Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Two

Groups of faces I had never seen before passed me, strange looking men, women and children, some with a cat face, some with a tail, some walked like a mouse, Some are like snails crawling crookedly.When these people passed me, they all looked back at me, winked at me, and snored. They whispered to each other and greeted each other in a language that I could neither hear nor understand. "Are they also going to the market?" I asked involuntarily. "Don't look at them!" screamed the head, "Don't follow them either!" "What are they...?" I stopped as I said, but this couldn't stop my curiosity.

"They're fickle goblins," said the head, "or elves, or little men, or whatever you want to call them." "Shouldn't elves all have beautiful golden hair and pointed ears?" I frowned, because this group of weird-looking guys was so different from the image of elves in my mind. "There are many kinds of elves." The head replied impatiently. "So what kind are they?" I asked curiously. "The kind that can hurt people." Before the head could finish speaking, the group of people came back in groups.This time, they came prepared.The one with the cat face was dragging a basket, the one with the tail was holding a plate, and several others were dragging heavy bags with gleaming gold dishes.The group of people swarmed towards me.

"Don't look at them!" the head screamed again.I subconsciously rolled my eyes.The man with the cat face leaned over to look at me, its whiskers almost poking my face; the man with the tail lowered his head, sniffed my head hanging on my waist a few times, and then pulled his hair.The head closed its eyes tightly.The other kids laughed and pointed at the hole in my sock, and when I turned around, they started throwing pebbles at me. I kept ignoring them, and after a while the group gave up one by one and walked away disappointed. "Why?" I said again, "Why can't I see them?"

"You will fall for their trap," said the head. "These little people are the most annoying people here. They don't say a word of truth. If they talk to you, they will wish you a long life." age." "That's fine." I mean it, and I'm starting to regret trusting the damn head. "You will die soon!" shouted the head. "If it weren't for you, I think I can live for a long time." I said angrily, bent my fingers, and slammed its hard head. "By the way, what is the market in front of you?" I asked, "Can I go?"

"Can you see the market?" The head stared at me in shock, "Aren't you blind?" "Of course I can see it!" I frowned, not understanding what the other party meant.Because this place is different from the grass covered with dense fog just now. I really can't see anything in the dense fog, but there is no trace of fog here at all, and the whole world in front of me is unfolded in front of me without a trace.It seems to be in the evening, the sky has darkened, there is no sunlight overhead, and there are no constellations that can be illuminated, but the sky is clear.I could clearly see the hills and mountains in the distance, and the lush woods there reminded me of familiar scenes from Eastern Europe.I took a deep breath, and the fresh earthy smell and intoxicating floral fragrance were carried by the wind.

To me, this is a perfect paradise.With no more hesitation, I started to walk. "You can't go! You will die soon!" the head screamed to stop me. "Okay." I patted it, and then walked into the market. I saw the group again.They have animal-like furry faces and slender bodies, with chipmunk-like pointed teeth and long, prickly ears.They stood behind their stalls and wandered through the market place, drinking mulled mulled wine from little cups, with the meat of some unknown animal in their teeth, cooing like pigeons in their squeaky little voices Calling, they talk like a parrot learning their tongues.They turned their heads to look at me at the same time, their curious eyes widened, and they surveyed me from head to toe.

No, I suddenly realized that they were not the group just now.The group had already left.They are the stall owners and customers in the market.This is their market. A goblin's bazaar. The head let out a disgruntled grunt from its throat, which meant: "I told you!" or another, "You will die soon!" I swallowed hard, knowing it might be right this time.It had already warned me, but I didn't listen to it self-righteously.I bowed my head guiltily, and I wanted to say "I'm sorry", but the head has tightly closed its eyes and mouth, all the facial features are shrunk into the scalp, and its messy hair is scattered in a mess, it looks like It was a lifeless coconut shell, like an ugly ornament I wore on my belt.

I poked it and it didn't respond.I sighed, knowing I was a human again. The goblins looked at me, and they were quiet for a while, I mean, the whole market was quiet, the hustle and bustle just now disappeared without a trace, the hands who were drinking and eating meat stopped in mid-air, and said Half of the words were swallowed again.The goblins opened their surprised eyes and looked at me quietly, as if they were looking at a visitor from outside the sky. Compared to them, I am indeed an extraterrestrial visitor.I rolled my eyes to break the embarrassment, and suddenly, a guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks jumped over a few times, first hopped around me, then stood in front of me, raised his head, and looked at me carefully.It was too late to remember the head's advice now, so I squinted my eyes and looked at him.

"You...can you see me?" The little goblin spoke softly in an uncertain tone. I nod. "Can you see me too?" Another goblin crawled over on the ground like a snake. He stretched out a frog-like webbed finger and carefully poked the toe of my soaked shoe. "Of course I can." I said inexplicably. The two goblins opened their mouths wide in surprise.They rolled on the grass, cooing and cooing in thin voices, like two flopping pigeons.And then all the people in the market place.They gathered around and laughed together, some applauded, some jumped and laughed, and some wrestled and rolled around on the grass just like the two people just now.No matter how strange the way they celebrate, one thing is indisputable, they are all very happy, it seems that "being seen" is the greatest hope in life.

I feel strange.Because they are too clear to me, as real as the hills and valleys in the distance, like the holes in my soaked shoes and stockings.They are real and alive, and together with the whole lively market in front of them, they are all clearly visible in the afterglow of the evening. I don't understand why they should be so happy.I suddenly remembered that when the head found out that I could see the market, its first reaction was shock.Why?Could it be that this market, and these goblins, were supposed to be "invisible"?Should I not be able to see them?I prodded the coconut shell on my waist, but it was still dead and motionless.

I don't know why it's so scared.I also don't know why it is warning me.The market in front of me, together with all the goblins, they look warm and hospitable.As for the group of people who just threw stones at me, I think I just offended them because I deliberately couldn't see them.But then again, what naughty child hasn't thrown stones at strangers? Just as I was thinking this way, the noise around me increased.A group of musicians came towards me through the market crowd.The leading goblin has a familiar cat face. He blinked emerald green eyes at me and giggled, "Come and buy the fruits from our orchard, little human girl, come and buy!" Beside him was the one with the tail, holding a round golden plate high above his head. "Taste our fruit, ripe fruit, puffy fruit, never pecked by a bird." The golden plate was empty when I first saw it, but it was already full of all kinds of fruits.Oranges, cherries, strawberries, honeydew melons, mulberries, dates and figs, all fruits that are not in the same season are all ripe and gathered together, and there are various fruits that I can't name at all, red, green, yellow Purple, some with smooth skin, some with bumps, some with fluff, and some with hard shells, they look cute and attractive in the cool and pleasant evening wind.