Chapter 8 Reasonable Correction

"I don't understand the joke." Tuankeba said. The surface of the street was not one that would allow him to move away quickly—which might be detrimental to any actions he might take later. But now he is in a good mood and can tolerate the noise around him.

"Then what's the flavor of the ice cream I gave you?" The source of the noise came over to take a look and asked.

"I don't know." Tuankeba threw the half-eaten ice cream on the ground, squirmed over it, and secretly ate the rest with his butt. Of course the ice cream tastes like snow. Cold and bitter. But he didn't bother to say it. "You might as well buy one yourself."

"I'm not interested in ice cream." The source of the noise seemed determined not to leave. He looked up twice. He brought his face closer again. "A lot of good things are happening here, right?"

"Otherwise? Today is the harvest day of 'Festival'. All good things will happen today." Tuankeba said in a tone that discriminated against the other party's IQ. Asking knowingly. he thinks. The questions are all boring. he thinks. Reminds him of some guy he used to know. Noisier, more boring. The characteristic is that he likes to make a fuss about things that everyone knows.

As for who this guy was, he couldn't think of it yet. As long as he thinks carefully and seriously. That guy's appearance will disappear in the depths of memory like disturbed dust. He calls this feeling a "sense correction." After all, from a rational point of view, all the guys he is familiar with should be here. He shouldn't be able to think of any of them.

The guy in that memory was not any of them. He must know him. But they shouldn’t know each other.

What a philosophical question.

Philosophical issues obviously have nothing to do with him. He has a stable job. A family that needs a stable job to support. and many industrious hands. Today is a precious day off and precious alone time. and the most important holiday of the year. He wouldn't undermine it with any philosophical questions.

He would not fiddle with the mote of dust now.

The source of the noise made a mocking noise. He straightened the mask on his face. "Do you want to know who I am?"

"You talked to me on the Flame Flower Bridge and followed me all the way until now. So of course not." Tuankeba said, without even looking at him. He planned to ignore him.

They walked past stalls blowing whales and catapulting waterfowl eggs. The two bosses saw him at the same time. At the same time, greet him warmly.

"If you have any pipeline problems, leave it to me. I guarantee your satisfaction." Tuankeba said to them.

"Of course. Of course. You got everything right last time. Thank you very much," the bosses said. "Do you want to come and play? Master Tuankeba. You are finally here with us."

Honestly, it’s okay not to play. But he enjoyed the feeling that the bosses would throw other customers in front of him directly into the mud ditch in the middle of the street for him. The flattered expressions on their faces also comforted him.

He played the game for a while at both stalls. The source of the noise was still following him. Keep saying those useless words.

"Don't you care about me at all?" said the source of the noise. Tuankeba's heart was calm and he steadily ejected the water bird egg into the middle one of the toy crocodile's three nostrils. The crocodile suddenly swelled. It exploded into five pieces with a "pop" and shot into the hole at the edge of the pentagonal field. It makes a "clunking" sound that overlaps together. When other customers saw such precise skills, they immediately forgot about their companions who had been thrown into the mud ditch, and clapped violently.

"As expected of Master Tuankeba! That's amazing!" they said. Even the guys in the mud ditch didn't even have time to wipe the mud off their faces and applauded.

"You are still as accurate as before! Master Tuankeba!" the owner of the ejection waterfowl egg stall praised. "You will come to my place to play next year! The year after that! The year after that! Ten years! One hundred years!"

"We all have to rely on you! Master Tuankeba! One hundred years! One thousand years!" The boss who blew the whale said intoxicatedly while holding the whale.

"Yeah." Tuankeba said. Throwing down the straw used to blow the whale - it was immediately caught by an adoring child, who held it high to the ground to look around - and when other children saw it, it immediately caused a rush. Tuankeba distributed all the straws he had used to the group of children.

"Am I the only one who doesn't have one? Besides, why do you want to grab that?" said the noisy guy. No one paid any attention to him.

The bells from the bell tower not far away rang. Heralding the start of the band's performance. This band is called "Dou". It is only performed once a year. During each performance, three hundred couples will get married and have children, and feed the entire "festival" residents. This is the beginning of the most important ceremony of the year.

The whole "Festival" street suddenly boiled. The children grabbed their straws and screamed, running impatiently towards the other end of the street.

"Oh! Let's go there quickly! Don't miss it!" the owner of the pop-up waterfowl egg stall said happily.

"There's nothing to rush!" The boss of Blowing the Whale laughed, "The ceremony will not start until Master Tuankeba arrives! After all, he is the most respected craftsman here! Nothing can happen without him!"

"Yes!" The owner of the ejection waterfowl egg stall agreed. "Without Master Tuankeba, nothing can go on here!"

"I feel like I can't go on any longer." The noisy guy rubbed his feet on the ground. Tuankeba nodded and smiled. Everything satisfied him. Along the way, he also paid close attention to the large projects and small tools that were made by him. Everything was running smoothly. This year's "festival" is still perfect and still made by him. He'll be a little late - after all, he has such a burden around him. But it was nothing compared to the grand performance in front of me.

"Let's go." He waved to the two bosses. Let them keep up. They walked down the street. It's a bit empty here. Most of the residents had already rushed to the ceremony.

"There will be a jet show starting soon, right?" The owner of the catapult waterfowl egg stall slapped the floor with his feet, looking forward to it.

"I replaced the pump with a new one. It should be twice as high as in previous years. I hope Dou likes those new gadgets." Tuankeba said.

"They will definitely like it. You are really the king of practicality! You know so much!" said the boss who blew the whale. "I hope my child will grow up to be like you! Instead of just dreaming about things all day long like now..." He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. "Haha. I shouldn't say this..."

"He can be my apprentice. I will teach him how to do it." Tuankeba said. Immediately, I gained gratitude from the boss who blew the whale, and looked envious from the owner of the waterfowl egg stall.

"I'll ask him to come after the ceremony!" said the boss of Blowing Whale.

They turned a corner. The stalls on this section of the street are all empty. The jet show hasn't started yet. Tuankeba glanced at the sky above the empty performance venue and thought.

"I've already said it. The activities will only start after the tour bus master." The owner of the whale blower said proudly.

"Yeah." Tuankeba said. He didn't know why, but he felt something was wrong. The mote of dust stirred in his heart.

"That's not right," said the noisy guy. "There's a problem."

"No problem." Tuankeba said. He kind of forgot that he shouldn't talk to this guy.

The children who had just left ran towards them. Come. There was a panicked look on his face.

"Master Tuankeba!" they shouted.

He heard the sound of water.

(End of chapter)