Chapter 50 7 of Hearts ... the bun maker shouts into the magic funnel ...

It wasn’t until I woke up the next morning that I suddenly realized that the old baker I met in Dürf was actually my own grandfather, and the girl whose hair was shaved must have lived in my hometown in Norway. grandmother. I have no doubts about that.At the banquet on Magic Island, although the dwarf did not say clearly that the girl with the shaved hair was my grandmother, nor did he point out that the baker in Dulf was my grandfather, but in Norway, the name is "Lini" and there is German Boyfriend's girls, no matter how you count them, there will not be many. However, the whole truth of the matter is still a mystery.Many of the lines recited by the dwarves in the "Harlequin Game" on Magic Island have been forgotten by Hans, and he can't recall them all his life, so he never told Albert or others.One day, can we find all these lines and let this card game come to a successful conclusion? After the magic island sank into the sea, all clues disappeared without a trace, and even Hans could not find out more information when he was alive .It is even less likely today that we would breathe life into Frod's playing cards, resurrect the dwarfs, and ask them to tell us what they said in a game of cards a hundred and fifty years ago.

To solve the whole mystery, there is only one clue left: if the clown of Magic Island is still alive in this world, then he may still remember the game on the island. I had to convince my parents to take a detour to the village of Dulf on the way back, even though the village is located in a remote mountainous area, and my father's vacation was running out.At the same time, I had to be careful not to let my parents see the bun book. I really wanted to go into that little bakery in the village of Dulph and say to the old baker, "I'm back—I'm coming from a country in the South, and I'm bringing my father. He's your old man's own son."

Over breakfast, my parents and I kept talking about my grandfather.I decided to wait until my parents were finishing breakfast before revealing this big, amazing secret.I know that my parents have already seen me as a freak and don't quite believe what I say because I accidentally leaked too much information about the bun book.Alas, I have to be patient and let them have a good breakfast. When Mom went to get her second cup of coffee, I looked straight at Dad and said, literally, "I'm so glad we finally found Mom in Athens, but there's one card in this card game that still doesn't exist." Not found, so the game is not over yet. However, I have found the card."

Dad looked back at his mother with a helpless look on his face.Then he looked at me and asked, "Hans Thomas, what's wrong with you again?" I just stared at my father: "Do you remember, when we drove south and passed through the village of Dulf, the old baker bought me a bottle of soda and gave me four buns, and at that time, you were sitting Drinking Alpine brandy with some locals in the Waldermart tavern?" Dad nodded. "That old baker is your real father!" I said. "Crap!" He snorted through his nostrils and looked like a tired old horse, but he had to face the facts anyway.

"We don't have to be here to discuss this right now," I said. "But you should know that what I said is 100 percent true." Mom came back with a cup of coffee.When she heard that our father and son were discussing about grandfather again, she couldn't help but sighed deeply, her face full of helplessness.Dad's reaction is similar to that of mother, but after all, we father and son have been together for many years and understand each other's thoughts better.He knew that it was best not to dismiss my words as nonsense until the truth of the matter was found out.He knew, too, that I was a buffoon just like him, and that kind of person sometimes sees something big in a flash of light.

"Why do you think that man is my father?" Dad asked me. It was impossible for me to tell him that this incident was recorded in the bun book, in black and white.Fortunately, last night I had already thought up a set of words. "First of all, his name is Ludwig." I began to explain. "It's a common name in Switzerland and Germany," said Papa. "The name may be common, but the old baker told me he was in Grimm during the war." "Is that what he said?" "Well, he didn't speak in Norwegian," I said. "I told him I was from Arendal. He cried out. He was in that dergrimme Stadt too. He was talking about Arendal, I think. Nearby town of Grimm."

Dad shook his head. "Grimstadt? In German, it means that terrible city. He probably meant the town of Ellendal... It was during World War II, and there were many in southern Norway. German soldiers." "That's right," I said. "But only one was my grandfather. This German soldier went to the village of Dürf in Switzerland and became a baker. That's what life is all about." Dad decided to make a long-distance call to his grandmother in his hometown in Norway.I don't know the real reason why he made the phone call: was it influenced by what I said, or to fulfill the responsibility of a son of man, he called to tell his mother that he had found her old man's wife in Athens.No one answered the phone at Grandma's house, so Dad called Aunt Ingrid's again.His aunt told him that his grandmother had suddenly decided to travel to the Alps and had now set off.

Hearing the news, I couldn't help whistling. "Master Bun shouted into the magic funnel, and the voice was heard hundreds of miles away." I recited a line from the dwarf. Dad was stunned when he heard it, his face was full of surprise and bewilderment. "Didn't you say that before?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "The old baker finally realized that the little boy he met was his own grandson. It's not impossible. Besides, he saw you with his own eyes. Dad, blood is thicker than water! Perhaps, it occurred to him, after all these years, he might as well call Norway and ask whose grandson the Ellendal boy who showed up in his shop was.As soon as the phone was connected, the old couple rekindled their old feelings, just like your parents and you two in Athens. "

As a result, our family of three drove north to the village of Dulf in Switzerland. My parents didn’t believe that the old baker was my grandfather, but they also knew that I would never let him go Their ears are clean. When we arrived in Como, we checked into the same mini hotel we had stayed in the previous time.The playground had been demolished—and the gypsy woman who had told my fortune was gone—but this time I had a room to myself, which was a small compensation.After such a long journey, I felt very tired, but I decided to finish reading the bun book before going to bed.