Chapter 19 CLUB 3...a wonderful trio...

I followed the three fleeing field workers and continued on.The path winds through tall and dense trees.Under the white sunlight at noon, the leaves on the tree seemed to turn into brilliant sparks. I came to a clearing in the forest and saw a large wooden house.Wisps of black smoke billowed from two chimneys.I looked from a distance, and a figure in pink clothes slipped into the wooden house. I soon discovered that one side of the cabin was empty, with no walls at all.Looking in through the gap, I was shocked by a scene I saw. I quickly leaned against a tree to gather my mind.There is a hall in the house, there are no compartments at all, it looks like a factory.I took a closer look and concluded that it was a glass workshop.

The roof is supported by several thick beams.Several white stone basins were erected on three or four huge firewood-burning stoves.The fiery red liquid rolled in the basin, emitting a greasy steam.Three women—short like the farmhands, but dressed in pink—were walking among the stone basins.They stick a long tube into the liquid in the basin and blow out glass vessels of various shapes.There is a pile of sand at one end of the factory, and a row of shelves along the wall at the other end displaying finished glassware.On the floor in the center of the factory is a meter-high pile of broken cellophane, glass bowls and various glass shards.

I had to ask myself again, where the hell am I now.If they weren't in uniform, I'd have thought those field workers lived in a Stone Age society.However, here, I saw a rather advanced glass factory. Three women who blow glass in the factory are all dressed in pink.They were all fair-skinned; their silver hair was straight and long. I was surprised to find that the fronts of their clothes were painted with diamond patterns, exactly the same as the "squares" we see on playing cards.One of the women has three squares on her dress, another has seven, and a third has nine.All blocks are silver.

Three women were busy blowing glass, and for a moment they didn't notice me, even though I was standing in front of the empty gate.They walked back and forth in the vast factory, their movements were very light, as if their whole bodies were weightless.I wouldn't be too surprised if one of the women's bodies starts to rise, floating below the ceiling. Suddenly, the woman with seven squares on her clothes saw me.I pulled up my legs and wanted to run away.At this moment, the woman panicked for a moment and dropped a glass bowl she was holding on the ground.Now it was too late for me to escape, because all three women in the room looked up at me now.

I went inside, bowed deeply to them, and said "Hah" in German.They glanced at each other and grinned happily; their rows of white teeth gleamed in the bright light of the fire.I walk towards them.They came forward and gathered around me. "Sorry for the interruption!" I said. They looked at each other again, and this time they smiled brighter.These three women all had a pair of deep blue eyes, and their features were so similar that they seemed to be members of the same family, perhaps sisters. "Can you understand what I'm saying?" "We can understand ordinary German," Square Three replied.Her voice was high-pitched and thin, like a doll.

They competed to talk to me, and two of them curtseyed to me.Nine of Diamonds even came over and shook my hand.I was surprised to find that her soft little hands were very cold, although the air in the glass factory was very hot. "You blow the glass beautifully!" I said.When they heard this, Grid laughed. The girls at the glass factory were far more amiable than the brash fieldworkers I had just met, but they avoided my questions just as much. "Who taught you glass blowing?" I asked.For some reason, I always feel that they are impossible.is self-taught. No one answered this question.Seven of Diamonds went to the shelf, took down a glass bowl, and handed it to me.

"For you!" she said. The three girls giggled again. Facing these three smiling and friendly little women, I really can't ask any further questions, but if I can't find out the origin of these dwarves on the island, I will lose my mind. "I just came to the island, but I don't know where I am." I asked again, "Can you tell me where this is?" "We can't talk about—" said Seven of Squares. "Someone forbid you?" The three girls shook their heads together.Their silver-white hair fluttered in the firelight from the furnace.

"We're best at blowing glass," Square Nine said. "We're not good at thinking, so we're not very good at talking." "What a trio you guys sing together!" I said. When they heard this, they burst out laughing. "Aren't we all number three!" said Seven of Diamonds.Playing with the clothes on her body, she asked me, "Don't you see that we have different numbers?" "What an idiot!" I couldn't help blurting out.They huddled together in fright. "Don't be angry!" said Three of Diamonds. "We get sad so easily."

I don't know whether to take her word for it.However, the smile on her face is so innocent, it really makes people feel a little bit unbearable to lose their temper with her. "Are you really as stupid as you say?" I asked. The three girls nodded solemnly. "I really want to—" Before he finished speaking, Fang Nine covered his mouth with his hand and swallowed the words back. "What do you really want?" I asked her softly. "I really want to think about a problem that is too difficult for me to think about, but I can't," I pondered the meaning of her words, and then told myself that no one can achieve such a wish.

