"It all depends on how funny you are, sir." Sabrina turned around and put her arm around Bonaparte's shoulder.
"Well...it is said that a long time ago there was a wishing tree on Kogasi Island."
Bonaparte hesitated for a moment, then put his arms around the girl's slender waist and swayed in the crowd.
"What kind of wishing tree is it?" Sabrina obviously didn't expect him to suddenly mention this, but she still asked in a flattering tone.
"It is a tree with three leaves, but there is also a rare fourth leaf. According to the legend of Kogasi, if you find a leaf with four leaves, you will be happy."
"You still believe such a childlike story? I can't tell."
"Because I'm a Spartan, right?"
The pairs of shadows rotated and swayed slowly under the light. Bonaparte and Sabrina blended in and were not conspicuous. No, they were actually quite conspicuous. Miss Sabrina was half a head taller than him.
"The four leaves represent prayer, hope, and love respectively, and the last one represents happiness. The rabbit we have there symbolizes purity, love, happiness, and hope, because it often eats leaves from the wish tree."
With some memory in his mouth, Bonaparte slowly told the fairy tales of his childhood.
Sabrina was mesmerized by the sound, and her thoughts swirled along with the noisy and clear classical music, as if they were rippling in the undulating waves of the waves.
She murmured slightly: "You are actually very romantic."
Bonaparte shook his head and said: "Everyone is romantic, but you have to meet the right person, because everyone has a different lock in their heart. Only the right key can open it."
"Whose famous quote is this?" She was a little curious.
"Maybe it's Bonaparte's famous saying." Bonaparte got closer to her again, because the girl's fragrance was attracting her.
"I don't believe you are deliberately being boring? I believe you will be a popular person in the future, but you look nothing like it now."
"Oh? What about me?"
Sabrina followed the dance steps, squinted her eyes and thought for a moment, "Introverted, cautious, sorry, a little sensitive."
It didn't sound so nice, but it was true. If she spoke words of praise, Bonaparte would feel that she was not sincere enough.
"So, what are you like to you?" the girl asked softly.
He pondered and said, "Honestly, I don't know."
"I never envision questions like this because once you allow them to be asked, the answer begs the next question."
Bonaparte paused and then said: "The answer will never be irrefutable. People will question this answer, and the answer to the next question will also be questioned, and the reason for the reason will be asked again and again."
"You mean you don't know it yourself? It makes me confused."
Bonaparte said with a sigh: "You are right, no one can clearly know what he is like, and the only way for people to live in society is to prevent them from questioning. The only way to prevent them from questioning
It’s the use of terror.”
"If the essence of a thing is vague and unfathomable, then people can only obey it. Once people understand the essence of a thing, once it is a rational thing, once people can understand it, they will not be afraid of it. They will not fear it or respect it.
It, so it will collapse."
"Therefore, what we need is something vague and incomprehensible. There are mirrors in life, but it is difficult to have mirrors in thoughts."
Sabrina thought thoughtfully, then chuckled and said: "I really can't understand you, Mr. Bonaparte."
Bonaparte nodded silently and looked at the flow of lights.
The lights swayed with phantoms, the silver plates reflected the attires, and the romantic young people showed off their streamlined dresses. Behind the shadow of the decadent city, prosperity and singing flowed freely.