LRAB Chapter 613
Chapter 613
Chapter 613: Chapter 25: Zhao Yingjun and the Young Girl (Monthly Ticket Bonus Add-On!)_5 Chapter 613: Chapter 25: Zhao Yingjun and the Young Girl (Monthly Ticket Bonus Add-On!)_5 “The Little Mermaid raised her shining arms towards God’s sun, feeling the urge to cry for the first time.
She lowered her head, smiled at the Prince, then joined the other children in the air, riding a rose-colored cloud into the sky: ‘In this way, after three hundred years, we can ascend to Heaven!'”
...
Finished.
Lin Xian placed the fairy tale book on her lap and looked up at the ceiling.
“Huang Que got it wrong.”
No.
Lin Xian shook her head:
“Maybe she deliberately deceived me.”
“The book doesn’t say that the Little Mermaid immediately obtained an immortal soul...
Doesn’t she still have to toil for another three hundred years, to contribute another three hundred years of goodness to this world before she can obtain an immortal soul and ascend to Heaven?”@@@@
Lin Xian smiled helplessly.
...
Sometimes, it’s really hard to say whether such fairy tales are comedies or tragedies.
The mind’s state differs.
So does the outcome one sees.
“Three hundred years, six hundred years.”
Lin Xian muttered these equally distant figures:
“Hope to see you again.”
Lin Xian stood up and placed “Andersen’s Fairy Tales” in a corner of her desk:
“Even if...
by that time, you might no longer be called Huang Que.”
Thud thud!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.
Was it Brother Wang coming back?
“Come in.”
As Lin Xian spoke, she pressed the door switch, and the office door opened in response.
Tap tap tap.
The first thing to enter the room was a pair of slim legs in high heels.
Familiar.
She looked up.
Zhao Yingjun, wearing an off-white coat and pearl earrings, walked in with a poised and graceful smile:
“Lin Xian, long time no see.”
Lin Xian’s mouth opened and then closed, and she nodded slightly:
“Indeed...
Zhao Yingjun pocketed her hands, walked to Lin Xian’s desk, and looked at the corner of the desk where there was “Andersen’s Fairy Tales”:
“Are you reading fairy tales?”
“Occasionally.”
“I quite like ‘Andersen’s Fairy Tales.'” Zhao Yingjun’s eyes were somewhat nostalgic as she looked at the book’s brand-new cover:
“I still remember, the first gift I ever received in my life...
probably around the age of three or four.
Maybe there were birthday gifts before that, but I was too young to remember, I can’t recall.”
“The first birthday gift I remember having was a bilingual English and Chinese ‘Andersen’s Fairy Tales’.
My parents had too high expectations, giving such a small child a bilingual fairy tale book...
I barely knew a few Chinese characters, how could I understand English?”
“By the time I really started reading Andersen’s fairy tales, I was already in primary school, the stories inside were quite good, although not so whimsically exceptional, but for me in elementary school, it was like opening a new world.”
Having said that,
she raised her head, blinked her eyes, and looked at Lin Xian:
“Speaking of which...
from Andersen’s fairy tales, do you have a favorite story?”
“‘The Little Mermaid'”
Lin Xian blurted out and nodded:
“This piece is quite good.
I think this is what a true fairy tale should be, not too deliberately sensational, it has a beginning, a middle, and an end, and also tells a meaningful and allegorical love story.”
“But how do I put it...
as a fairy tale, this story might not be very good, but if you grow older, after experiencing certain things, and revisit it, it really is deeply moving.”
He didn’t know why.
Just like that...
Almost like a reflex, he repeated the words Huang Que once said, as if they were etched in his mind.
He found them very reasonable.
And very moving.
But what moved him the most wasn’t ‘The Little Mermaid’ story, but Huang Que’s story, her own words.
Zhao Yingjun was stunned.
Her eyes widened.
Incredulously looking at Lin Xian:
“You...
you actually think exactly like me.
You’ve said what I wanted to say...
I don’t even know what to say now.”