"That's right! Yes, I packed the ticket, these fairy tales were made up by Mr. An himself", Hua Mian said busily, and at the same time apologized to Andersen more than a dozen times in his heart.

Sikong Yue sat back at the table at this time, thought for a while and then said, "But you say, if that Mr. An hadn't experienced it himself, how could he write so vividly?" It must have been written according to someone! ”

Seeing that Sikong Yue said decisively, Hua Mian couldn't cry or laugh, she didn't study literature or history, and she really didn't know the lives of these writers at all, so she could only say with a sloppy eye: "Or people are everyone in the literary world."

"This is strange, if it is everyone in the literary world, how can I never hear of it?"

"He has been driving Hexi many years ago, and I don't know which country he is from, Sister Yehua has been stationed at the border for many years, and it is normal that she has not heard of it", Hua Mian's explanation made me feel that I couldn't help it, but it was indeed true.

"Since that's the case, I won't pursue it anymore, it's still early, Sister Huamian can tell two more stories to listen to"

Since she was taken aback by Sikong Yue's reaction just now, Hua Mian thought that it would be better to tell a story with a better ending, "Since that's the case, then I'll tell my sister a story about an ugly duckling."

When Hua Mian returned to her carriage, it was already night, Xiao Cui left her a light, she couldn't stay up and had fallen asleep first, Hua Mian was not in a hurry to sleep, and took out her mobile phone with her back to Xiao Cui to read the storybook inside.

I don't know what the composition of the literary world in this world is, but I think back to the first time I met Sikong Xiao, the other party didn't know that the name he said came from Tang Yin's poems, and on weekdays, His Royal Highness Eleventh didn't seem to have heard them mention any of the literary masters who appeared in the world over there, but these don't matter, anyway, she doesn't remember it herself, maybe if she can remember those, what poems and songs are at her fingertips, she may not have traveled to this world.

Fortunately, the food in this world is relatively poor, so even if you only have such a specialty as cooking, you can successfully find a job, Hua Mian looked at the story of the ugly duckling on the phone screen, it's really good, and there will be a day when you become a swan, and you are not as good as the ugly duckling, at least it is a swan itself.

Hua Mian was watching, and the sound of Xi Suosuo's clothes rubbing behind him sounded, and he hurriedly pressed his mobile phone to look back, Xiao Cui seemed to be shaken by the candle on the table and woke up.

"Sister Huamian...... You're back......", Cui rubbed her eyes and struggled to stand up with one hand on the cushion spread underneath her.

"You don't have to get up, lie down and continue to sleep, I'm going to sleep too", Hua Mian said and kicked the phone into her arms, stretched out her head and blew out the candle, pulled the blanket and clothes on the side and lay down.

Xiao Cui still wanted to say something to Hua Mian, but she couldn't stay up and muttered a few words and fell asleep, Xiao Jin, who was in charge of driving at night, would also go back to their palace people's tents to rest, there was silence outside the carriage, I don't know if there was too much chat with Sikong Yue, Hua Mian didn't want to sleep at all now, just closed her eyes and thought about her own business.

In a trance, half-asleep and half-awake, a vague music came in through the closed car window, I couldn't hear what the instrument was, I had never heard a tune, I had experienced the exercise of various banquets, Hua Mian had basically heard all the famous tunes in this country, but this one from outside had really never been heard.