Chapter 115: Is there no way to get rid of true loneliness?
Princess Ovela's curse gradually spread across the border of Baymang, causing a moment of noisy discussion. A magician from afar said to the monarch of the Laisli royal family: "That is not a curse, but a legacy inherited from the previous life.
Disease." He also claimed that the floral therapy he had mastered might be able to alleviate the princess's symptoms, because "at three o'clock in the afternoon, the temperature emitted by the sun shining on the violets can tell whether you were a werewolf or a bat in your previous life."
Although no one had ever heard of the so-called floral therapy before, the magician's words successfully convinced the old king, who was worried about his daughter's curse, as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw from drowning.
The profound knowledge and elegant demeanor he displayed also made the court astrologers who criticized him dare not confront him, and all acquiesced to the matter.
The old king ordered that all the original flowers and plants in the palace courtyard be plucked out and replaced with violets. The magician used his mysterious power to keep these delicate flowers from withering all year round, enjoying all the fragrance and warmth of spring.
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As a result, the courtyard was always lingering in a charming and deadly fragrance, and the magician was naturally qualified to treat the princess's disease, and in the name of the outside world, he was a teacher who taught the princess botany.
It is said to be a treatment, but there is no complicated diagnosis from beginning to end. There are cold instruments and bitter medicines. There are only tables and chairs, parasols, ceramic tea sets, three-layer dessert trays and various exquisite snacks. Compared with diagnosis and treatment,
, more like a leisurely afternoon tea party.
The woman who was timidly called "teacher" by the princess would gently pour her a cup of steaming black tea and hand her the snacks she made by herself. Not all of them were the princess's favorite taste, but for some reason,
Every time she tastes black tea and snacks, she will feel an unusual sense of familiarity, as if their taste is gentler and more comfortable than the dusty years.
While watching her sip the black tea in the cup, the teacher asked her how she was doing recently and what she had encountered. Is there anything happy or sad that she wanted to share or talk about? Her voice was
Her tone is approachable and approachable, neither too polite and distant which makes the princess feel disappointed, nor too warm and approachable which makes her feel panic... In her own words: "You don't have to treat me like a teacher or a doctor." "I want to be your friend more, Your Highness."
"Friends..." This was the first time Oveira heard someone say this to herself. In the past, all she saw were the eyes of awe and fear, all of them staying away from her and not daring to approach her. Their rejection and indifference once made her
The princess felt sad and lost. Only at this moment did she finally hear the words she had always dreamed of.
Her eyes seemed to be shining: "Can I, teacher?"
"Of course." The teacher stroked her hair lovingly, and the words she said at that time seemed to have a deeper meaning: "Because I didn't choose you, but you chose me."
The princess seemed to understand but was still very happy because she finally had the first friend in her life.
Since then, she has become a frequent visitor to the afternoon tea party. She comes to this courtyard every day, smells the fragrance of violets, and listens to the teacher's stories about flowers, trees or fruits, as if she is indeed a plant.
She is a teacher who studies, not a doctor who comes to treat her.
I don’t know why, they have just met her not long ago, but when Olvera faces the teacher, she often has a sense of déjà vu, as if her words, her demeanor, her movements... I have seen her somewhere before.
.But I wasn’t here at that time, nor was I facing her.
No matter what, it was always a pleasure to get along with the teacher, which made her experience a feeling called peace of mind for a long time. Her personality became more cheerful, and a smile gradually appeared on her face. This made the old king more unswervingly
I believe that the so-called floral therapy is useful and it is working.
However, he was obsessed with finding a cure and did not realize that if his daughter was indeed sick, the disease should be called loneliness, not darkness.
This kind of relationship lasted until a certain season when the violet petals in full bloom on the branches fell like raindrops, drowning the swarms of grasshoppers and ants under the flowers. The young princess stood in the rain of flowers and sucked the sweet breath.
, she said that she had seen such a scene in her dream. When the teacher who was watering the flowers heard this, he came over and gently touched her head and said: "That was your previous life, Your Highness Princess.
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Because of this sentence, the princess became very interested in the so-called past and present lives. One day, when she went to the garden to attend her teacher's afternoon tea party as usual, she encountered a rainy day, with dark clouds covering the sky and a continuous drizzle.
The fallen petals wet the core of the flower, and the rustling sound was like a sad whisper, which made her mood drop.
