Chapter 255: Moon is the hometown of Ming

"Emotions! What matters is emotions!"
Cervantes repeated it again, but looking at the people in front of him, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Let a group of rough guys and sons read their poems to express their feelings, and I have to say that he is a little bit tough.
"Silent Night Thinking" is a very simple poem. It should be very easy to express your homesickness with the help of the night and the moon.
Cervantes has translated Chinese into a common language as much as possible. He himself feels that he has translated well and let these adventurers read it, but when they recite it, there is no emotion at all. He feels that his money is all White flowers!
Yes, these adventurers were invited by him to spend money in order to let them read poetry.
He explained to them the meaning of the poem and asked them to try to recite the poem emotionally, but these things happened now.
They couldn't understand why they looked up at the moon and they would think of things like their hometown. This is even ridiculous for them.
Adventurers all know that the Duke of Black Dragon is a lunatic, and often have some messy ideas, but they did not expect at all that he would spend money to make their group read poetry!
Isn't this what the minstrels, scholars, and nobles would do? Why are you looking for them?
Cervantes also felt that he was stupid. Why did he invite these people to read poetry? There are obviously other better choices, such as children who have learned Chinese, and pastors and apprentices of knowledge churches.
But they also have no deep contact, at most the level of ‘learned’, but without in-depth research, how can they understand these verses?
There is not much difference between those students who have studied Chinese and these adventurers, but these adventurers, it is impossible to say that they do not miss their hometown.
They run around for money or ideals. Sometimes they let go of their bodies, except that they may not know when they are going to die and want to enjoy them before then. How can they say that they haven’t missed their hometown and family?
Those students have also studied Quiet Night Thinking, but their understanding of this poem is probably ‘oh, this way’, and what about these adventures?
If they can really understand the poem, then Cervantes feels that they must be able to provide a meager faith to the moon god.
Heilong sat in this tavern named'Or and Honey Roasted Fish', surrounded by adventurers, and there were also one or two minstrels, but they couldn't understand the poem Heilong said The meaning in.
An adventurer filled himself with a glass of wine and screamed, "Master Lord, we can understand what you say, but we just don't understand, how can we think of our hometown when we see the moon?"
Black Dragon's teeth grin, he feels that he can't make sense with these adventurers, obviously he has explained it several times before...
Cervantes frowned, and suddenly had a new idea.
"Um... I said so!"
Cervantes drew a circle with both hands, "Moon, bright full moon, should you ever see it?"
Seeing the adventurers nodding, he went on to say: "So, did you have some ideas when you were a child a few years ago or a dozen years ago? For example, there is actually a kind of living on the moon The races we don’t know, they are the servants of the moon god; for example, don’t you think it looks like a big pie when looking at the full moon? When you were young, before you came out and wandered, did you think so? "
The adventurers shook their heads, "No!"
"Hi..."
Heilong wants to give up. Looking at this group of adventurers who have no romantic cells, he really wants to give up.
"If……"
Cervantes thought again, before saying, "When you can't sleep at night, do you occasionally look at the moon and think of your hometown and loved ones?"
"Looking at the moon, will you think that this moon is the same as the moon you saw when you were at home?"
"Looking at the moon, do you remember when you were still at home and had tossed and slept so often?"
"Looking at the moon, will you remember that the person you used to love may be like you, walking out of the house without sleeping, watching the same moon as you?"
The noise in the tavern gradually subsided, the shadow of the candlelight swayed on the wall, and the street lights on the street radiated a gentle light into the door.
The open door seemed to divide the world into two halves, one half outside the door, full of excitement, and the other half inside the door, quietly.
The adventurers have been startled.
They used to listen to Cervantes only half-jokingly, because even they themselves felt that they could not hear something from those ‘elegant, noble’ verses.
Those are nobles and scholars who like to play, and how can they understand these rough people?
But they did understand.
Not only did they understand, but they also fell into memory because of these words of Cervantes.
Have they ever thought about it... they don't know, but they think so now.
Regardless of the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign countries, there is always a place to escape. Even these adventurers, not to mention the fact that some of them are forced to go out to find work because of life. It is because of some coincidences that they become adventurers.
The reason they would come to the pub to buy a drunk is simply because they are confused and do not have an exact goal. They look like an empty shell with nothing in them.
They may have some ideals or dreams, but with time, they have become what they are today.
Just to make money in order to make money, there is no goal or ideal, live like a puppet without any soul, although it is laughing, although crying, but inside is empty, nothing.
Drinking is to pour wine into the stomach along the esophagus, as if you can wake up your soul like that, and only after you get drunk will you express your feelings.
Suddenly remembering it now, when I looked back, I found that I didn't seem to have done anything.
To make money to make money, to live to live, is no different from the general public, because they are very hard just to live, where is there time to focus on other things?
Now they are relaxed, so they have the time and energy to think about other things...
There was only the sound of swallowing wine in the tavern, and Cervantes did not continue to say anything, nor did they let them recite the poem again.
As a dragon, Cervantes didn't quite understand the feeling of'homesickness'. For him, relocating his residence is just a normal thing, perhaps because the dragon family has been home from the beginning, so it has never been. What kind of'homesickness'.
But that was before, and he didn’t understand why Sera had to decorate the log cabin... now he understands a little.
"Master Lord..."
A drunken adventurer who put himself down put his glass down and blinked his eyes, "What is the poem you just... read?"
Cervantes smiled slightly and said softly: "The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected of frost on the ground. Looking up at the moon, looking down at the hometown."
"Quiet Night" by Li Bai!"
The drunken adventurer followed the black dragon to read the poem, then burped, lay on the table, and looked sideways at the bright moon pouring moonlight into the door.
"'Miss your hometown in a silent night'?"
The adventurer laughed twice, "The moon here is pretty good, but I always think... In my hometown, the moon is rounder and brighter!"
The adventurer stood up abruptly, raised his wine glass, and said aloud: "'The bright moonlight spills over the bed, just like a hazy frost. Looking up at the moon, I bow my head and teach people to think about homesickness' - everyone, I still feel the hometown The moon is more beautiful!"
"Hahaha, where are the moons all different? What else do you say, "the moon in my hometown is more beautiful"..." An adventurer laughed at the table, but with a smile, his smile disappeared, and he sat on the chair. .
Cervantes stood up, he did not continue to watch, because he knew that his experiment had been successful.
However, the drunken adventurer stopped him: "Master, please wait!"
Cervantes, who had already approached the door, turned back suspiciously, looking at the adventurer.
The adventurer's cheeks were flushed because of drunkenness, but his eyes had become clear and serious.
"Master Lord. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" The adventurer asked seriously: "I wonder if someone like me can also read? Er, I mean, go to school..."
This adventurer is almost middle-aged, and the school that leads the wind is enrolling a group of children, so when he said this, the pub was in an uproar.
"Dum, how old are you and want to go to school? Lord Lord certainly won't..."
Dum just turned back and glared, but Cervantes' voice came.
"Yes, of course!"
Everyone was stunned, including Dum himself.
They looked over in amazement and saw the smile on the face of the lord.
"We will not refuse anyone who wants to learn, and we have not said that our school only admits children-anyone who wants to read can apply to enter the school!"
"I mean, "Anyone"!"