Chapter 5 little john three

Where is he, Presto? —Where is your little master? —What a surprise when waking up in the boat among the reeds—only myself—the master disappeared without a trace.This can teach worry and fear. ——You have been running around for a long time now, and you can't stop whining excitedly looking for him? —Poor Presto.How can you sleep so soundly, and not notice your master leaving the ship?Usually as long as he moves, you wake up.Your usual sensitive nose is not for your use today.You can hardly tell where the master came ashore, and he is completely lost on this sand-hill.Your zealous spirit will not help you either.Oh, the despair!The master is gone!Gone without a trace! -- Then look for him, Presto, look for him!Hold on, right in front of you, on the hillside—isn't there a little, dark thing lying there?Take a good look at it!

The dog stood listening for some time, and stared into the distance.Then it suddenly raised its head, and with all the strength of its four thin legs, ran towards the dark spot on the hillside. When it was found, it was indeed the painfully missing little master, so it tried its best to express all its happiness and gratitude, but it seemed that it was not enough.It wags its tail, jumps, whines, barks, and nips and licks at the long-sought person, putting its cold nose on its face. "Be still, Presto, and go to your nest!" cried John in his half-sleep. How foolish the master is!Wherever I can see, there is no one nesting nearby.

The spirit of the little sleeper gradually became clearer.Presto's porridge—he was used to it every morning.But before his soul hangs the light dream of goblins and moonbeams, like the dawn mist on the landscape of hills.He was afraid the cool morning breath would drive it away. "Close your eyes," he thought, "or I'll see the clock and the carpet again, as usual." But he also lay strangely.He felt he hadn't been.Slowly and carefully, he opened his eyes a little bit. bright light!blue sky!cloud! So John opened his eyes wide and said, "Is that true?" Yes!He lay in the middle of the gang.The clear daylight warmed him; he breathed in the fresh air, and before his eyes a thin mist surrounded the distant forest.All he could see were the tall beech trees by the pool and the roof of his own house sticking out from above.Around him bees and beetles sang; overhead sang larks soaring, and in the distance came the barking of dogs and the clamor of distant cities.These are pure facts.

Yet had he dreamed of something or nothing?Where is Xuan'er?And that hare? He didn't see either.Only Presto sat beside him, wagging his tail and looking at him as if he had been waiting for a long time. "Have I really become a sleepwalker?" John asked himself. Near him is a rabbit hole.This is common on the hill.He stood up to look at it carefully.What did he feel in his clenched hand? He spread his hands, shaking from his spine to his heels.Is shining with a small, golden key. He sat silently for a long time. "Presto!" he said then, almost crying, "Presto, it's still true!"

Presto jumped up and tried to bark to show his master that he was hungry and he wanted to go home. Are you going home?Yes, John didn't think of that layer, and he didn't think much of it.But immediately he heard several voices calling his name.He then understood that his behavior could not be regarded as gentle and well-behaved by everyone, and he still had to wait for those very unkind words. In an instant, the tears of joy turned into tears of terror and regret.But he just thought about Xuan'er, who is now his friend and confidant, about the gift from the Demon King, and about all the gorgeous and undeniable truths of the past. He quietly, fettered by everything, went home. on the road.

The situation was more unfavorable than he expected.He didn't expect his family members to be so terrified and disturbed.He should solemnly admit that he will never be so naughty and careless again.This gave him another bond. "I can't," he said firmly, to the amazement of the people.He was questioned, pleaded, intimidated.But he only thought about Xuan'er and persisted.As long as he can keep Xuan'er's friendship, what punishment is he afraid of? For Xuan'er, there is nothing he can't bear.He pressed the small key tightly to his chest, and tightly closed his lips, answering every question with a shrug. "I can't be sure," he said forever.

But his father said: "Leave him alone, this is too strict for him. He must have encountered something strange. There will always be a time to tell us in the future." John smiled, ate his bread and butter in silence, and sneaked into his cabin.He cut a piece of cord from the window curtain, tied the precious key, and hung it close to his chest.So he went to school with confidence. He was really bad at school that day.He can't do his lessons, and he's totally oblivious.His thoughts were always on the side of the pool and the strange events of the previous night.He could hardly understand why a friend of the Demon King was now obliged to do arithmetic and conjugate verbs.But it was all true, and no one around knew it, and no one could believe it or doubt it, not even the teacher, though he too glanced deeply and called Johann contemptuously an idler. .He gladly took the bad criticism, and did the work of punishment, which his negligence had brought upon him.

