One Piece: The Journey of the Divine Girl

There is an abandoned warehouse on the shore where Saishu and the children are staying, and children enter it from time to time and then come out for a long time.

Out of curiosity, they also went to the warehouse to take a look. It was very different from ordinary empty warehouses, a small table was piled with books half a person high, and the pages were a little yellowed, but there were no corners, and the owner's love could be seen.

There is a large wooden board standing up in the center, and an old man is holding black charcoal, writing something on the wooden board, and Saishu looks at it, it is the beginning of a poem. There were also many children sitting on the ground in front of the plank, dressed in shabby clothes, but with sparkling eyes.

Their arrival clearly disturbed them, but the old man showed no displeasure, and said to the children at the door, "Come in and sit quietly."

Saishu took them and sat down, quietly watching what the old man was doing. I saw that he took out a small book of poems from his bosom with his clean left hand and looked at it, and then copied the second half of the sentence on the wooden board.

"I would like to be a mountain full of rhododendrons, just for a spring without regrets. He read this line of poetry in an old voice, and his eyes looking at the distant mountains outside the window were so gentle, he seemed to be integrated into the poem, telling his prayers.

The children whispered, pondering what it was like.

The old man then circled a few words, "Let's learn these new words today."

Then, he read them one by one, told them what they meant, and then asked the children to write them. They all picked up the small charcoal in front of them and practiced writing on the ground in front of them. Even the children brought by Saishu got a piece of black charcoal broken by the person next to them and wrote it together.

The old man made his rounds, nodding his head in satisfaction from time to time, and correcting the writing from time to time. When he came to Brady, he frowned. His handwriting is so unsightly that one can barely make out the meaning.

He grabbed his hand and pointed out the writing before noticing that something was wrong, "He can't see?"

So, the old man laughed, "You are such a great boy, you write well!", and then wrote in the palm of his hand, telling him to write with his other hand on the ground.

For several days in a row, Saishu brought the children here to study together, and sometimes the old man would call them up to teach them something. She knows a lot of stories, and she always amazes the children and learns something from them. She was very popular with children, and looking at those inquisitive eyes, she felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart.

In the middle of her speech, the door of the warehouse was opened, and a woman in an apron walked in, pulled a boy and walked out, "Sidi, go back, there is still something to do at home." "

Mom, I'm done with my housework. Sidi was reluctant to go.

"Then it's better to do something else than to learn something useless here. For

a while, the atmosphere in the warehouse froze, and today's lesson ended hastily.

In the next few days, there were several fewer children who came, and I heard that the parents felt that it was a waste of time and did not let them come.

Saishu remembered that the children were all passionate about learning and must have been struggling at home, so she decided to visit them and try to convince their parents by the way.

The first one she came to Sidi's house, a hut with a small courtyard. When she came, Sidi was squatting in the yard with a branch and scratching on the ground. His mother heard a knock at the door and came out of the kitchen, and when she saw that it was her, she smiled lightly, "What are you doing here?"

"I think Sidi likes to study.

"That thing is useless, it's a waste of time, who wouldn't talk?"

Sai Shu shook her head, "It's different."

She crouched down and said to Thoughty, "I remember you came to me that day and wrote two lines of poetry yourself, and now you can read them to your mother."

Sidi pursed her lips, met her encouraging gaze, nodded with tears in her eyes, turned to face her mother, and looked up, her eyes full of nervousness and antides.

"Many people go all over the world looking for sincerity, but they don't know that it is in their mothers. No matter how time passed, her heart was always the same, she loved me, and I knew it clearly. In

just two sentences, it seemed very sincere, no one had ever said such things to her, and described her as so wonderful and great. Tears welled up in Sidi's mother's eyes, allowing them to sweep the fine lines under her eyes.

In daily life, no one speaks like this, but these words pierced her heart and moved her.

"Sidi, my Sidi. She held the child in her arms, and shouted her son's name in her mouth, she had a thousand things to say, but she couldn't spit out a word, as if no matter how she said it, her mind could not be fully displayed.

"Reading allows people to express their feelings, and words full of meaning always move people's hearts. Saishu looked at the mother and son hugging each other, her eyes showing satisfaction and touch.

Maybe there is a lot of friction between mother and son, but after showing their hearts, they know that this deep relationship has always existed.

Sidi's mother lifted her apron to wipe her face and patted her son's back, "I know, I'll let him continue to learn."

When Saishu left here, she also heard Sidi's mother and neighbors talking loudly in the back.

"You know what? My son can talk now! He wrote me a poem, Sidi, read it again. "

Mommy!", Sidi cried out in shame.

Saishu smiled, it's good.

The nearest is the Kolais family, which is the carpenter's house on the edge of the village. It is easy to recognize, because there are many wooden tables and chairs in the doorway.

Kelise was helping her father hand over the tools, and Daddy Kleis, who was fiddling with a small wooden part in his hand, tried to put them together, but with a lot of force, he broke a thin stick.

"Hey, why can't this be put together?", he scratched at the back of his head in annoyance, ignoring the sawdust in his hand.

Klais suddenly pointed to one of the small boards and said, "Daddy, this little board can be put together in a different position, and it will be stronger."

He picked up the plank and looked at it, twisted his eyebrows in his head, and grinned, "Hey, it's true! How do you know, Klais?"

and he hugged his daughter hard.

Klais looked away embarrassedly, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled, and she said in a brisk tone, "I saw it in a book by Grandpa Tisiri, which talks about the combination of many parts and structures. However, I didn't know enough words, so I always asked my grandfather to read it to me slowly, so I just learned the fourth chapter.

Klais's father looked at his daughter with a hint of anticipation, where could he continue to disagree with her study. Klais jumped up for joy when she heard her father's consent.

Saishu smiled and left the place, not disturbing the father and daughter. Speaking of which, she also has a lot of inspiration for her wine recipes from books.

Yes, books tell people to know more.