Chapter 23 11

11 Shame, shame, you know your name. Go to Great Falls and see your father. That was his death day.Now the sound is much clearer.No more ambiguity, no more blame.As if Juliet would do it, and she's done.Like the penitent 15-year-old Irish girl, panting, her bare feet numb in the wet grass. Juliet!Po-na-bi!Come, come to us. Now she was at the balustrade of the waterfall, her hands gripping the wet balustrade.Moisture from the wind wet her face.The white water is rushing, like the muscles of a giant beast tearing under the skin.How many times had Juliet looked at the Niagara so close, and yet at dawn it was different, the eastern sky was layered with dirty concrete clouds fringed with faint golden Guang, indeed, is different from Yi, or Juliet, with a light head, but very clear-headed, and she smiles.Some regret not leaving a note to the family, it is too late now.

Once you come to the falls, there is no turning back. It's not even half past six in the morning.It would have been dawn had it not been for the overcast sky.The berm towards Goat Island, which would have been packed with tourists in a few hours, is now deserted.The thick yellow mist was slowly rising. When Juliet was staring at it, she suddenly saw layers of clouds in the east begin to move. They were churning and blown to the west. There was a ray of phosphorescent light in the east. At this moment Juliet's mind was clouded, and she hoped it was a sign; A huge, strangely shaped silhouette appeared above the canyon, and the vague columnar mist rose and spread like a crowd, changing various postures on the canyon.Amid the deafening roar of the waterfall, there is the almost inaudible but unmistakable voice of Juliet!Juliet!Come to me, it's time.

Juliet smiled.it's time! She groped forward, her hands gripping the railing tightly.She instinctively looked for the most practical way out like a trapped animal.As if in myth there was a little door she could open and step through.But the railing was as high as her waist, without a wicket, and she had to lean on it, her youthful, vibrant muscles tensely displaying her skills.Her body shuddered to readiness, took a deep breath and sang, she sang with her heart, and in singing she was redeemed, all shame was obliterated, even the cursed name was forgotten.it's time! Suddenly, someone quickly approached her.So swift, Juliet never saw who he was.He said something she didn't understand.He grabbed her hand and surreptitiously ripped her fingers away from the railing.Surely it was—Royal?Her brother holding her so familiarly, as if he had the right to do so?Juliet was struggling like a trapped cat, and it wasn't Royall, but a huge flat-headed Stonecrop, twice her size, looming over her, as if to mutter, "No, Come on." Within seconds, he had dragged Juliet away from the guardrail.Leaving the embankment, I came to a meadow.Stonecropp pressed hard without hesitation, he was so strong that Juliet felt herself being lifted by a force of nature, wind or earthquake, her consciousness was a little blurred, she was like a frightened sparrow.Juliet was protesting, "Get out! You're not my brother." She was furious. This young man had no right to interfere or touch her like this.He panted like an animal.He hadn't shaved in a long time, his chin was a dirty steel blue, and his expression was embarrassing, dejected, but determined.Although she has been resisting, slapping him, kicking him, and grabbing his joints, he will not let her go. "Let go of me! Get out! You are not qualified! I hate you!"

But it's too early.The landscape park is still pretty empty.No one saw, nor would anyone prevent Stonecropp from picking up Juliet like a defiant child, who kicked and elbowed him, but he held on tight with his thick arms. She walked on.Embarrassed but without hesitation, Stonecropp carried her to the edge of the park, to his Thunderbird, to safety.