Chapter 37 7 of squares ...at a masquerade party where the host asks the guests to pretend to be playing cards...

The dwarves were sitting in the banquet hall just chatting, the clown clapped his hands suddenly, and announced loudly: "The clown game' begins! Have you all thought about the sentence you recited?" "Thought it out!" the dwarves replied in unison.For a while, the hall was filled with echoes, endlessly echoing. The clown ordered: "Start reciting your sentences!" There was a lot of chatter, and the dwarves recited their sentences together.Fifty-two voices mixed together and made a noise.After a few seconds, the entire hall suddenly fell silent, as if the game was over.

"It's like that every time," Grandpa Floyd whispered to me. "Everyone is talking at the same time, and no one can hear what the other is saying." "Thank you for your cooperation," said the Joker. "From now on, every time a person recites a sentence, let's ask Square One to speak first." The little princess stood up, stretched out her hand to part a lock of bangs under her forehead, and began to recite the sentence she came up with: "Fate is like a cauliflower crown, stretching out in all directions." After speaking, she sat back on the chair.A pale face flushed flushed.

"Oh, the cauliflower crown, this..." The clown scratched his head with his hand. "Well...it's unique, very unique." Square Two jumped up and recited his sentence: "The size of the magnifying glass just fits the gap of the goldfish bowl." "What did you say?" The clown was confused. "It would be much clearer if you told us which magnifying glass went with which goldfish bowl. Still, both did passable, passable! After all, we can't squeeze the whole truth into two squares ,Next person!" Now it's square three: "Father and son go out together to find the beautiful woman who lost herself." She sneezed and began to cry.

I remember seeing this girl crying when I first arrived on the island.While Cube K was comforting her, the clown said, "How could she lose herself? We won't know the answer until all the cards are revealed. Next!" The other block gnomes recite their sentences one by one. "Actually, the son of the glass master is playing a joke on his own fantasies." This sentence was said by Seven of Squares.At the glass factory, she once said the same thing to me. - "The magician flicked his sleeves, created something out of nothing, and several little people jumped out alive." Fang Nine proudly read this line.She once told me that she had to come up with a sentence that was too difficult for her to come up with.It seems that she has done this.

The last to speak was the King of Diamonds: "The card game is a family curse." "Very thought-provoking!" The clown exclaimed. "Although our game has only been completed a quarter so far, a lot of important information has appeared. Do you understand the profound meaning contained in it?" The dwarves whispered to each other and started discussing in low voices.The clown said: "There are still three-quarters of the wheel of fortune waiting for us to push. Now it's our turn—everyone, plum brothers and sisters!" Mei Huayao first said: "Fate is like a snake that is so hungry that it swallows itself."

Club Two picks it up immediately.Said: "Goldfish will not reveal the secrets of the island, but buns will." I can see that he has been talking about this sentence for a long time, repeating it from time to time, and forgetting it by himself. The other dwarfs read their sentences in turn—now the dwarf of clubs, then the turn of hearts, and finally the turn of spades. "When the inner box opens the outer box, the outer box opens the inner box." Hong Xinyao read her lines loudly.This sentence is exactly the same as what I heard when I first met her in the woods. "One fine morning, the king and his attendants climbed out of the cage of consciousness."

"Hidden in the pocket is a deck of cards, which is now being spread out in the sun to dry." Just like that, the fifty-two dwarves stood up one by one and recited their lines, each sentence becoming more ridiculous.Some dwarves whispered softly, some giggled, some looked forward to themselves, and some lowered their heads and sucked their noses.My overall impression of this chaotic and noisy performance is that it is a farce, with crazy words without logic and meaning.Nevertheless, the clown took out his notebook and wrote down the lines spoken by the dwarves line by line. The last dwarf to appear is the King of Spades.The king opened two piercing eyes, glanced at the clown, and made a summary of today's performance: "Those who see through fate must bear the torment of fate."

In retrospect, that was one of the most insightful quotes I heard at the banquet that day.The Joker apparently feels the same way.He clapped his hands so hard that his bells jingled like a one-man band.Grandpa Frod sat there shaking his head, looking dejected. We climbed down from the high chairs and walked to the center of the banquet hall.The gnomes jostled and romped and romped among the four tables. I suddenly remembered my feelings and impressions when I first arrived on the island: this island must be a sanctuary for the incurable mentally ill.Perhaps, Floyd was originally a medical worker, but he was infected by a patient, and his nerves began to malfunction.If so, the doctor visiting the island once a month could not be of much help at all.

Everything Floyd told me—the shipwreck, the playing cards, the fifty-two dwarfs who suddenly popped out of his fancy alive—was probably just the ramblings of a madman.I have only one solid piece of evidence that Floyd is really my grandfather: My grandmother's name was really Stiney, and both parents mentioned that my grandfather once fell off the mast of a ship and fell to the ground. hurt an arm. Perhaps, Floyd really lived on this island for fifty years.This is not unusual as I have heard similar shipwreck stories.He may have actually had a deck of cards with him when he drifted to the island, but it's hard for me to believe that those fifty-two dwarves really popped out of his fantasies and into the real world.

I knew that all this could be explained from another angle—that all the absurd events on the island were actually going on in my head;When I first arrived on the island, I ate a few berries by Goldfish Lake.Perhaps the fruit contained some nerve-damaging toxins.Now, it's too late to worry about all this... A bell rang suddenly to interrupt my thoughts, and then I felt someone reach out and tug at my sailor's uniform.Looking back, I realized that the person who teased me was a clown, and the "boat bell" was made by the bell on his clothes. "How do you think our poker party is going?" he asked as he stood beside me, looking up at me, and I didn't answer.

