Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

As an excellent diviner, Matilda naturally uses various spices for divination - for example, now, she uses various tea leaves brought by Mane Gravel to perform divination, which is an ancient way of divination. Interpret the shape, distribution and texture of the tea leaves in the cup.

Of course Matilda had a crystal ball, so she didn't need a cup for divination.

Garabana laughed at himself and said, "I almost forgot. I stayed with humans for too long, and now I remember that mysticism is a convenient thing."

The divination ceremony was quickly prepared, and Matilda said: "I need your help now. Take a deep breath...and place your hand on the crystal ball."

Garabana and Mane Gravel did so. Matilda nodded with satisfaction, "Next, imagine what Kumar looks like in your mind..."

The other two closed their eyes and imagined what Kumar would look like. Thin mist appeared in the darkness, and a pair of tortoiseshell-colored glasses appeared in the crystal ball. This was wrong, Kumar was not wearing glasses. Then, a train station appeared in the crystal ball.

Everyone was a little surprised and couldn't figure out what the connection was between Kumar and the train station. Could it be that Kumar was going to take the train and run away? The next scene surprised everyone even more; the crystal ball was instantly covered with black mucus, and a mask appeared in the crystal ball.

"What?!" Matilda yelled, "The Hand of Reshaping has arrived at Moruponka?!"

On the other side, khaki electric tricycles were driving in the streets, and Kanjira, other children, and Sharja were lobbying the villagers. Their plan was relatively successful. Several villagers believed their words and joined in the lobbying action.

Kanjira directed the children like a little adult, "Ajar, go and ask those people to get on the bus. My caravan can carry a few people. Then we are going to the train station... Sharjata Woolen cloth?"

A train has arrived at the station, and it’s still too late to leave now..." Ajar pointed in one direction of the village and said, "She seems to be going to that side of the village. "

Kanjila looked in the direction Ajar was pointing, and suddenly felt that things were starting to get tricky. She jumped out of the caravan and said to Ajar: "You ask a few more villagers to get on the car, and I will help Teacher Sharja."

Teacher Sharja encountered some troubles. She was persuading a middle-aged man with a sad face, "Sir, please persuade your father again... This time the situation is different..."

"There's nothing I can do about this." The muscles on the middle-aged man's face were squeezed together, and the wrinkles squeezed out were no less than those of his father. "My father..."

He sighed heavily, "You know, my father doesn't like Gina learning those human things. I don't know how many times I've been scolded by him since I let Gina study here..."

An old man came over, his tone was unhappy, "Rajesh, who are you talking to here? There is still a shortage of helpers in the kitchen, hey! Why is it you!"

Sharja spoke very quickly, "Old sir, listen to me. This matter is very serious...I...I, the situation is urgent and I cannot tell you in detail...Anyway, this village will be destroyed by a meteorite, you Take your family and leave the village."

"Ha! Meteorite!" The old man's beard trembled, and he pointed his skinny finger at Sharja and said mercilessly: "Stop using these words to deceive people! You have been here dozens of times, don't you just want to Shall I leave here? Humph! There is no way!"

Then, the old man picked up the broom beside the door and was about to hit Sharja. Fortunately, the middle-aged man stopped his father. The middle-aged man persuaded him: "Father! You can't do this. Sharja at least helped..." …”

The old man yelled: "You have no place to speak here! Let me go! I will kill this human being..."

Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps nearby, and then a little girl shouted: "Pengji! Stop him!"

The little snake shot out from Kanjila's wrist, landed in front of the old man and blew out a cloud of non-toxic smoke. This startled the old man, and he took a few steps back with his rickety body. The old man looked at Kanjila angrily and said angrily: "You! How could you..."

"Shut up! You pig!" Kanjila roared. She stood between the old man and Sharja, like a cobra in an attacking posture. "Sharja has helped you so many times, but you still want to find someone." She is troublesome. Sharja is kind enough to help you, but you still treat her like this. You deserve to be smashed by a star!"

"You...you..." The old man was shaking all over and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Kanjila snorted coldly, took Sharja's hand, and said, "Sharja, let's go! This kind of person is not worthy of our help!"

Sharja wanted to say something more, but Kanjila used all her strength to pull her away.

"Wait a minute, Kanjila...you're hurting me."

The two stopped under a wall. Kanjila turned around, her chest filled with anger and heaving violently. She said, "Why do you want to go over there asking for trouble? They usually bully you like that... and you still..." "

"Kanjila, I..." Sharja wanted to say something, but she suddenly saw the sparkling light in Kanjila's eyes and was at a loss.

"Obviously... obviously you are usually so nice to them... but they treat you like this..." Kanjila wiped her eyes with her sleeves, her eyes were slightly red, "You... you don't care about them! Come with me. , I have a place for you here! The train has arrived at this point, let’s go!”

"Kanjila." Sharja leaned down and looked level with Kanjila, and said in a gentle and slow tone as usual: "Although I can be angry and ignore them. But what is the difference between me and them if I do this? ?I can't just let them lose their lives."

"But...but..."

Sharja said earnestly: "Kanjira, hatred will never stop, but someone has to stand up and stop it all."

Kanjila lowered her head and looked at her toes, and said in a slow voice like squeezing out toothpaste: "I...I don't understand...but you choose them every time...you consider them every time...I don't I understand why you did this, aren’t we all important in your eyes?”

Sharja took Kanjila's hand and said seriously: "It's important! Why isn't it important? You are all my treasures. Kanjila, whether it is a human being or a mystic, every life is equal. Everyone deserves respect and help. In this natural disaster, it doesn't matter who is right or wrong. What we need is to successfully evacuate everyone in the village."

Kanjila already knew what Sharja was thinking. She felt that her stomach was churning, and an unspeakable sourness filled her whole body, and finally concentrated around her eyes. "If...if only...I wasn't a mystic." Now...so that I can be with Ajar, with you...just like you."

She could no longer hold back her tears, and they fell to the ground like teardrops bursting from a dam. "Although I don't know the words, I understand the principles... Teacher Sharja... I am no longer a child, I... I I don’t want to lose you, I don’t want you to disappear with the village…come with me and get out of here.”

"No, I can't, Kanjila." Sharja shook her head. This was one of the biggest decisions she had ever made in her life; the earliest decision was to stay in this village and take care of these children. Now she has to choose between the survival of her children and the villagers.

"I can't watch them disappear here. As I said before, if I give up on them, what difference will it make to them? Every life deserves to be treated equally..."

The little girl's sharp voice interrupted her, "Then you should be your savior! Let's go on our own!" Kanjila shouted. She turned around abruptly, her crystal tears glaring in the sunlight.

The hand that was stretched out to retain him was put down feebly, and Sharja looked at Kanjila's leaving back, his face pale. Yes, she knew that she could not force anyone to accept her ideas, especially Kanjila, the quirky little girl who had always been by her side, who felt powerless and painful because of her persistence.

Kanjila returned to the caravan, her vision blurred by tears, and she punched the steering wheel hard, causing the caravan to scream in pain.

"I...I will never pay attention to her again!" Kanjila wiped away her tears, started the engine, and the caravan roared and drove towards the train station.

Is Kanjila really such a heartless person? Perhaps only Sharja understood that behind Kanjila's anger was her worry and regret for herself. Kanjila didn't really hate helping others, but she was afraid that Sharja would neglect her own safety in the process of helping others.

The little girl is afraid of losing this teacher who treats her well.

She was right, she was right.

And our Wei Mingye, Wilding and Sonnet are still on their way.