from Xingyuan

Chapter 661
The blacksmith looked up and gave her a grateful look.

"You told me the beautiful legend of the moon, then in return - I have heard an anecdote in the long years."

Baba Yaga said patiently:
"It is said that there are countless gods in the starry sky, and they fight against the monsters that devour the stars all day long."

"These warriors will be knocked down countless times, and sometimes they will even be reduced to mortal things, such as humans, mice, trees or cars, the most mediocre things."

"But no matter how many times they are knocked down, they will find a new path, recast their god bodies, and climb the stairs of the starry sky, so their mythical stories will continue to be sung on the earth."

"No matter how many times the gods fall into the lower world, my child, it doesn't matter. What matters is whether your myth can continue to be narrated."

Baba Yaga's words startled the blacksmith slightly.

The evening wind brought cold air, and the chilling cold swept across the entire village and town in an instant, blood coagulating through the body.

when--

The watchman walked across the street, swayed, and yelled:

"It's seven o'clock, it's seven o'clock, every household has closed the curtains, and they are not allowed to take out the garbage..."

The blacksmith turned his head and looked into the house.

The box of iron nails was still in place.

【………"Master blacksmith, I will definitely be back before seven o'clock, and I will trouble you then!"………]

It's seven o'clock.

The blacksmith got up slowly, took off his apron, and walked into the room. After a while, the well-dressed fat man came out with the box of nails.

He put on the twilight, passed by his mother-in-law without saying a word, and walked towards the forest alone.

"Wait, lad!"

Baba Yaga yelled, the blacksmith turned his head, and the old woman immediately walked up to him with a walking stick, but her legs and feet were nimble. She took out a piece of white bread from the basket she carried with her, and handed it to the blacksmith, with a sly smile on her eyes. smiled:

"Young man, look, does this pie look like the moon you mentioned?"

The blacksmith took the cake. This thin piece of cake was white and fresh. He held it up above his head, and the cake diffusely reflected the faint radiance of the sky.

It's as if it's really glowing.

"...Exactly the same."

As the blacksmith said, he put the big cake in his arms and stepped into the forest. After a few strides, the figure disappeared immediately.

"Yes."

Baba Yaga picked up the empty basket and smiled slightly:
"The moon and the pancake, the dream and the reality—haha, it's the same."

Dang!

The watchman just walked up to her, glanced at her, and said:
"Grandma, were you talking to the blacksmith just now?"

"Yeah, that kid is not bad. I haven't met this kind of kid for a long time."

Grandma Baba Yaga nodded and said with relief:

"Obviously I am strong, but kind and gentle—unlike the kid I met before, who was born with a good skin, wasted all on meaningless competition, and didn't know how to love life at all."

"Hey -- it's really rare!" The watchman curled his lips: "Look at what you said, you are not a fucking mother, you actually give such high praise to blacksmith Leoz."

"Yeah, because he's really good."

Grandma Baba Yaga nodded, then fell silent.

The two were silent for a moment, and then the mother-in-law said:

"……What did you say?"

"I said you're not fucking..."

"No, not this one."

Grandma Baba Yaga asked suspiciously:
"Who is Leoz?"

"It's the blacksmith."

"Him? Is his name Leoz?"

"Yeah, don't you know—oh, it seems to be true."

The watchman scratched his head and said:

"After all, this name is as common as the cheap shirts in the wholesale market. In other respects-well, this ugly ghost-ugly, stupid, socially unsocial, poor, blacksmithing is average, can't speak , and don’t know how to take jobs, are neither diligent, nor know how to play, and can’t play with anyone.”

"If it wasn't for the lady named Ensi who had to leave for something and had to leave him in our village, no one would want to have such an ugly monster living with everyone under the same sky."

Grandma Baba Yaga's eyes flickered, thoughtful:
"Really, that's the way it is, Lioz, hehe..."

She paused and asked again:

"Hasn't this Lioz done anything good?"

"Well... that's not true. This person stands out and doesn't care about efficiency. Halfway through the work at hand, because the doll next to him fell into the water, he would immediately go into the water to save people, and the result was that the house almost caught fire. When he couldn't afford to eat He also repaired the railings for the church in the village free of charge. When Aunt Agatha was buried in the next village, he just went about his business and helped people straighten the tombstone, shovel the soil, and send his crying and fainting son home.”

The caller thought about it, and said awkwardly:

"It's really... so ugly. Although he has done a lot of good things, no one will like him."

"It's so ugly——haha." Baba Yaga's mother-in-law smiled and narrowed her eyes: "I'll ask you, what do you think——if he's handsome, powerful, wealthy, and a politician? Do people still see him that way?"

"Hey, that's terrible, such a kind and stupid big man, if there is one thing, everyone will get along with him well." Da Geng joked: "But there is no such perfect person in this world."

"Indeed, how can there be such a person..." Baba Yaga nodded in agreement.

"However, no matter how you say it, he can't do it anymore."

Play more said:

"I heard that a few boys knew that he had a few words with Polina, and he was about to be bullied by those gangsters—one of them, his brother was close to the village chief's daughter—probably It won't be long before Leozi will be kicked out of the village."

"Oh, oops, Leoz."

The old woman smiled and said intriguingly:
"Who knows where the child's path may lead?"

"However, I didn't expect such a result—what is this? Maybe it's fate."

The old woman shook her head, and sighed in the direction where Lioz left:
"Forget it, what will happen is none of my business."

She turned around, as if agreeing with the words of the watchman:
"The feeling of being abandoned by the world is definitely not good. But when no one loves you, you need to be strong yourself."

"Don't blame me for never saying anything."

"After all, I'm not your mother."

Boom...

Thunder echoed among the mountains.

The watchman raised his head and took out a pocket watch from his pocket: three strange little snakes that were slender and curved like gears were constantly stretching their bodies, like steel needles.

"Hey, it's all right now."

The watchman closed his watch, turned around and beat the gong to cross the street, shouting at the top of his voice:
"When the rain comes, put away the doors and windows. When the rain comes, fill up the beams."

(End of this chapter)