Mercury Dream

Chapter 56: The flashing light... (2)

Yayi's comment: Saya, what kind of existence is the so-called possibility? If 99%, it is guaranteed to succeed? Then if only 1%, it will definitely fail? Today, I saw such words in the book, and suddenly I couldn't help thinking about it. I always felt that the so-called possibility should be a more abstract, more beautiful, and more inspiring word, right? But if you bring numbers, you always feel like this... it's a bit lonely... ． com

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What is the so-called fake?

That means fakes, imitations, and imitations that lose their creativity.

Even though it is almost done to make the real thing happen, people can tell which one is true and which one is false, but often when the truth is finally revealed, people will not exceptionally put aside the fake thing that was held in the palm of their hands the moment before, and then use admiring eyes or words to put dazzling apertures on the real thing.

And this is also a matter of course, and it is not worth making a fuss.

I believe anyone knows this truth, and as a great nouveau riche, Saya M. Medici is even more unlikely to be unclear about such rules of the game.

Similarly, how could the bald uncle who lives in this special planet, this special city, not know the meaning of this statement?

Because it was not the first time that the bald uncle heard it.

Therefore, it is not the first time that the bald uncle quarreled.

However, every time it was the last time, the bald uncle, who was over 50 years old, could not help but sigh in his heart because of what he said... and sighed heavily and constantly.

However, this time it was a little different from usual.

Because, at this time, this room full of exhibition goods was not only the bald uncle, but another small audience.

But she, this little girl... at this time, did nothing or said nothing. She just silently put the ice cream in the crystal bowl one by one and bite it gently.

Large exhibition room.

A small hospitality room.

Suddenly, I fell into a strange noisy.

No one came to make a big fuss. All the whole living room was the sound of clocks hanging by the wall, the bald uncle's slightly breathing or sighing, and the crisp sound of the silver spoon of Saya and the small crystal bowl gently colliding.

These were obviously not particularly eye-catching sounds, but for some reason, they kept surrounding the room and never retreated for a long time, as if they were maintaining some indescribable balance.

However, such a delicate balance did not last long. When Sayya put the last bite of ice cream into his mouth, the silver spoon collided with the crystal bowl again, and this brought about changes like a signal sound.

Of course, it is still a bit exaggerated to say that it is a change. After all, it was just a bald uncle who was silent or sighing slightly, with a little curious voice.

You're weird, little girl.

I know, and this is not the first time I have heard such a review.

Generally speaking, when I hear what I just said and know that I have had a dispute with my disciples for a while, usually, little girls of your age will not be most panicked or uneasy, and then hurry to comfort me with few words, which looks lonely.

Do you want me to do this? Sayya responded without raising her head at the glass decoration beside her.

How is it possible! It seems that I heard an answer that suits my wishes. The corner of my bald uncle's mouth, which was originally slightly drooping, also raised it up without a trace. Then he casually opened one of the cabinets and opened the countless small drawers inside. However, you really don't look like a little girl at all, at least completely different from my granddaughter.

Looking at the messy cabinets and drawers in front of him, the bald uncle didn't care at all. He just searched inside and opened one isolation bag after another.

Could it be, you are an unknown big shot, haha.

If that's true, so what?

That makes people even more curious. In the eyes of you big names, what kind of existence is the so-called fake.

Perhaps because Saya's answer just now fits the bald uncle's heart, the topic he said at this time was much more relaxed than the previous moment, and even had a slight teasing.

However, the bald uncle never expected that what he said would be to some extent. What he did not expect was that Sayya was thinking seriously about how to answer. Even the horse-shaped glass that he was still playing with in his hand was put back to its original place, and his small head was slightly lowered, allowing his long hair to slightly cover up his quiet side face.

Just talk casually, don't think too much.

Seeing that the little girl in front of me was really thinking seriously, the bald uncle who was dismantling the isolation bag was also stunned for a while, then shook his head and smiled.

But as soon as the uncle's words fell, Sayer immediately raised his head and looked at the other party seriously and straightforwardly with his big blue eyes.

There is no meaning.

ha?

It has no meaning, the so-called fake.

……Um.

The bald uncle paused slightly, but soon turned his head and continued to look for things in the drawer, completely ignoring the gaze projected by Sayya.

This is your answer.

No. Shayar shook his head, and his eyes still looked straight into the uncle's face. This should be the answer you gave.

The answer I gave?

To put it correctly, it should be the answer you want me to say.

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What you want to hear is that the fake has no meaning, and the fake is still a fake, and the counterfeit cannot become the real one. Such a natural statement.

……I don't understand.

What you want to say, what you want to say, from the mouth of others, is such a word.

I just had a fight with my disciple, because of this.

That's what you expect, he's just a response.

If this is really what I'm looking forward to, then what's the point of me who's making these? Wouldn't that be slapping myself?

It is true. Although I don’t know what this is for, the uncle does expect it so and continues to influence others in this way.

...The uncle finally stopped his movements, as if he was finding what he wanted, and as if he was thinking about something, the glass jewelry taken out of the isolation bag was also quietly lying in the rough big palms... It was really strict. It seemed that I had met a big man.

Turning his head, he lowered his head, the bald uncle looked at the little girl in front of him who was less than his chest. The smile on his face that should have been cheerful or heroic, and a little bitterness appeared slightly at this time.

Could the so-called fake things replace the real ones?

impossible.

So do you think that the existence of counterfeits has a chance to surpass the authentic ones?

impossible.

Ha... Since that's the case, the so-called imitation cities and products are naturally meaningless, right?

……impossible.

As expected,... the bald uncle who originally wanted to nodded, was halfway through his speech and immediately realized something was wrong. He looked at the little girl who looked for it with a look of surprise. What did you say just now? Impossible?

Yes, it's impossible.

As if she was saying that one plus one equals two, and with such a natural attitude, Miss Sayer looked at the bald uncle in front of her proudly, who was several times older than hers, completely ignoring the height difference between them, and looking up at the other person with a downward look.

That's impossible, what you say means nothing.

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Run out.

Run out of the master.

The young man with a young face slowly walked around the Grand Plaza of San Marco, where people were coming and going. Looking at the Grand Plaza of various tourists in front of him, it was almost natural that he walked directly to the shore of the waterway on the side and sat slowly on the embankment.

His face was still expressionless.

My heart is still in chaos.

Almost wanted to yell!

Almost wanted to scream!

At the passengers in front of you.

Facing these passengers who travelled through the Sea of ​​Stars to come here on a spacecraft.

He wanted to question.

He wanted to question him angrily.

He wanted to question each question with excitement.

Why!

Why come here!

Why did I come here but refuse to admit it!

Why did I come here but refuse to admit it, and at the same time I have to completely deny everything!

What is this for! Why can we trample on them without reason!

He wants to question...

...But he did not take action.

This is not common sense, it restricted him.

It was not the law, which suppressed him.
To be continued...