"Tell me," the clown asked, "do you find it weird when you find that something in someone's heart suddenly pops out of his head and dances in front of his eyes?" "Of course it will feel weird." I said. "It's just... just unbelievable: it's surreal." "That's right, it's too bizarre." The clown nodded. "However, it all looks so real." "I do not understand what you mean." "We are standing here alive now, with a blue sky above our heads, and our bodies are full of vitality," said the clown. "How does one 'climb out of the prison of consciousness'? What kind of ladder does one use to get out?" "Maybe, we have always lived on the earth." I just wanted to get rid of the clown's entanglement, so I had to say something perfunctory to him. "Indeed, but you haven't answered my question. Sailor, I ask you: who are we and where do we come from?" I didn't like having him stick to me like this, insisting on discussing philosophical issues with me, and, frankly, I didn't have the answers to the questions he asked. "Just now a dwarf said that the magician flicked his sleeves and created us out of nothing." The clown sighed. "How weird and bizarre, j sailor, what do you think?" Only then did I realize that Floyd had left the banquet hall. "Where's his old man?" I asked the clown. "You should answer the question in front of you first, and then ask new questions!" The clown laughed. "Where the hell is Grandpa Floyd?" I asked again. "He went out to get his breath. Every time the 'clown game' gets to this stage, he has to go out to get his breath. When the dwarves chanted these lines, the old man got so angry that he pissed in his pants. At this time, I will suggest him to go outside for a walk." Suddenly finding myself abandoned in the banquet hall, alone facing a large group of dwarves, I suddenly felt helpless and didn't know what to do.Most of these dwarves have left the dining table and are chasing and playing in the hall in colorful clothes, just like a group of children attending a birthday party.This banquet was really too lively.Why invite the whole village? I thought to myself. I observed the gnomes carefully, and found that the banquet was not like a normal birthday party, but a masquerade party, and the guests were all asked to pretend to be playing cards.Before entering the hall, they drank a magical drink at the door that made their bodies shrink.This way, there is enough room on the dance floor for all the guests.I arrived so late that I missed my chance for the magic "aperitif". "Hey, do you want to try this thing?" The clown asked me with a smile. He held up a small bottle in his hand.I took it without thinking, put my mouth together and took a sip.Take a sip of this thing, there shouldn't be any problem!I thought to myself. However, with just such a small sip, I felt my whole body burn up.In an instant, all the tastes I have tasted in my short life-and many tastes that I have never tasted-come one after another, pouring into my body, like a tide of desire, sweeping my whole being. submerged.The sweetness of strawberries on my toes, bananas and peaches in my hair.Pear juice was fermenting on my left elbow; all kinds of earthly delicacies poured into my nostrils. I felt so relieved that I just stood still for a long time.I stared blankly at this group of brightly dressed and bouncing gnomes, and suddenly felt that they had popped out of my mind.Suddenly, I felt that I was lost in my own head, but then I felt that a horde of dwarves rushed out of my head, protesting to me because I had confined them in the limited space of my mind. All kinds of wonderful and strange thoughts emerged in my heart, as if a hand was scratching my brain.I swear that in all my days I will never leave this bottle; I will always replenish it, and keep it forever full of the magic drink. "This stuff... is it good to drink?" The clown grinned and asked me. I saw his teeth for the first time.Every time he opened his mouth and smiled, the bells on his clothes would jingle, as if there was a mysterious pipeline connected between every bell and every tooth. "I want another drink." I begged the clown. Just then Grandpa Floyd burst in from the street outside, tripping up several dwarves along the way.He reached out and snatched the bottle from the clown. "You bastard!" he yelled. The dwarves raised their heads to look at Grandpa Floyd, stayed for a while, and then went back to playing their games. While reading the bun book, I suddenly saw a plume of black smoke rise from the book, and then I felt my fingers burn, as if they were on fire.I hurriedly dropped the book and the magnifying glass.The tourists around thought I was bitten by a poisonous snake, and they all gathered around and stared at me. "It's okay, I yelled to them, and then picked up the magnifying glass and the bun book that were lying on the floor. It turned out that under the scorching sun, my magnifying glass turned into a fire mirror, which ignited the bun book.I stretched out my fingers and flipped through the pages, only to find a burnt mark on the page I had just read. My heart was on fire, too, as I began to see that much of what was described in Bun's book resonated very well with my own experience. I sat in front of the temple door, muttering the lines that the gnomes of the magic island recited at the banquet. "Father and son look for a beautiful woman who loses herself...a magnifying glass the size of a goldfish bowl that fits perfectly in the gap of a goldfish bowl...a goldfish won't reveal the island's secrets, but a bun book will...solitaire Games are a family curse..." There is no doubt that there is some mysterious connection between the Bun Book and my own life.How could this be? I have no idea.What is amazing is not only Floyd's Magic Island, but even this little book itself is a magical work. I suddenly thought, could this book be imagined when I was feeling the world around me? But, this is a finished book. It was very hot, but cold sweat came down my back. Dad finally walked out of the Goseong Museum.As soon as I saw him, I jumped up from the rock I was sitting on and asked him three or four questions about the High City of Athens and ancient Greek culture.I have to think about something that has nothing to do with the bun book.