A group of children stood noisily in front of the gate of a luxurious mansion, discussing the difficult problem of how to enter...
If I had just slipped in through the cat hole under the wall when I was stealing bread, everyone who had been there would be familiar with it. But today I am visiting the owner of this home, so it is impossible to drill a small hole. Even if these children are young and don't understand the ways of the world, they still know that this is not right.
It's just that the door is locked and there's no gatekeeper nearby, so how do you get in?
"Look, what seems to be written here?" One of the children pointed to a red protrusion on the doorpost next to the iron gate, with a sign hanging underneath.
"Well, who can read?" Rowan asked a question that no one answered. The children all looked at each other. Ever since I can remember, how to eat every day has been a problem. Who can find a teacher to teach them how to read?
But even if they are illiterate, children still have their own unique skill, that is, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Several hands and feet quickly jumped up and slapped the red button that was protruding and obviously pressable.
As Ezio expected, he heard a sound like a murderous cat. Instead, the gargoyle standing on the doorpost suddenly had its eyes glowing red and said in a low male voice with a standard pronunciation: "Who is coming?"
Gargoyles can talk, and they can't scare a bunch of little guys in this magical world. Everyone turned to look at the little fat man who originally lived in this home. No matter how reluctant he was, he could only bite the bullet and said: "I am Ezio, and I am leading someone to find the magician."
The gargoyle didn't reply, but the latch of the iron gate opened automatically and opened backwards. The iron gate opens slowly and makes a harsh friction sound like the loose leaves have not been oiled for a long time.
In fact, with regular maintenance, it can be done silently and quickly. Anyway, there are so many people working on their own, so it’s not a big problem for one or two people to take turns doing regular maintenance. But in doing so, there is no sense of excitement. This is someone's inexplicable persistence. No matter who makes the correction on his own initiative, he will fall out.
The door opened by itself, of course, welcoming the group in. But maybe it was because the creaking sound of the door opening was too shabby, so every child felt uncomfortable. The timid one even squeezed his companion next to him.
On the contrary, Ezio seemed to have put aside his psychological burden, waved his hand back and said, "Let's go and see what that annoying guy is thinking."
There was a lot of noise on the way here. After entering the territory of a real magician, these children still showed a look of fear. After all, the Masters are the real masters of the city, and compared with the residents living in Xiajie, the lives of the latter have never been within the scope of the "just" judgment of the Masters.
With a feeling of uneasiness, a large group of children came to the general meeting room of the mansion under the guidance of a magic apprentice. While most of the people didn't even dare to breathe loudly, Ezio was the only one who acted like a normal person, pulling the girl with the two silver strings around her to chat about everyday things.
The conference room is more like a one-to-many teaching classroom. The difference is that there is no small desk for writing in front of each seat, but the number of chairs is definitely enough. It's just that most of the children have never seen such a clean place, so they are either still standing, or they only have a little bit of the chair on their buttocks and dare not sit for too long.
Lin didn't keep the kids waiting for too long, and he didn't even use Flash to appear. He knew very well that just the golden thread on the Xuanwu robe was enough to deter a group of children living at the bottom. If you have to express too much, then it will be over.
As soon as he sat down at the front, he said to the little fat man who had been away from home for several days: "Oh, I know I'm back. What do you want to do by bringing so many people here?"
Ezio turned his head away as if out of anger, not wanting to talk to someone. Lin could only smile at the kid's temper. This level of attitude is not up to the standard for him to take action.
Rowan, who proposed to meet the magician, felt duty-bound and stood up to talk to the magician. He first gave a nondescript and awkward salute, and then said: "Sir, thank you for taking care of us the past few days."
Lin smiled meaningfully: "Care? If you think it's care, then so be it. Now that you've thanked me, what are you going to do next?"
A rhetorical question immediately turned off the children. They only wanted to find out the thoughts of a certain magician, but they never thought about what they would do next after someone agreed to what they said. The children all looked at each other.
"Well, sir, we just want to know why you are willing to help us?" Rowan gritted his teeth and asked.
"Didn't you just say that I was taking care of you?"
"Yeah." Rowan was speechless, not knowing how to answer.
Lin smiled and said, "If you don't know what to say, then listen to me tell a story."
Perhaps stories are quite attractive to children no matter in ancient or modern times, both at home and abroad. So when Lin Yi said he wanted to tell a story, everyone looked interested and calmed down to wait. Lin opened his mouth and said:
"Once upon a time, there was a kind-hearted rich man and a beggar. The rich man would give alms to the beggar ten Danba (10 coppers) every day, regardless of wind or rain.──"
Just the beginning alone caused a burst of exclamation from the children. If ten coppers are just eating and drinking alone in the lost land, they can already live a very nourishing life.
"──After giving out ten danba every day for several years, one day after several years, the rich man only gave away five danba and said to the beggar: 'I'm sorry, because my child was born. In order to raise him, give him The best life, I can only give you half of the Danba in the past. The rest, I want to use it on my children.'──"
Another exclamation. Perhaps such a father is an elusive and elusive existence for a group of fatherless and motherless orphans.
"──However, when the beggar heard the rich man's reason, he said angrily: 'You actually used my money to raise your children, is that right?'"
The sudden turn of the story made the children angrily curse the beggar for his ingratitude. Lin smiled and said nothing, quietly watching the children's expressions of emotion. But among all the people, there are still some whose expressions are different.
Rowan did not follow the crowd and curse the beggar in the story. Instead, he thought of the situation of his group of people, and couldn't help but consider whether this magician was hinting at something. But a group of people just came to ask questions without any intention of blaming. This should not be regarded as a sign of ungratefulness.
After the children's emotions were almost vented, Lin said: "You are right. The money belongs to the rich man himself. No matter he is willing to give ten Danba, five Danba, or even doesn't give it, he is still a rich man." His own decision has nothing to do with the beggar. As a person who has been given alms, how can he claim that the money that has not been given to him is his. But is the only person who is at fault is the beggar? "
Another question that made everyone stand in silence. Rowan asked timidly: "Sir, did the rich man in the story also make a mistake?"
