Chapter 722: A collection of nursery rhymes, picture books and fairy tales
Lawrence opened his eyes slightly, but then closed them again because of the pain and frown.
"Well......"
pain.
My whole body was in pain, even if I wanted to make a sound, my chest and lungs were in severe pain.
"Sister, are you awake?" A little girl's voice rang in Lawrence's ear.
Lawrence opened his eyes slightly and looked to the side, and could vaguely see a little girl with light pink hair standing next to her and looking at her with a worried look on her face.
"You, are...uh!——"
"Cough-cough-! Poof!"
Lawrence just said a word, but suddenly he felt a burning pain in his chest, and he coughed involuntarily, but spit out a large mouthful of black blood.
"Ha...ha-ah-ah..."
She breathed heavily, her eyes widened, and she resisted the pain to prevent herself from shouting.
The little girl with light pink hair worriedly touched Lawrence's head and trotted outside the house. Soon she came back with some paper and helped Lawrence wipe away the blood from his mouth and nose.
"Thank you... thank you..." Lawrence said politely.
She also almost understood what her current situation was.
"A bottle of potion is tied around my neck..." Lawrence tried his best not to let his words trigger his injury, his voice was very low.
The little pink-haired girl understood what Lawrence meant, took the gem potion from Lawrence's neck, and fed it to Lawrence.
The effect of the gem potion was very powerful. Lawrence's broken bones, broken bones, and displaced internal organs were all restored under the action of the potion, but the pain was still severe.
"Uh-oh..." Lawrence spit out the last bit of blood stuck in his throat, sat up, and his eyes were finally able to see clearly.
"Great, big sister, you finally recovered!" The little girl with pink hair looked very happy.
"Well...thank you, unknown servant." Lawrence forced himself to show an extremely tired smile, trying to maintain his most basic demeanor, "Did you save me?"
"Well! Sister Lawrence, you were just about to die at that time! The nursery rhyme changed into a prince, and the monster fell into a trance, so Sister Lawrence can be saved!" The servant who called himself nursery rhyme held Lawrence's hand.
, showing an innocent and cute smile.
Lawrence looked at this smile and clenched his hands slightly involuntarily.
Simon.......
"Why do you know my name? Um...nursery rhyme? Is this your real name?" Lawrence stroked her forehead. She now felt that it was extremely difficult to think and was extremely groggy.
"Because big sister is the antidote to tragedy, so I know the name of big sister!" Nursery Rhyme jumped up and sat next to Lawrence, reaching out and touching Lawrence's head, "Nursery Rhymes are nursery rhymes, not based on people.
not a servant, but a servant based on stories and fairy tales!”
"Because there are many stories in this place, so many! So nursery rhymes appear here."
"Is that so..." Lawrence couldn't understand why she was the "antidote to tragedy", nor did she understand what a "servant based on stories and fairy tales" was. She now only felt empty in her heart, filled with countless memories.
There was a dead knot with thinking, and Lawrence stood in this dead knot, wanting to escape, but not daring to take a step.
Nursery Rhyme put her finger to the side of her mouth in a strange way: "Sister Lawrence, there is something strange about me."
"Ah?" Lawrence came back to his senses slightly and glanced at the nursery rhymes beside him. He actually didn't hear what the nursery rhymes were saying.
"It stands to reason that when they are close to other people, the nursery rhymes can become their childhood 'good friends', but why can't the nursery rhymes become the childhood friends of Sister Lawrence?"
"...Maybe it's because I didn't have a childhood." Lawrence smiled indifferently, "Why do nursery rhymes want to rescue me?"
"Because big sister, you are the antidote to tragedy." Nursery Rhyme said with a smile.
"Nongrong has had enough of tragic endings. Occasionally, she also wants to witness a happy and happy ending." Tongrong said with sadness on her face, "I have collected all the fairy tales and all the picture books, but none of the stories are true.
Happy and wonderful.”
Lawrence looked at the nursery rhymes silently, his eyes dim.
Tragic... ending...?
Indeed, enough is enough...
Nursery Rhyme raised her head and looked into Lawrence's eyes: "Tongyao can comfort the poor prince. Can eldest sister go and apologize to the prince? If the prince forgives you, maybe you can both be happy!"
"Apologise...?" Lawrence's eyes regained a little brightness.
......No.
I don't have the right to say sorry to that child.
How could the hurt he suffered and the pain he endured be alleviated by just apologizing?
"Sister, you don't have to think so much." Nursery Rhyme took Lawrence's hand and patted it gently, as if comforting a child. There was still a smile on her face, but Lawrence could see a little sadness, "
Because a prince is a prince, even if there are monsters, he is still a prince."
"In that little story, the little prince is extremely kind. Even if he has been sad, if he can apologize properly, he will really accept it!"
"...Ah..." Lawrence lowered his eyes.
If nursery rhymes are really a collection of picture books and fairy tales, then "The Prince and the Monster" should also be one of its components.
...So, she could feel the child's pain, and she could feel the child's despair.
Lawrence knew that the nursery rhyme was true.
Nora Brower is a kind and extremely pure child.
As long as the apology is serious, even if it is a false apology, Arnold No. 1 will happily accept it and let the hatred disappear.
......but.
Can't do it.
The pain, the madness, the despair, just an apology...
Even if Nora accepts it and no longer resents the Zolgen (Matō) family...
"...In other words, do you need me to bear the guilt?" Lawrence gritted his teeth.
This is tantamount to the guilt of deception...
"No, I..."
In the end, Lawrence did not choose to get out of this ideological cage.
"let me think again......"
Her nails dug into her scalp, and her body trembled slightly.
"I, I don't know what to do, I don't know how to..."
Nursery Rhyme looked at Lawrence who looked frightened and was on the verge of collapse, pursed his lips, stood up, and gently wiped away Lawrence's tears.
"Sister Lawrence is not afraid, not afraid..." She patted Lawrence on the back, "I just gave Sister Lawrence a chance. If it is guilt, nursery rhymes can also be tolerated."
"...No, kid." Lawrence looked gloomy, "I know, that's what I...should do."