistols for a long time, then put the eagle and the python back.
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