"Language is the most powerful thing in the world. More powerful than rules, energy, explosive matter, the juice of a giant snail, the breath of the fire element, the dream of a dragon, the heartfire of a demon, or the last line of an arcane mathematician's essay.
Except when there is a language barrier. "
——"Walking with the Great Willy Shaw"
…
…
…
Willy Shaw himself believed that he knew 560 languages and their nearly 8,000 variations, and knew something about nearly 30,000 languages. This is nothing to be complacent about. It is purely a sense of responsibility that a writer must have to work on the universalization of his works.
In addition to the five-string structure, plush structure, demonic language, elf and ancient elemental vocal rhythms that are often used recently, he feels that the standard level of his standard language is definitely the top level in the world. As for Norole, she spoke a simplified language with a First World Southern flavor, most of its anagrams as simple and understandable to him as a baby's cry.
In short, he heard every word that the Water Fairy said clearly.
At the same time, I felt extremely language-impaired.
"Let's talk some more. I said."
To explain is to explain. Justification means justification. Mainly a matter of attitude. In fact he had been arguing for hours. Still didn't get a chance to stand up. She couldn't even convince the Water Fairy that her daughter who suddenly became the object of her affection was something that a normal person would not be able to accept easily.
He was good at persuading, giving popular examples, talking about logic, sensationalism, swearing, swearing, pretending to be angry, and even came up with a piece of singing and chanting by the three ghost bands that was guaranteed to be able to confuse all minds - this stuff is quite energy-consuming and time-consuming. . He almost convinced himself, but everything was of no use to Norole. What soaked him now was not only the cold lake water, but also the hot sweat all over his body.
I don’t know how long it has been. He felt that he was deeply embedded in the ground. The water alone was enough for him to grow a root system that went straight to the center of the earth, and then the flowers above his head bloomed on the moon behind the end of the road. Although at this time, the great Willy Shaw was still in a very happy mood - just like Keqier had solved it in advance for the shiny super machine, he always maintained a relaxed and happy mood -
It's just that my head is starting to feel a little dizzy.
"My baby. What else do you have to talk about?" the Water Fairy said lightly. The weight on his back didn't leave at all.
She also has attitude.
Her attitude is sweet.
Always sweet. And quite stubborn. He didn't expect her to be so stubborn. More stubborn than him. sweet. Generally speaking, he likes stubborn minds. But if stubbornness happens to such things and such objects...
sweet.
Willy Xiao suddenly felt that the spoon theory really made sense. Because now he could clearly feel the bounce of the spoons in his head, and one of them snapped into two pieces.
"It makes me like it more."
"I like you too. My baby." Norole said.
Willy Xiao laughed loudly. The sound was almost eaten away by the dirt. It doesn't matter. Snap. sweet. If at first he had given some thought to volume, rhetoric, grace and back pain, he had almost forgotten about them now.
helpless. Pitiful. Insanity. And handsome. Maybe because of this, he couldn't understand Noro'er's words. He never believed that the development just now would bring such results. So something must be wrong. It's definitely not his fault. He's always had an attitude. And now I have completely calmed down. He was thinking about the water fairy's language that he could understand every word of, but the combination of it made him confused. She was very persistent. Was he really wrong? Isn't everything sweet? Didn't she express her love for him? I always feel like something is wrong. But it was already difficult for him to argue rationally.
"So it's even more impossible to be your daughter. No, no, no." He muttered, not caring whether the words were spoken or not.
"You already said this. Baby."
Norole's voice was still gentle. sweet. "I won't force you. But if you have nothing new to say, I'm going to take you to our lake."
Willy Shaw chuckled. "Dear madam. Didn't we come from the lake? Why are we going to the lake again?"
"Yeah. We're going to the lake again."
Norole said sweetly. Willy Xiao felt light on his body. The weight on my back disappeared. Suddenly the whole spine felt like a broken amber candy stick, from headache to tail.
He wanted to scream—in fact, he already screamed, but when he opened his mouth, water plants from nowhere appeared and filled his mouth.
He couldn't move at all, but a pair of cold hands reached under his ribs and helped him up. Let him have his feet on the ground.
Willy Shaw's feet couldn't touch the ground. There was no way to move at all. But it doesn't seem to matter. Those hands held him up, making him float. He felt himself starting to move. Because I ran too far, I couldn’t tell the specific direction. But I knew they were going back the way they came.
"Are we going back the way we came, dear lady?" he hummed casually. But it seemed that Norole could hear it. "Yes. This way we can be together forever. My baby."
“What would that life be like?”
"I will educate you personally. Accompany you, and Le Che. I will never leave you again. No one can disturb us anymore. We can go wherever we want. Everyone will like us and admire us, Send us your power and offerings, and be good. You will grow into more powerful fairies than me. No matter what the world becomes—"
"You can go wherever you want...I still have other places I want to go." He muttered. "I want to see Tuankeba. I want to see Yimezi. I want to say goodbye to my friend Amplitude Three Hundred. I want to take a vacation. I want to be absent from work. I want to take my salary and not work. I want many brothers and sisters. Family. I also have to say hello to my friends, Brother Yi Chaint and Brother Keqier. And that guy just now, I haven’t figured out how to write it yet—"
"You can do whatever you want." The water fairy's voice was as soft as the drooping willows by the lake. sweet.
"I still have to write that biography. I have to take it with me—" His hands groped wildly around him.
"Here." Norole said. Water plants grew from his head and handed a book that was not there before into her hand.
Willie Shaw let out a strangled scream. Trembling all over.
after awhile. He calmed down. He chuckled.
"And. I will be your husband. Beautiful lady," he said silently. "That's the same thing. Have you noticed—"
Their movement stopped. Willy Xiao felt his toes dipped in the cold water. It turned out that they had returned to the lake.
"Husband. What is that?" Norole still held him up. The voice was a little dazed.
"A guy who's really going to be with you forever," Willie Shaw said. His mind was completely empty. I just felt like something wasn't right. But the sweet vibe is definitely on point.
Norole chuckled. Suddenly his hand loosened. Willy Shaw fell down into the lake.
A few bubbles appeared on the surface of the water. The water fairy thought for a while. Throw that booklet into the middle of the lake as well.
"It seems—" she said to herself. Not looking at the featherless angel at my feet.
She considered it for a moment.
She thought about it. Walk to the lake and sit on the rocks. Everything is at her disposal. All with just a snap of her fingers. So she just needs to——
The lake suddenly erupted upwards. This is not what she wants to do. Norole was stunned for a moment and raised her arms to stop him.
There was no time. A wave appeared out of nowhere and hit her, sucking her into it.
After a while, the lake surface became calm again.
The shore was empty.
(End of chapter)
