Many years later, when Jose Gonzalez, who had become a famous writer, picked up his pen, he remembered the miraculous light he had seen with his own eyes.
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Tumaco is a small city on the coast of Colombia. Next to it is Mado, a small and backward village with less than 300 people. There is a small river here that flows into the ocean. All mud houses are built on the river bank.
Ragged wanderers came to the edge of the village, pitched tents, and introduced the latest inventions of scientists to the residents of Maduo amidst the noise of flutes and drums.
They arrived with a strange machine.
A tall wandering foreigner, who called himself Jinaijindalu, had a beard on his face and his fingers were as thin as bird's talons, brilliantly performed to the audience the miracles he claimed to have been performed by the ancient rulers.
It was a weird machine like a lantern. The outer shell seemed to be made of metal, but it was different from the iron pots in the village.
The people in the village looked at the strange lantern in surprise.
It did not emit light, had a color like brass, had weirdly convex edges, and was connected to some strange tubes in the middle, like some kind of advanced mechanical equipment, but it had no apparent use.
Some of the villagers thought it was probably a box containing something, and some thought it was a kind of oil lamp, but it was not filled with fuel.
The child's interest always only lasts for three minutes, and he soon becomes uninterested and wants to take his little friend to the river to play.
Suddenly he saw a small pebble under his feet, and a bold idea popped out of his mind.
An eyelashless eye suddenly opened, staring at him gloomily from behind the brass shell of the lantern.
I looked left and right and couldn't figure out why.
These words were like oil poured into hot water, causing the surrounding villagers to explode in an instant. The villagers did not have much culture, did not understand advanced technology, and did not know the outside world.
Even my grandfather, who had just been buried, stood up vigorously.
The extreme terror even made him unable to cry at all. He stared blankly at those terrifying eyes, with a slightly mischievous look that had just succeeded on his face, but now only a blank was left.
Children's fears are very pure, because most things in this world are unfamiliar to them, and most of their fears come from ancient fears passed down from generation to generation deep in their genes.
The villagers also chanted in unison.
His aim was very good, and he threw it over with a whoosh, hitting the top of the lantern.
"This is a miracle."
In ancient times, humans were too weak. There were hunters lurking in the darkness, and there were many existences that could threaten humans. These are deeply engraved in human DNA and passed down from generation to generation.
Their simple world view even thinks that the earth is flat and that the earth is a ball is nonsense.
Little Jose is the son of a big businessman in the village. He has been a lawless child king since he was a child. He followed his father to see the luxurious big cities and thought that he was the most powerful in the village.
Then, it was like he was a completely different person.
But now, the source of fear was awakened, and the threat from the depths of his genes appeared before his eyes. The unparalleled terror instantly crushed little Jose's young mind.
They all become healthy, young and energetic.
The sick old Saipan recovered and became healthy, and the blind man next door can also see.
The strange foreigner with a dark and gloomy face said conspiratorially, and his strange accent seemed not to belong to human beings. His face was full of folds, with a lot of plaster hidden inside, exuding a strange smell.
Of course, there are also many people who are skeptical and not interested.
The pebbles did not cause much damage to the lantern's outer shell, not even a scratch.
Everyone was staring at him, just like the eyes flashing in the lantern.
He was carried by the surrounding villagers and came to the strange wanderer. He looked at the lantern-like thing.
"This is a miracle."
The corners of the mouth are raised, and everyone smiles exactly the same.
After he came back, his father was normal. He no longer showed that scary smile, and he no longer looked like a dull puppet.
"miracle."
Little Jose's tears fell uncontrollably. He looked at his familiar uncles and aunts and wondered why they were like this.
Like that weird wanderer's gaze.
More and more people are praying for that miracle.
Little Jose was stunned on the spot for a moment.
Including Joselito's father and mother.
Among them is Jose Jr.
The numb and hollow sound spread throughout the town.
Little Jose looked in horror at his family, friends, uncles and aunts who were gradually becoming strange and strange.
The hateful voice of the weird wanderer sounded again.
"miracle……"
suddenly.
It wasn't until his father held his hand that he suddenly raised his head and stared at his father blankly.
He grinned and chanted in a sharp and harsh tone like a chant: "This is a miracle left by the great race that ruled the earth in ancient times. It can eliminate diseases, return to youth, and even make the dead
recovery!"
Moreover, he is still young and has not fully understood what the concept of death is.
The eye seemed to be just an illusion, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
More and more people were attracted by the miracles and worshiped the strange strangers who wandered here as gods. They built temples for Jinaijindalu and respected the lanterns as the supreme holy objects.
His father opened the corners of his mouth little by little, as if he was being manipulated like a puppet on strings.
As the king of children, he has always been bold. He bent down to pick up the stone and aimed at the weird lantern.
Little Jose suddenly collapsed and cried loudly. His survival instinct drove him to use all his strength to throw away his father's hand, and he kept retreating.
The simple villagers around him turned their heads little by little and looked at him with blank smiles.
His face was hidden under the hood, and his eyes and forehead could not be seen clearly, which made him look like the most terrifying wizard in the story.
Just as little Jose was throwing the stones out again.
The words spoken by the strange wanderer were like the devil's temptation, causing the villagers to look at the lantern with fascination.
Little Jose told his mother about this, but her mother felt that he was mistaken because the wanderer brought real miracles.
He didn't know how he escaped. He tried his best to escape home.
However, little Jose's soul suffered a horrific shock, and he just froze in place, as if he had lost his soul.
He locked himself in the house and shivered.
All this is a miracle.
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The beginning of this chapter refers to Garcia Marquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude"