God's Palette
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But no matter what, the young man gradually developed an expression.
Maybe—he is a ghost who has the color of God and wanders in Finland for a long time?Xia Xun is looking forward to it.After all, it is actually much easier to make children happy and let them open their hearts completely.
"My little friend, tell my brother." Xia Xun swallowed all the uneasiness in his heart into his stomach, and smiled, "How long has your soul stayed here after you died? What regrets do you have? leave?"
"Brother? Where is my brother? I only see my sister..."
The young man's clean voice sounded in Xia Xun's heart again.But it was completely different from before, the voice was no longer bland boiled cabbage, but someone added a big spoonful of dark soy sauce called "confusion".Add color, add fragrance, and have feelings.
elder sister?Oh... Xia Xun scratched his face, okay.
"Then, let me talk to my sister?" She changed her words and asked again.
"Okay, sister, I don't know how long I've been here, but I can't leave yet because I lost something. Because of this, I also got lost with my companion..."
Is this his regret?Xia Xun was a little relieved.
Looking at it so far, this ghost really looks like an ordinary child, without that kind of creepy feeling.In fact, her guard was indeed superfluous.The boy who died as a ghost still retains the childish innocence of his life, and he doesn't know what malice is.
"What did you lose?"
"biscuit."
"Haha, I thought you were going to say 'sister your life'."
Imitating his tone, Xia Xun joked casually, I really didn't expect it to be such a fairy tale food.Unfortunately, this cold joke failed to amuse the ghost, he just pursed his lips in embarrassment, and after a while, he continued to complain to sister Xia Xun.
"I want to get back that bag of biscuits... I'm a little hungry." The boy's voice sounded in Xia Xun's mind and heart, "It fell into the wishing well, I couldn't pick it up, I could only watch it slowly being swallowed by coins. Drowning in... If you can get it back and feed your stomach, you can play with your friends and catch up with them."
That's why he's here in the world.
He was curious, nervous, and at the same time a little troubled. He looked up at Xia Xun from bottom to top, as if wondering why this sister could see him, and also looking forward to whether she could help.
And Xia Xun was also watching him.
Although ghosts who stay in the world for a long time are quite rare, he does not have the same sense of independence as Mianyu and Wangcai, who are incompatible with the world... Xia Xun is more or less disappointed, he probably does not have the color of a god.
"It's my turn to ask the question, sister!" The boy asked naturally before Xia Xun could speak, "When did you die?"
"Hey, sister, I'm not dead...at least not in this life, but I died a heroic death in my last life."
"Uh, it's not dead? Then how can you see me?" He scratched his chin, his eyes big and small quite puzzled.Because, the thousands of travelers passing by here have never stopped for him...
"Rely on this rather special camera."
Xia Xun shook the thing in his hand that was worth tens of thousands, which was equivalent to half of his life.
In the camera display screen, the young man covered his mouth and smiled, and suddenly felt relieved: "No wonder you kept holding it up, I thought my sister was a ghost who was smashed to death by the camera... It was integrated with the murder weapon in life, and it must be smashed after death." You can rest in peace only after you die 77 people alive."
With a dumb smile, Xia Xun was about to say something——
But suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, mixed voices from outside tourists, and introductions from tour guides, all rang out from the door... Not long after, it was as if a typhoon had passed through. The domestic aunts and dads flocked here.
Xia Xun hurriedly put on the mask and shrank to a corner, pretending that he was just a young Wenqing who traveled freely.
But this can't completely restrain the beauty. Many old men looked at Xia Xun, but without exception, they were all slapped and turned their heads by the accompanying wife. After all, there was no problem.And then, the tour guide who led the group to swindle money pointed to the wishing well, and Balabala told a beautiful love story made up.
It is said that if you drop a coin and make a wish, it will come true. This is Santa Claus's magic or something.
And Finland happens to be the birthplace of Santa Claus, that is, St. Nicholas, so no matter what the problem is, as long as this world-renowned figure is involved, tourists can be entertained like children.
In this way, fifty cents, one yuan, and a small amount of euro coins fell into the shabby pool of the wishing well, accompanied by the wish of "permanent, good health, fermented bean curd in the East China Sea, and blessed children and grandchildren".There are also quite a few old ladies complaining there, "It's just a small broken pond with a history of hundreds of years, what kind of money is cheated."
Xia Xun felt comfortable in his ears.
From the atmosphere of being alone with the ghosts before, to the familiar accent of the old men and women, the last bit of fear disappeared.
But she stared at the screen silently.
Because, the young man left Xia Xun, and with his incorporeal body, walked through the crowds of tourists to the mouth of the wishing well.He lowered his head, looked down, and kept stretching out his hands.
Is he looking for the bag of biscuits that was lost in it, I don't know how long ago?
The footsteps of the tourists were in a hurry, and after a few minutes, all the tourists left.The shy young ghost floated to Xia Xun's side again, and gently touched her with his index finger: "Can my sister throw one too?"
"I have no wishes to fulfill."
"Then make a wish for me?"
She didn't object anymore, and took out a coin from her pocket with sharp fingers: "What kind of wish do you want to make?"
The young man made a sign of the cross on his chest with one hand, and said reverently, "I hope the coins my sister throws in can dig through the mountains of coins and save my lunch... In this way, I can catch up with the friends who left gone."
Chapter 112: Let's Play
Next to the wishing well, Xia Xun and the boy stood together and looked inside. Thick coins were piled up layer after layer. It was a rather thick mountain, suppressing everything.
After all, it is just an ordinary sewer. No matter how many coins are piled up, and how many tourists' intentional or unintentional wishes are carried, there is no real magic that is enough to change reality and make thoughts come true.
"Sorry, failed." Xia Xun said while looking at him on the monitor.
So - even if Xia Xun threw the coin in lightly, the wish he made did not come true.
The boy who is a ghost is of course lost because of this.
Xia Xun tried to speak again, trying to comfort him with more realistic words: "Actually, I'm afraid your lunch is already gone... Think about it, someone will come to clean up the coins here, yes Right? The lunch must have been swept away together."
"Um……"
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