The Fairy Sleep Inn under the plane tree is well-known among the aliens in the area near the Saussen Mountains. It has provided a resting place for many lonely fairies who wandered in the wind and rain, regardless of whether they were not good at it.
The fighting elves, or the Capers who have great strength but are not good at words and do not understand communication, have all found spiritual comfort in warm fires, delicious food and clean beds.
Shesta, the proprietress of the hotel, relied on her unique personality charm to eliminate the fights between heterogeneous people of different races, turning it into a pure land in a chaotic era, and she also gained the respect of the guests. Even after a long time,
, there are still many aliens in the Sosen Mountains who remember her kindness and often miss the beautiful and gentle smile of the landlady.
However, few people know that Siesta's gentleness, kindness, sincerity and charity were all learned from another person, who was also the first guest of the hotel and the most special for a long time.
She became the first guest of the hotel during the initial period after the establishment of the hotel. She greatly praised Siesta's original intention of "providing everyone with a warm and secure home" and has always supported and supported her.
He encouraged her and provided a lot of help, and this was how the Fairy Sleep Inn was built, which was remembered by the aliens in the Saussen area.
Until the night watchmen began to have frequent activities and persecuted all aliens living in human cities, the Goblin Sleep Inn had to hide under the ancient sycamore tree and lost its glorious history. The proprietress Xie Si could not leave the hotel because of the nature of the traveler goblin.
Ta, I once thought about dismissing other members, including my little sister Xie Mi who has not yet embarked on the journey, the magic plants and Mr. Rabbit in the hotel, the stone gardener and magic vegetables in the underground garden, etc.
At that time, the first thing she thought about was the special guest who had given her a lot of support and encouragement and had a relationship with her that was both a teacher and a friend. So she asked her for her opinion and asked her, "Have you ever thought about leaving here?"
, go to other safer places to live." After all, "You have helped me many times, I can't let you put yourself in danger for this hotel again. If that really happens, I'm afraid I will regret it for the rest of my life.
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And how did she answer then?
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"At that time, Mrs. Tree said to me," a look of memory appeared in Siesta's eyes, imitating her tone at that time, telling Shelia, Little Sun and other magic herbs who listened carefully to the story, perhaps also to those people.
The old man who always had a gentle smile listened: "I didn't stay just for the hotel, Siesta, but I was waiting for my destiny. Before that day comes, no matter how you persuade me, I will not
leaving; similarly, when that day comes, no matter how hard you try to stay, I will not stop. This is not because I have a stone-cold heart that can refuse all sincere words, but because that is
The things that are destined are the meanings that I have been waiting for a long time ago and will continue to wait for a long time. Without these meanings, there would be no me."
The landlady's voice paused slightly, and then she looked deeply at Mrs. Tree: "That's what you said, right?"
Mrs. Tree smiled and nodded, her voice so calm: "I didn't expect you to remember things that took so long so clearly, Siesta."
"No wonder." Shelia suddenly realized. No wonder the eldest sister would say that Mrs. Tree's farewell was not sudden at all. It turned out that such a thing that she didn't know happened a long time ago, which destined today's ending.
The past and the present, the two ends of time, are connected together to form a circle of destiny. Most people are running around in the circle repeatedly in a muddle-headed manner, struggling with familiar scenes. Only a few wise people can pass through some kind of paradox.
I have a premonition, see the truth of its cycle, and realize that many things do not happen by chance, but have been brewing for a long time.
Perhaps, only ancient trees like Mrs. Tree that have lived for a long time can be regarded as symbols of wisdom; as for others, even Siesta, who has grown her third pair of butterfly wings, is still far from this definition.
What?
"But," Little Sun suddenly said sadly, "is that thing more important to you than everyone in the hotel?"
"Don't say that, little sun."
Mrs. Tree did not answer, but Siesta gently touched the flower plate of the little sun and told her softly: "Everyone has their own choice. The importance of life does not lie in comparison, but that when one day you
When you encounter something you have to do, it is meaningful to be able to muster the courage to do it."
She said these words like a wise philosopher, but in fact, these words were taught to her by Mrs. Tree. Because the traveler fairy is born carefree and is not a character suitable for feeling life, only a tree with wind
The old trees that remain standing despite being hit by the rain can learn this truth from the scars on their bodies.
The little sun man didn't know what to say and said: "Mrs. Tree is not a human being..."
