Chapter 27 clown in december

1 In the fifth year as a cartographer, the world was drawn nearly a quarter under the ruler in my hand.I still feel a little slow.So I speed up.Before I knew it, the ruler in my hand turned faster and faster, and it turned out my thirteenth month of this year.I met that clown this month. There is a clown in everyone's heart.I have heard this sentence. When I saw that clown, I had just come back from the outside, and he was sitting at my desk where I usually draw.The windows are wide open, letting in the scent of lemon blossoms this season.The clown doesn't wear a buffin hat, colorful pompadour, or brightly colored sausage mouth.But I just knew that he was the clown who lived in my heart.

The clown said: "I saw you drew the road to the future on paper, but I want to draw another road for you, leading to your heart." After he finished speaking, he really started. I happen to have a full set of drawing tools on my desk.I saw the drawing pen start between his thumb and forefinger, climb over a hill to his middle finger, his ring finger, his little finger, and back again.The clock in the room kept ringing for some reason, and the tick-tock sound urged my heartbeat frequency.I felt short of breath and felt my tie loosen. The clown started to draw.I held my breath listening to the familiar sound of rubbing paper and pen.

Just for a moment, about ten seconds. "Okay," he said. I found myself swallowing my saliva. He handed me the blueprint.I saw a one-way street drawn on the paper, pointing to the garden outside my window. "I have to go." He said.In an instant it flipped out of my window lightly and disappeared behind the row of lemon trees in the garden.The room suddenly became quiet again.The thirteen clocks and clocks placed in the room on weekdays in order to catch up with the time, I do not know when—— All stopped. 2 I followed out suspiciously and turned into the garden. The scent of lemons was in the air, and I searched for traces of the clown, but only saw the white lemon blossoms among the green leaves twinkling in the sunlight, like stars in the daytime.

Like the two of me inside and outside the mirror, the garden looked the same as usual. I thought I had drawn a conclusion.Suddenly many people broke into my garden.I began to discern that the world was a little different than usual.At least these people won't be my neighbors or anything. They are a bunch of dwarves. Dozens of dwarves swarmed into my garden, holding their tools—some of the familiar drafting tools, large and small, that I knew. They talked to me for a while, and finally I finally understood what they meant. They said, "Since you are the best cartographer in the world, only you can draw this map."

A map of the world in my mind. 3 I never imagined the world in my heart. Outside the garden is the street I am familiar with, and I can go anywhere with my eyes closed.But there are no steam buses, no steam-electric trailers, and I'm at a loss.I followed the dwarves the other way.From under the seventh lemon tree in the garden they raised a round circle of sod like the manhole cover of a secret tunnel.We started from the ground. The dwarves took me to the king of this world. In the winding underground tunnel, the light of the ore is like water shining on the wall, and I saw a round room with dim light at the end.In the backlight of the room, there is a person who is writing a book, his shadow crawls on the ground and sticks to the wall, reflecting the shape of the clown's unique buffen hat and puffy pants.He stopped and turned to greet me.I see the star mark on his left eye, the brightly colored sausage mouth on his mouth.Everything is a clown costume.

He is the king here. The king took a meter-long ruler and drew a straight line on the bottom of his feet.In an instant, his shadow disappeared on the wall.Standing in front of me, he dressed up brightly, close to my ear. "Can you understand now?" He tapped the ruler on the tip of our toes where there was a mark drawn by a ruler a few seconds ago. "The heart is one world, the reality is another, and they meet here." At the toes where we touch each other, it's like the intersection of light and shadow. I could smell the faint scent of lemon on him. I know, he is the clown in my heart.

4 Also the king here. The king snapped his fingers.The dwarves brought huge crystals.The king drew several rays of light on the crystal, and the world appeared in his crystal, divided into four parts-the sky, the land, the sea, and this underground. I spy on the whole world from the crystal. Giant sea turtles swim in the sky, with wizards' castles built on their backs.The ocean is the territory of the elves, hidden in the shells, and running on the coral bed are small and exquisite elves.Here in the ground, a city was built, and the dwarves lived here.But the ground is just a slightly rolled drawing in the crystal.The drawings depict the scenery of my world.

"In the beginning, all were on the ground," said the king. He struck the crystal, and the room was filled with light. "But the ground becomes a drawing of reality. The dwarves return to the ground, the elves go to the deep sea, and the wizards move to the sky." The king motioned me to look at the crystal again. This time I saw the only land outside the scroll of drawings—my garden.And I have neglected it for a long time, the mountain wall next to the sea behind the garden.The waves slapped on the mountain wall, broke into white petals, and withered and fell.On a reef protruding from the middle of the mountain wall, I saw the curled--

a giant. I know a giant with a lemon garden who can fill every inch of the ground with beautiful flowers that fill the world with floral fragrance.For some reason, this giant lived in my heart. "Now, I need you to carve out a piece of land from reality and leave it to my important subject," said the king. 5 The dwarves brought all the tools before me.I thought about it for a long time.In less than ten seconds, I handed over the drawing to the king.I came back to reality again.The next day back, the clock was missing one, but started working normally. The morning light oozes from the line where the sea meets the sky, and I stand in the garden looking at the protruding rock.

nothing.There are no giants either. I seem to have had a long dream.About a month long.When I looked at those star-like lemon flowers again, they all turned into pale yellow oval fruits. None of them look like the circle I drew. I used a compass to make a circle on the king's graph paper.I promise that the giant may mark out the boundaries of his garden with any compasses the king may furnish.And I, will get all the flowers in that circular garden. I think that must be the most perfect circle. 6 Back in the study where I first saw the clown, I found a note on the table. It read: "You are the best draftsman in the world."

I raised my lips, knowing that these were not dreams.