Finally Migula made three garlands. She obviously thought and selected carefully, so the style of each wreath is completely different: the first one is filled with fine, colorful cineraria, which looks colorful and gorgeous; the second one is dotted with several iris-like flowers. White flowers are pure and elegant; the third one uses blue flowers similar to pansy as the main body.
She seemed hesitant about the design of the third wreath. Luo Binhan saw her decorating it with some red flowers or tender grass blades several times, which looked very good, but in the end she pulled them all off, leaving only pure blue.
Then she took Luo Binhan to the farm warehouse. The place had been abandoned for a long time, and when the gate was activated, a puff of musty smoke rose from inside.
Mi Gula lit up a screen installed next to the door, then called up the warehouse item list and started searching.
"The equipment here is a bit old," she explained. "Grandpa Chi Lafan is my grandmother's friend in the past. He is a very old-school person and doesn't like things that are too advanced."
Luo Binhan glanced at this warehouse that looked like a machine factory. Every time Mi Gula selected an item on the screen, the corresponding warehouse would light up.
He cleared his throat—he hadn't known how to continue speaking since Mi Gula said he looked like he was sleepwalking every day—and said, "This farm is now in the hands of his grandson, right?"
"You mean Mr. Akurahama," Migula said. "Grandma said he has a similar temperament to his grandfather, but he is more receptive to new things. And he is also very enthusiastic."
"Where does he live now?" Luo Binhan asked.
As a result, Mi Gula couldn't explain clearly. Akarahama and her corresponded through letters, and the two never even met. She only knew that the man was running a Tianchang business and was running around very busy recently.
The task assigned by Yaleriga seems to have ended here. Luo Binhan once again fell into the dilemma of having nothing to say. But he couldn't run away, nor could he deal with it like he did with Yaleriga. He hesitated, hesitated, and finally asked cautiously: "Does it look like I'm sleepwalking?"
Mi Gula stopped scrolling through the list on the screen and turned to look at him. She said a little confused: "Isn't it?"
Luo Binhan didn't think he was sleepwalking. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that there was something wrong with this world.
Mi Gula took a few steps away. She blew away the dust that had accumulated on the grain bin and sat on tiptoes.
"I saw you in Port Jimo that day," she said. "Everyone was walking on their own way, but you were the only one standing there, as if you didn't know what you were going to do. And yesterday at Lotus Hill, you looked like Like the lamb I raised before, it was born with a lame leg, but it always ran into the dogs on its own initiative. The hunting dogs raised by my grandmother were fierce and big, and could easily tear it to pieces, but it It didn’t seem to be afraid at all, it just stayed in a daze... Grandma said it was a defective sheep. It was born lame, so there was something wrong with its brain and it didn’t know how to avoid danger.”
Luo Binhan felt as if he had been scolded, but there was no malice in Mi Gula's tone. He could only vaguely think that Yaleriga's theory was correct—Migula remembered him because of his pet.
"But I don't think so, Robin." Migula said, "Sometimes I hold it and talk to it. Its eyes seem to understand. I think it is just lame and can't run as well. Other sheep are fast, but how can they not understand the danger? It is certainly not because it does not know, but precisely because it knows. It is so painful to be a lame sheep. Is it because of this that it wants to kill itself? I told my grandmother what I was thinking, and she told me that sheep don't think so much. They just do what sheep do, eat grass, grow wool, reproduce, and then die. No sheep wants to take the initiative. Go to hell. What do you think?"
Luo Binhan didn't dare to look into her eyes.
"The scoring situation," he said vaguely, "I've never seen it, but what if some sheep are particularly troubled? You'd better ask Lao Mo... Romo about this. I guess he knows more about it than I have more.”
Migula thought for a while and then said: "I don't like talking to Romo very much."
Luo Binhan stared at each other in surprise. He and Momolo had known Migula for exactly the same time, and every word Momolo said was polite and without any offense.
"No, this doesn't mean that Romo did anything wrong." Mi Gula said hurriedly, "He is always very calm and polite, and makes people feel very sincere, but it is always a kind of sincere compassion... I don't want to Seeing that look, but that doesn't mean I hate Romo. You are different. He is always confident and knows exactly what he wants to do."
This was the first time Luo Binhan heard such comments about Momolo from an outsider. He was surprised and surprised, and couldn't help but ask: "Is Romo so confident? I think he is quite humble and easy to ask questions? And isn't it bad to be compassionate?"
Migula, who heard his words, pondered, as if weaving a particularly complicated garland. She dangled her dangling feet, and suddenly she reached out and pulled down her collar, revealing the metal ring embedded in her skin.
"Look at this," she said, "I depend on this instrument to live, and if it malfunctions even a little bit I will die, and the world is full of chaos. Maybe one day a magic star will fly near me, or a wizard If you accidentally touch me, this instrument may break. I have to live with this risk every day, and maybe some accident will prevent me from waking up again."
Luo Binhan didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only shrug and said, "It's okay. I'm not sick."
Mi Gula laughed.
"You and Romo don't really look like brothers," she said. "Look, you say that and Romo always apologizes to me, apologizes, like it's all his fault. I don't like that, that Such a compassionate apology made me feel like some kind of fragile little animal that could only be protected. Maybe I was about to be snatched away by a wolf, or turned into a dish. Maybe that was true. , but why do you have to keep reminding me of this? I don’t want to make myself look pitiful at all! If I am going to die soon, what use will his pity and self-blame do to me? I would rather others have been Smiling at me happily and treating me as an ordinary person. I am no different from ordinary people, right? No one knows whether they will die in the next moment."
Luo Binhan forgot his words and could only stare at her blankly. Magula continued: "My illness may get worse, and I may die tomorrow. Then I can take nothing with me, and there will be nothing left in me. Grandma, my lambs, this farm, or those flowers... ...I can't take them away, and they won't remember me forever. What can prove that I have lived? I am so glad that you are here today, so that if I leave tomorrow, you will remember me longer. Just like these garlands - they don’t really last forever and will be thrown away sooner or later, but they can always last longer, right?”
She jumped off the box and ran to the screen to continue searching the list. Soon she found the vacuum machine and the glass sealed jar. They found the corresponding instructions and finally succeeded in sealing the garland into the jar. They seemed to have made several mistakes during the process, and Luo Binhan was not sure whether the flowers would really bloom and not wither.
Finally Migulla began to write his name on the bottom of the sealed jar. She wrote "Yagarai" on the colorful garland and "Ramo" on the white garland. Luo Binhan stopped her when she was about to write the last wreath.
"I'll write it," he said.
He wrote three Chinese characters for "Luo Binhan". Then he asked: "How about you also write down the gift giver?"
Mi Gula took the pen from his hand, and her hand touched Luo Binhan's fingers. The warm and soft touch was no different from that of a human being.
Instead of filling in the pronunciation of her name in lingua franca, she wrote a word in an unfamiliar language. Now Luo Binhan finally really recognized her name.