She didn't mean to offend, but she thought so from the bottom of her heart, and she believed it deeply. She knew how hateful human beings were, like the night watchmen who always liked to capture and kill innocent aliens; she also knew how miserable they were in their lives.
It’s hard work, you can only breathe the turbid air and see the hazy sky. In this case, wouldn’t it be better to be a plant?
Go to sleep when you want to sleep every day, and be in a daze when you want to be in a daze. When you are bored, you can also bask in the sun, chat with the surrounding vegetation and flowers, and play games with butterflies and bees... Especially a tall oak tree like Mrs. Tree will definitely be able to bask in the sun.
When you get more sun, you can see farther scenery, right? It can even attract a lot of squirrels and birds, chirping around the branches. Although it is noisy, it makes people feel very energetic.
As long as Little Sun thinks about that kind of life, she will feel extremely longing for it. But why doesn't Mrs. Tree like it? She wants to leave here and go to another distant place. Is there any place more comfortable than here?
What way of life is better than being a tree?
Mrs. Tree smiled silently, her eyes flashing with colors brighter than the sun: "Maybe that's the case, little sun, but in the heart of every tree, there was a desire to become a human being. It's not because of being a tree.
It’s not good, but because some things can only be done by people. Just like, people can travel across thousands of rivers and mountains to pursue the figure in their dreams, but once a tree takes root, it can never leave the ground beneath its feet; or, people
I can hold on to obsessions that are heavier than darkness and never give up until the last moment before sinking. As long as the tree is blown by the wind or pressed by the snow, it will fall... What I want to do is the same.
Reason."
Chasing ideals is faith, and exhausting faith is obsession. But can human obsession really make up for regrets? Or does it bring more regrets? This is also an unsolvable riddle in the universe. p>
Little Sun's little head couldn't understand such a profound concept. She only knew that she seemed to be unable to persuade Mrs. Tree to change her mind, so she was dejected. Even the leaves were listless and lost their vitality. The same was true for other magical medicinal materials, and even more so.
It's sad because they can't control their emotions well, and some of them have sobbed softly, making the atmosphere suddenly become very heavy.
Shelia silently hugged the things left by Mrs. Tree, walked to Little Sun, softly comforted her and the other magic herbs, trying to calm them down. But Siesta still stood there, supporting Mrs. Tree's arm.
, staring at every deep wrinkle on her old cheek, like the ravines left by the years, full of the suffering and ideals of the past era.
"A tree is about to grow old, but that is also the moment when it is reborn." Mrs. Tree suddenly said in a voice that only she and she could hear: "My teacher once taught me this about how trees should grow.
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The next moment, her hand quietly broke away from Siesta's support, and the palm of the landlady's palm suddenly became empty, as if nothing had ever existed in the first place. She raised her head in shock, only to see Mrs. Tree's retreating figure becoming illusory.
The tall oak tree behind her gently swayed its branches, scattering the aura of magical elements all over the sky, and she was gradually turning into green light spots flying away. That is the true form of Mrs. Tree, and it is also the oldest tree in Suosen Mountain.
Each annual ring entwined within it measures the length of life, giving it a suffocating feeling of shock.
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and at this moment, all the blowing vegetation on the hillside bent in the same direction, and the tips of the leaves touched the warm earth; all the blooming flowers withered at the same time,
The petals blown up by the wind pass through people's eyes, and the fragrance seems to stick to the corners of the eyes and hair; all the green leaves on the oak tree are trembling, listening to the same call and making the same sound——
Blah blah blah!
Just like the surging of the ocean tide, it is uniform and carries with it the thick moisture that comes from nowhere. It makes the tip of the nose sore and makes people want to shed tears. It seems that the smell of sea water, rain and tears is actually the same fishy smell.
Salty.
"Ah." The figure of Mrs. Tree murmured among the fallen leaves in the sky, and suddenly she saw the scene of that day again: "Is it raining?"
Siesta subconsciously raised her head and saw that the sky was clear and cloudless, with no shadow of a raindrop visible, only petals and leaves all over the sky. This secret land had never had such a blue and clear sky, as if it was to send away someone's soul. Suddenly
When the wind stopped, every fallen leaf swayed away in front of my eyes. The crisscrossing veins on it actually foreshadowed the rough journey of life: how far does a tree have to go before it can grow into a human being?
?
This is a question that has no answer and is destined to not be answered. When Siesta looked back blankly, she realized that there was no one on the hillside, and the ancient and majestic oak tree had been lost in her eyes.