"None of them can guess. They are free to scold me however they want. Xuan'er is always my friend, and to me, Xuan'er is better than all of them, including Mr." John's that's disrespectful.His respect for his countrymen had not increased since he had heard all their vices discussed the night before. He laughed when the teacher told how only man was given reason by God and placed above all animals as the master.This earned him another bad review and severe criticism.When his neighbor read the following in his book: "My wayward aunt is old in age, but not so big compared to the sun"—John hastened to cry out: " His!" 1

Everyone laughed at him, even the teacher, who was amazed at his conceited ignorance, taught John to stay and write a hundred times: "My wayward aunt is old, but compared with the sun, there is no I'm as big as Yi's,—bigger than the two, but it's my confusion." The students have all gone, and John sits alone in the vast campus and writes.The sunlight is happily reflected in, making countless white dust sparkle on the way it passes, and also forming bright spots on the white painted wall, and the metabolism of time is slowly moving.The teacher left and closed the door loudly.When John wrote of the twenty-fifth wayward aunt, a small, swift mouse, with beady black eyes and little satin ears, came noiselessly along the wall from the farthest corner of the class. Sneaked in.John kept silent, fearing to drive away the funny little animal.But this was not timid, and went to John's seat.It glanced sharply about for a moment with its small bright eyes, then jumped nimbly onto the chair, and jumped onto the desk where John was writing.

"Ah, ah," he said half to himself, "you're a brave mouse." "But I don't know who I have to be afraid of," said a small voice, and the mouse showed its white teeth like a smile. John has experienced many strange things-but at this time his eyes are still wide open.During the day and at school like this - it's unbelievable. "You don't need to be afraid from me," he whispered, still afraid of frightening the mouse—"Did you come from Xuan'er?" "I'm coming from there to tell you that the teacher was perfectly justified and that your punishment was justly proportionate."

