The river crab was picked up by a slender piece of dancing grass. It turned its eyes and turned its head to see why this guy suddenly came to provoke it. Could it be that this kind of thing that can only twist itself into a twist actually dared to ride on its shell?
Did you dance?!
The two big eyeballs cast a vicious gaze, but the gaze turned in a circle and suddenly died down. It obediently retracted its long legs with claws and teeth, and zipped up its mouth.
Ye Zhaoling found that the hard and heavy feeling in her legs disappeared.
Strange.
"Why do you think they let you go?" Chu Si raised his chin and asked curiously.
Oh, it turns out that the priest is sitting down. No wonder He Xrab suddenly changed from a bully to a good boy.
As for the priest...
Release water?
Compared with the villagers asking other people - or "interrogation", this word is more appropriate. Compared with the other people being interrogated, the questions the villagers asked her were really too kind, and they were not even considered a formal meal, just like
Desserts are just as heartwarming.
He was indeed irritated by her, and she thought so too.
"Are you specifically asking me a question?" Ye Zhaoling asked back, "If you really want to know the answer to this question, you should ask Carpenter Zhen Di Zhen and Tailor Jin Dafu Jin, who asked me
Two questions; I am the one being asked, and I don’t know why they ask me these strange questions.”
Even if she knew it, she would not really say it openly, unless Father Chus used the power of the nobles to force her to say it.
But he didn't do that.
Because they all knew the answer, it was far from being valued by the nobles.
Chu Si was silent for a while, shook his head and chuckled, "Just like you here, there are special chains of interests among the nobles, so how can the villagers who are born in bondage benefit from their own chains of interests?
How can I take care of myself alone?"
Father Zuse, who advocates truth, can see the essence of things at a glance.
"You're right." Ye Zhaoling said flatteringly.
Chu Si asked another question.
"So, do you know how to be alone?"
"..." Ye Zhaoling immediately had an answer in his mind, but he couldn't understand the priest's intention in asking this question.
"The look on your face tells me that you already have the answer, don't you?"
"Yes." Ye Zhaoling nodded solemnly, "Abandoning all interests, you can also be alone."
"When do you think they will throw away all their interests?"
Ye Zhaoling shook his head honestly: "I don't know."
"Well, my child," Chu Si picked up the handbell on the table and shook it a few times, "when the cost of persisting is far greater than the cost of giving up, giving up is also an option."
Even though Ye Zhaoling didn't know why Father Chus said these things to her, she was keenly aware that these words were more like an exhortation than some official words -
Advise her to give up.
Give up some obsession.
After Father Zuse rang the bell, the church became completely silent.
They all knew that the priest had something to say.
"In the first two days of the seven-day talk, the children have answered the questions raised by the villagers. You have done a good job. Now I want to prepare a gift for you."
"This gift is a wish." Father Chus raised his hand, and an emerald green avocado floated in the air——
Well, actually it is half an avocado. It is split in two, revealing the bright yellow flesh and the round, bare groove in the middle, where there should be a brown avocado core.
Ye Zhaoling was surprised to find that she actually "saw" an avocado the size of half a head!
In the dark world, she clearly discovered that there was a group of green fluorescence floating in the air!
I have to say, this thing is really amazing!
"Children who are successfully recognized can get this avocado from me, so don't underestimate it..." Father Chus flicked the chubby avocado, and the latter opened his small black eyes in the astonishment of everyone.
, it ejected with a "pop" sound, and finally hit the knife butcher's shoulder in the thick fat.
"It's a little guy who can fulfill wishes for humans and bring good luck."
Knife Butcher tried hard to add some smile to his fierce face, but he was really not as good as Jin Dafu in this aspect. He bared his teeth and laughed for a long time, and his face froze in laughter. He could not get rid of the shriveled expression, but instead looked funny.
As for the avocado, it obviously felt very comfortable there, so it found a comfortable position and lay there motionless.
After a while, the veins on Butcher Knife's forehead twitched because he heard the snoring of avocado.
This guy!
The Knife Butcher gritted his teeth and covered it with a napkin with a smile on his face.
If you sleep, just sleep. If you snore, just snore. Just don’t catch a cold!
Lin Yikai looked eagerly at the raised hill under the napkin. This is a good thing in the hands of the nobles! A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! He was thinking that he must win, and couldn't help but ask aloud: "How can we get recognized?"
Father Chus smiled, and the bright yellow light of the candle cast an afterglow on that holy face: "Everyone tells a story, and the six villagers vote one by one to choose the story they like. The one with the most votes is the winner.
Winner."
"If someone's votes are unanimous and she is tied for first place, I will choose the story I like and award her with the crown of victory."
Ye Zhaoling silently made a six in her heart.
The rules seem simple, right?
But is it really that simple? It seems that the people who tell the story have more initiative, but the final probability of winning is not something that people themselves can decide.
The quality of the story has yet to be determined, and Ye Zhaoling cannot foresee further developments, but she understands that the choice is not in the hands of the eleven candidates who tell the story.
Each of the six villagers has their own interests. Whoever can accurately grasp their appetites will have a better chance of winning than anyone else.
On the contrary, some people are favored, while others are not.
"Okay, everyone, get ready. If someone is ready to tell their story, you can ring the bell in your hand to indicate that you are ready and can start telling the story." Father Chus looked around,
Take in the look on people's faces, "I'm looking forward to your stories."
If possible, Ye Zhaoling would rather be a fly that accidentally flew into the church, or a little mouse that got into the church by mistake, so that she wouldn't have to sit here and rack her brains to make up stories!
She is not this material at all!
What kind of story should we make up? A horror story? A love story? A fairy tale? Does she have difficulty choosing?!