Not only because she hates the cold weather, but also because once it rains, she will not be able to go to the courtyard with her teacher to enjoy a warm and comfortable afternoon tea. For the princess who rarely has time to relax, in this courtyard
Every minute and every second is worth cherishing.
As a young child, she was lying on the window sill, staring longingly at the hazy drizzle outside the window. She saw the violet petals gradually falling under the impact of raindrops and blending into the moist soil; on the ancient trees in the corner of the courtyard, raindrops followed the veins of the leaves.
The crisscrossing lines flow and drip from the tips of the green leaves, making a ticking sound, like the sound of an empty flute.
When she was bored, she suddenly thought of what her teacher said a few days ago, turned around and asked: "Teacher, do you think people's past lives are real?"
"Nature exists." The teacher added a spoonful of sugar to the tea cup and nodded with a smile.
Olvera knew that her teacher had traveled to distant lands and had a wealth of knowledge. Her knowledge was so profound that even the astrologers in the court did not dare to debate with her. In this case, what she said must be from the earthly world.
Is that true?
"Then," the princess couldn't help but wonder, "what would my previous life be like?"
"Why do you suddenly want to ask such a question, Your Highness?"
"Because, didn't you tell me a few days ago that sometimes, people will feel familiar with some of the things they are experiencing, as if they have experienced the same scene somewhere before, and that is our previous life. I also have
I have a similar feeling, more than once, so for me, I really want to know what my previous life was like. Teacher, can you tell me?"
"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness, I can't give you a clear answer to this question."
"Why?"
"Because for the soul, life is always a lonely journey. Knowing your past life will not change your destiny in this life. Do you want to understand it? Or do you want to get closer, know or realize? These are all
It is temporary, and no one’s life should be dominated by his past appearance.”
The princess shook her head in confusion: "It's so complicated, I can't quite understand it, teacher."
The teacher smiled gently. She smiled like an elegant, dignified and beautiful lady, with a grace and ease that Olvera envied: "It doesn't matter, you will understand later."
She raised her head and, like the princess, looked at the misty drizzle outside the window and the petals falling in the rain. Finally, her eyes fell on the ancient tree in the corner of the courtyard and whispered: "Some people's previous lives were
A flower possesses the beauty of a moment; some people’s past lives were shrubs by the roadside, which although inconspicuous, symbolized tenacity and perseverance; while some people’s past lives were a tree.”
"Tree?"
"That's right, like a tree rooted in the soil, growing alone. Sometimes I see birds building nests on me, and then go away in autumn; sometimes I see wild beasts lingering under the trees, looking for prey and then leaving; and others
At that time, she saw people's footprints, heard people's voices, and told a story about how trees grow vigorously, so she was yearning for it. She desperately stretched the branches and roots, absorbed the sunshine and nutrients, and desperately wanted to leave
With the land under your feet, go to more distant places to find the people who made you happy and sad, or get to know more people and have the emotions and memories that belong to a tree."
Her voice was eloquent and immersive, as if she was experiencing it herself. The princess was also fascinated by it and couldn't help but ask: "Did she succeed?"
Of course the teacher knew what she was expecting, but sometimes reality will not change just because of people's expectations, so she regretfully replied: "No."
"Why?"
"Because trees and people will have their own destiny. The tree may be able to leave the land where it lives, but it will never become a real person; people may be able to stay in the same place forever, but they will never be able to understand the tree's mood. The tree's
Fate and human destiny are actually two parallel lines that can never intersect."
"Why is this?" The princess did not conceal her disappointment: "Isn't that tree very pitiful? She just wants to make friends and not be so lonely anymore!"
"Maybe so, but Your Highness Princess, I have said before that for the soul, life is always a lonely journey, and no one can completely eliminate this loneliness."
"Okay!" Little Olvera clenched her palms and said seriously: "As long as you make a lot of friends, you won't be lonely anymore!"
This is her sincere words, and it is also her wish since she was a child.
But the teacher did not agree with this sentence, and just caressed her cheek lovingly. The palms of her hands were a little rough, like the touch of branches after they sprouted and blossomed in the sun.
"Do you think so?"
Facing her eyes, the little girl hesitated a little, and couldn't help but lower her voice, which was softer and harder to hear than the rustling of petals and leaves outside the window: "Isn't it...isn't it?"
"Of course not."
Every syllable in the teacher's mouth seemed to be explaining the most unbreakable truth in the world, telling the fashionable and young princess: "In this world."