Three of Diamonds burst into tears. "I think..." she said, sobbing. Square Nine stretched out an arm and wrapped it around her shoulder.Diamond Three continued, "I really want to wake up...but I'm awake now." I was even more puzzled when I heard this. Seven of Diamonds gave me a meaningful look, and then said seriously, "The truth is, the son of the glass master was playing a joke on his own fantasies." Before long, all three girls were standing on the factory floor, twitching their noses.One of the girls grabbed a huge glass water jug ​​and slammed it on the floor.The other started pulling strands of silvery white hair from his head.I know, they issued an order to evict me.

"I'm sorry to bother you," I hurriedly said goodbye to them, "goodbye." Now I am 100% sure that this island is a sanctuary for the mentally ill.I also believed that at any moment, nurses in white would show up and accuse me of wandering around the island and harassing their patients. However, there are still some things I don't understand.What confuses me the most is the stature of the islanders.As a sailor I have traveled all over the world, but never in a country where the inhabitants are so small.The field workers and glass factory girls I just met had different hair colors, so they couldn't possibly be related. Perhaps, at a certain period, a worldwide plague occurred, making people short and stupid, and those infected with the plague were sent to this small island to be isolated so as not to infect others.If so, then, before long, I myself will be as small and stupid as they are. The second thing I don't understand is why the residents of the island are classified according to the style of playing cards? For example, the field workers are clubs, and the girls in the glass factory are diamonds. Could this be the way doctors and nurses organize their patients? I continued along the path, through a clump of tall trees.The forest floor is covered with moss, like a light green carpet.Blue flowers that looked like forget-me-nots were blooming everywhere.Sunlight poured down from the treetops.The withered leaves stand like a golden tent covering the flowers and plants all over the ground. I walked in the forest for a while, and suddenly I saw a bright figure appearing among the flowers and trees. Looking carefully, it turned out to be a young girl with a slender figure and blond hair.She was wearing yellow clothes, and she was not much taller than the other dwarves on the island.From time to time she bent down to pick a blue flower.I noticed that she had a huge, blood-red heart symbol drawn on her back. I walked slowly to her side and heard a sad tune humming from her mouth. "Hello!" I stopped a few yards away from her and greeted her in a low voice. "Hello!" She stood up and greeted me with a natural attitude as if meeting an acquaintance. Her appearance is very beautiful, which makes people dare not look at her. "You sing beautifully." It was hard for me to squeeze out the words. "Thank you." I reached out and brushed my hair subconsciously.Since coming to the island, I haven't paid much attention to my appearance.I haven't shaved in over a week. "I'm confused," she said. She raised her small face, looking very confused. "What's your name?" I asked. She smiled slightly and said meaningfully: "Don't you see a red heart painted on my clothes? I am a red heart." "Of course I saw it." I hesitated for a while, then continued, "I think this name is quite strange." "What's the matter?" she asked, stooping to pick another flower, "and you? What's your name?" "My name is Hans." She pondered for a while: "Do you think the name 'Hongxinyao' is fancier than 'Hans'?" This time it was my turn to be speechless. "Hans?" She thought for a while, "I seem to have heard this name before. Maybe it's just my imagination... Everything is so far away..." She bent down again to pick a blue flower.Suddenly, as if in an epileptic fit, she said with trembling lips, "When the inner box opens the outer box, the outer box opens the inner box." This inexplicable sentence seemed to come out of her mouth, and she obviously didn't understand its meaning.After saying this, her expression immediately returned to normal.She pointed to the sailor suit I was wearing. "Your clothes are blank!" she said anxiously. "You mean, I don't have any graphics on my back?" She nodded.Suddenly, she raised her face and stared at me: "You know you are not allowed to hit me, right?" "I would never hit a woman," I replied. When she heard it, two dimples appeared on her cheeks.I think she is as beautiful as an angel, like a fairy in a fairy tale.As long as she smiles, the green eyes on her face will emit a brilliance like emeralds.I couldn't bear to take my eyes off her face. All of a sudden, she lowered her face, her expression was very anxious. "You're not an ace, are you?" she asked me suddenly. "Oh, no! I'm only an able-bodied sailor." Hearing what I said, she immediately turned around and slipped behind a big tree, and fled.I hurried: I ran after her, but she had disappeared without a trace.