"Later, Cinderella dropped a shoe when she ran away. She saw the prince chasing her from a distance. She left again before she could pick up the shoe, and the prince picked up the shoe. The prince fell deeply in love with it.
He wanted to marry Cinderella, so he sent a minister to take the shoe and let all the girls in the city try it on. Whoever can wear the shoe will be the prince's bride."
"That must have been worn by Cinderella."
"I want you to be quiet and listen to my sister."
"Okay, let's stop talking about it today. You all go home and eat obediently. Come back in the afternoon and my sister will continue to talk to you, okay?"
"good--."
The children dispersed in a hurry, eager to hear the next story. Feng Ning stroked the Qinghun Zheng and was about to pick it up and leave when an old man's voice came from the side, "Miss Lin, I'm really troubling you. Every time
I tell these children stories every day and play the piano to them. I have never seen them so happy."
Ordinary people could not play the Qinghun Zheng, but she just used some internal adjustments to play the Qinghun Zheng as an ordinary guzheng, so that the strong and fast melody of the Qinghun Zheng would not hurt them.
, the sound produced was naturally beautiful and moving. He looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Village Chief, as long as the children are happy, I don't care. I have a question to ask you."
The old village chief stroked his gray beard and said kindly: "My dear, may I ask."
The faint smell of sulfur disappeared. He raised his hand and waved his sleeves in the opposite direction to the original direction. The wind direction changed, "You have lived here all your life. The smell in the air should be quite familiar at some point. Can you tell Lin Yi?"
, where does this smell come from?”
The old village chief was confused as to the purpose of the pure and refined woman in front of him. Although he was puzzled, the strange affinity revealed in her body could not tolerate his rejection. He leaned slightly, pointed to one place and said: "This
That’s where the rotten egg smell comes from.”
This is not the smell of rotten eggs, this is the characteristic smell of sulfur. He frowned slightly, his eyes dimmed a little, and then he said politely: "Old village chief, you are inconvenient because of your old age, can you please let me know if you can help me?"
Take me to see it?"
"Alas——." The old village chief shook his head, and his next words were quite sincere: "I was hesitant to tell you just now because that place smoked to death five years ago, and it has never been there since.
No one dares to go there. No one has taken care of it over the years. I'm afraid the smell will get worse. You'd better not go there, lest an accident happens and people will regret it."
"He was smoked to death?" Feng Ning stood up and asked curiously, "Village chief, have you seen the person who was smoked to death?"
"The village chief sighed and said: "Oh..., why haven't I seen it before? I still remember that there was a big thunder that day. In the end, I had the courage to carry the person back. It was so pitiful. His whole body seemed to be burned.
The same thing happened, and even the clothes were in disrepair."
Uh--? Haha, Feng Ning suddenly understood that after the dust of sulfur combines with the air, an explosive mixture will be formed in some mechanism. After hearing what the old village chief said, the sound was not thunder, but sulfur.
The combination of sulfur and air caused an explosion. The man was not smoked to death, but was blown to death. However, it seemed that the explosion was relatively small. Otherwise, how could he have a complete body? But in this case, it would not be possible.
To the point of death? It seems that there is a certain suspicion of being frightened to death in the explosion. "Well, I won't go. You can go home and have lunch as soon as possible."
The old village chief nodded and left on crutches. Feng Ning looked in the direction pointed by the old village chief. Under the blue sky, there was a patch of autumn glory and withered yellow.
"Sister, Mom asked me to call you home for dinner." Xiao Zhuzhu ran over and pulled Feng Ning's clothes and shook her gently.
Feng Ning smiled and took his little hand and said, "Let's go home."