Si Lei chuckled twice, "Not very good...where did you hear these stories?"
"When I was in college, I took a folk culture course in District 12. Although it was an elective course, I spent a lot of time on this course." Stella replied, "Do you know why?"
"Do you like hearing these fairy tales?"
"I quite like it, but that's not the main reason," Stella looked forward, "'When people believe in their own stories, the order depicted by the stories will continue' - this is my introduction to this course. I heard it in my phone and copied it in my diary. I read it every year.
"If you spend a little time to delve into the metaphors in the myth of District 12, you will find many intriguing details. For example, Dehe's title was not always the 'Earth God'. Three centuries ago, archaeologists changed it from the Sacrificial stone tablets from the pre-Black Iron Age were discovered in the temple ruins in District 2. In most of the inscriptions, people call Dehe the 'Mother Goddess' - she split the mountains and rivers, created all things, and created everything with her own image. The first human being was born... But in the middle of the Black Iron Age, Dehe suddenly downgraded to the 'goddess in charge of the earth'.
"Dehe's image is very fragmented. Most of the time, her image is kind and chaotic. She can't distinguish between good and evil. She is always deceived and used by others, thus bringing disaster to the world. But in some necessary situations, She is also very cunning, full of jealousy and conspiracy;
"Later, in order to satisfy her own vanity, Dehe accidentally triggered a great flood that swept the world. When the disaster passed, she sank into the ground out of guilt for mankind and allowed her twelve daughters to cause chaos in the world. In the end, these daughters They were also expelled and imprisoned... Ebay spent a great price to restore all order.
"Don't you think this is contradictory? The myth also says that the 'punisher' Alecto inherited his keenness and wisdom from his mother - if Dehe was so stupid, how could Erbai go through so much trouble to do it? Alecto was thrown into the river of time?"
Stella suddenly laughed,
"These problems once troubled me very much. I thought hard and still couldn't figure it out. Until one day, I suddenly realized a possibility——"
"These mythical stories have been tampered with." Si Lei said softly.
"Yes!" Stella looked at Si Lei, "For example, do you think Alecto is really a child? Although most myths are made up, don't forget that many wars that happened in myths are in reality There are prototypes there.
"Why do storytellers write Alecto as a child? Can a six or seven-year-old girl really lead a battle and defeat the armies of the gods three times in a row? Wouldn't it make more sense to write her as an adult woman? You just need If we re-understand this story from the perspective of 'tampering', everything will fall into place.
"Alecto - no matter where the story of this mythical character comes from, she has indeed defeated the enemies who came to attack many times. She has won, and her victory is so famous that it cannot be erased, so in the story, She became a child, and she had power, but her power was intuitive, like an untamed beast. It was an irreplaceable divine power that could not be imitated by other women.
"Jin Zhi - I can almost imagine that there must have been a woman or a group of women at that time who really used some ingenious strategies to guard Dehe's temple. Similarly, because their achievements cannot be erased, so in At the end of the story, they were given the virtue of 'chastity' - you see, the smarter and braver a woman is, the more she knows how to keep her chastity.
"But it's not bad, because at least you can still read their stories, unlike Alecto's eleven sisters, whose stories have been erased... You can only read them in Dehe and Ah Lector learned their names and a little bit of insignificant life stories from their background.
"What lands did they fight on? What beliefs did they shed their blood for? What did they feel joyful, sad or remorseful about? We will never know, because by the time we read about them, they were already He became a wandering spirit on the empty sea... taking pleasure in attacking ships all day long.
"Myths are stories, and so are news reports. How you construct your story, the order in the story will extend to reality..." Stella leaned on the passenger seat and looked at the road ahead, "Urby There will no longer be Alecto in District 12 under my rule, but there will be in my writing."
For a moment, Si Lei had mixed feelings. At the next red light intersection, Si Lei suddenly said: "...Does this seriously violate the principles of news writing?"
Stella laughed, "Before questioning whether a certain principle is followed, I think we must at least first look at who formulated this principle, who made the decision, and how it is implemented in actual operation... And didn’t I declare it already?
"Every word I write is pure fiction."
…
At night, Paran visited again.
She brought expensive desserts to Sophie and Ende. After gently wiping away Sophie's tears and patiently comforting her, she wrapped up the remaining piece of cake, "Where's Eureka?"
"On the terrace, right?" Endai replied.
"I'm going to see her," Paran looked at his watch, "I have to leave after that."
"Are you in a hurry? I can help you deliver the cake."
Paran mentioned the cake, "Thank you. I'd better go say hello to her. She's here."
"The terrace is on the second floor. Go straight from the stairs and then turn right——"
"I know, honey," Paran laughed, "I've lived here for several days."
She calmly went upstairs and once again saw Hesta lying flat on the deck chair on the terrace. It was already dark, but Hesta was still wearing an eye mask and had obviously slept since the afternoon.
Paran walked closer and coughed slightly.
Hesta pushed the eye mask up to her forehead sleepily, "...Oh, you're here."
"Come on, eat something." Paran's eyes swept over Hesta's body, "...Are you having a fever?"
"The wound is inflamed." Hesta whispered, "It will be a little worse at night, but it doesn't matter."
"I suggest you consider discontinuing your plans."
Hesta's expression did not change, and she half-opened her eyes, "The reason?"
"Your current state is very unsuitable for high-precision combat," Paran said softly. "Your goal is not only to avoid being caught in action, but if your identity is revealed, there will be serious consequences."
"Um."
"I have to remind you," Paran said warmly, "If you are really exposed, I will take some necessary measures against you - this is also my responsibility."
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