"But what Xuan'er said, Sun Gai is male, and Sun is our father." "Yes, but no one needs to know otherwise. What does it have to do with humans. You never have to tell humans such subtle things. They are too coarse. Man is a horrible vicious and savage thing, He loves to grab and trample anything that comes within his reach. We Ratfolk know that from experience." "But, Mouse, why do you stay near them? Why don't you hide far away in the mountains and forests?" "Alas, we can no longer. We are too accustomed to urban flavors. If we are careful and keep our eyes out of their traps and their heavy feet, we can support ourselves in humans. Fortunately we also Fairly nimble. Worst of all, men and cats make an alliance to redeem their own stupidity--great misfortune. But there are owls and eagles in the woods, and we'll all be dead for a while. Well John, remember my advice, the teacher is here!" "Mice, mice, don't go. Ask Xuaner, what will I do with my spoon. I hang this shirt around my neck. On Saturday, I will change into a clean shirt. I am afraid that someone will Will see. Tell me, I'll be safest there, dear mouse." "In the field, forever in the field, this is the safest. Do you want me to store it for you?" "No, not in this school!" "Then bury it on the hill over there. I will tell my cousin, go to the wild mouse, and teach her to be more careful." "Thanks, Mouse." Peng, Peng!The teacher has arrived.At this moment, John was dipping the nib of his pen in the ink, and the mouse disappeared.The teacher, who wanted to go home himself, pardoned John forty-eight lines. For two days John lived in constant fear.He was severely watched, and every opportunity to sneak up on the hill was denied.It was already Golden Day, and he was still carrying that precious spoon to and fro.Tomorrow night he would have to change into a clean shirt, and someone would find the spoon and take it—he shuddered at the thought.He dared not hide in the house or in the garden; he felt that no place was safe enough. It's the evening of Golden Day, and dusk has already broken in.John sat by the window of his bedroom, looking out from the garden in the green grass, looking at the distant Gangfu. "Xuan'er! Xuan'er! Help me," he muttered sadly. There was a soft flapping sound nearby, he smelled the fragrance of lily of the valley, and suddenly heard a familiar, sweet voice. Xuan'er sat close to him on the window sill, shaking a long-stemmed lily-of-the-valley. "There you are at last!—I long for you so much!" said John. "Come with me, John, and we'll bury your spoon." "I can't," John sighed dismally. But when Xuan'er held his hand, he felt that he was as light as a dandelion seed with feathers, floating away in the quiet evening sky. "Xuaner," said John floating, "I love you so much. I believe that I can lay down everything for you, Lian Presto!" Xuan'er kissed him and asked, "Lian Simon?" "Well, it doesn't matter to him whether I like Simon or not. I think he thinks it's childish. Simon only likes the fish woman, and that's only when he's hungry. From what you see Come on, is Simon an ordinary cat, Xuan'er?" "No, it was a person before." Hoo-Peng! - A gold bug 2 bumps into John. "Can't you see a little more clearly," Jin Chong said unfairly, "the goblins are flying around, as if they have rented out all the air! It will be so useless, they are always floating around just for their own happiness,— ——And our generation, fulfilling our duty, is always pursuing food, as long as we can eat, we will eat as much as we can, but they are driven to the side of the road." It whimpered and flew away. "Does it think it's bad if we don't eat it?" John asked. "That's right, gold bugs are like that. Gold bugs think this is their highest duty, so they chew much more. Shall I tell you a story about a young gold bug?" "Okay, let's talk, Xuan'er!" "There once was a beautiful little gold bug that just popped out of the ground. Well, it was a wonder. It sat all year in the dark underground, waiting for the first warm night. Wait until it All the green leaves and songbirds made it very flustered as it poked its head out of the ground. It didn't know how to open its hands. It used its antennae to touch the small grass stalks near the ground and fanned itself. Stretching it as if stretching it out. Then it felt that it was male. It was a beautiful model of the race, with brilliant black forefeet, a dusty hind belly, and a breastplate that radiated like a mirror. Fortunately, it saw another gold bug nearby. Although it was not as beautiful, it flew out the day before, so it was indeed old. Because it was so young, it called it very humbly. that one. 'What is it, my friend? ' asked the one from above, because it saw that this one was new, 'do you want to ask me the way? ' 'No, I beg your pardon,' said the young humbly, 'I don't know how I must begin here.What should I do to make gold bugs? ' 'Oh, so,' said the other, 'then don't you know?I understand you, I used to be like this too.Listen carefully, I'm about to tell you.The most important thing in the life of a gold bug is to chew.Not far from here is a precious linden grove, which was planted for us, and it is our duty to chew it vigorously and diligently. ' 'Who put this linden tree there? ' asked the young beetle. 'Ah, a big thing, it's done well for us.Every morning he walks through the woods, and whoever chews the most takes him away, to a fine house.That room was shining with clear light—all the gold bugs were happily reunited there.But if anyone does not chew it, but flies around all night, it will be caught by bats. ' 'Who is that? ' asked the new guy. 'It was a hideous monster with sharp teeth, which came suddenly behind us, and devoured us with a cruel snap. ' Just as the beetles were saying this, they could hear a clear humming sound piercing their hearts, 'Oh, that's it! ' said the elder loudly. 'Take care of it, young friend.Thank you, I happened to let you know.You have a whole night ahead, don't delay it.The less you eat, the more misfortune will be eaten by bats.Only those who can choose the duties of a decent life go to a room with clear light.Remember it!Duties of decent living! ' The beetle, which had been older all day, crawled away between the grass stalks, leaving this one bewildered. —Do you know what the duties of life are, John?not stop?The young beetle did not know either.This matter is connected with chewing, and it understands it.But what must it do to get to the bodhi tree? Near it stood a slender, powerful grass stalk, swaying gently in the evening wind.It uses its six bent legs to hold it firmly.Seen from below, it looks like a tall giant and is very dangerous.But the gold bug still has to go up.This is what life is all about, it thought, and began timidly to ascend.It was slow, and it slid back again and again, yet it went on; and when at last it climbed to the highest tip, and swayed and swayed on it, it felt content and happy.What does it see there?In it, it seems to see the whole world.What bliss is it to be surrounded by air on all sides!It tries to puff out its hind belly.It is very interesting!It always goes up!It raised its elytra in great joy, and temporarily shook its wings. —it's going up!Ever soaring up, - flapping its wings again, talons to prevent the grass stalk from falling off, and - oh, happy! ... Ph-huh--it flew--free and happy--into the still, warm evening air. " "What next?" John asked. "The latter part is not interesting, I will tell you next time." They flew across the pond, and two migratory white butterflies fluttered together. "Where is this journey going, goblins?" they asked. "Go to the big hill rose that blooms on the slope over there." "We're going with you all the way!" It has been clearly seen from a distance that she has many bright yellow and soft flowers.The little buds have been dyed bright red, and the close flowers still have red stripes, as a mark of that time, when they were still buds.Wild roses bloom in lonely tranquility, and fill the surroundings with their wonderfully sweet fragrance.This is so gorgeous that the gang monsters depend on them for their food.Butterflies hovered above them, and kissed one by one. "We're here because we want to entrust you with a treasure," Xuan'er said loudly, "will you take care of this for us?" "Why not? Why not?" Gang Qiangwei said softly, "I don't suffer from waiting—if people don't remove me, I don't want to move around. I have sharp thorns." So came the Vole, the cousin of the School Mouse, and dug a path under the roots of the rose.It goes into the key. "If you want to take it back, you should call me again. Then, you don't need to make things difficult for Qiangwei." The rose weaves its thorny branches over the entrance, and with solemn consent, faithfully guards.Butterfly is the witness. The next morning John awoke in his own bed, beside Presto, beside the clock and the rug.The rope that hung around his neck with the key was gone. -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ 1. In Dutch, the sun is feminine, so "I" must be used, and "he" is wrong.back to the article 2. Formerly known as Taurus, or scarab, it is a golden-green beetle that eats the flowers and leaves of plants.The larvae hide in the ground, are white, and eat the roots of plants, commonly known as ground silkworms; the so-called grubs in old books.back to the article