"Fei Lin thinks that Fei Lin is against you staying here first. ”

"Don't play word games with servants. But have you forgotten? Filmin negotiated a deal with you, exchanging one secret for another. ”

Filmin hadn't forgotten, but he wasn't sure if Filmin still wanted to know. "Where did the servants come from and why did they come from?" asked Filin softly.

"Hmm. He stood for a moment, then asked solemnly, "Do you really want to know the answers to these questions?"

"Where did the servant come from and why did he come from?" said Film, repeating the question slowly.

In a moment he froze. In front of Film, he was not the sharp-toothed and unusually witty servant that Filmin was familiar with, but a thin and fragile man, with pale skin and a thin skeleton, and even his hair was more illusory and unreal than the average person.

His black-and-white blouse was adorned with silver bells, his ridiculous rat-headed token was his only weapon in a court full of suspicion and intrigue, and his elusive mysteries.

For a moment, Filin wished he hadn't proposed the deal, and he would have preferred that he wasn't so curious.

He sighed and looked around Firin's room, and stood before the tapestry in which the wise king had saluted the ancient spirit, and when he glanced up, he smiled sourly, as if he had found in it a humor that Filin could not see.

He stood like a poet about to sing, then stopped and stood there looking directly at Filin again. "Do you really want to know, Kaz Kid?"

Filming repeats the question as if reciting a prayer: "Where did the servant come from and why did he come?"

"Where's the fight?, oh, where is the fight?" he touched his nose with the mouse, pondering how to answer his question, and looked into Film's eyes.

"Head south, Kaz. Go beyond the boundaries of every map Hermes has ever seen, and then go beyond the map of those countries and cross the borders of those countries.

Heading south, then eastward across the nameless ocean, you'll find a narrow peninsula, and at the top of the winding edge you'll find the village where the servant was born, and maybe a mother recalls babies as white as worms.

And how she hugged Filin to her warm chest and sang softly. ”

He glanced at Filin, and smiled at Filin's incredulous and fascination expression. "You can't imagine it, can you?

Let Filmin give you another hard time. She has long, deep, curly hair and green eyes. Think about it! These rich colors are also crystal clear. So, who is the father of this little pale baby?

Film's father was a pair of cousins, as it was custom in Filmin's hometown.

One of them was a sturdy, swarthy and cheerful man, with rosy lips and brown eyes, and a peasant scent of soil and fresh air.

The other was a thin, thin poet-singer, with a golden glow and blue eyes. Oh, how they loved and rejoiced in Film, and the three of them and the whole village loved Filmin. ”

His voice softened, then fell silent.

Convinced that no one had heard what Filin was hearing, he remembered the last time Filin entered his room, he saw a delicate doll in the cradle, and the servant cherished the doll with the affection he had received. Filmin waited for him to continue.

"Wait until Film...... When he is old enough, he bids farewell to them, leaves his hometown to find his place in history, and chooses where to turn history around. This is the place that Filmin has chosen, and it was destined from the moment Filmin was born, so I came here to pledge allegiance to Creek.

Fei Lin gathered all the threads of fate in his hands and did his best to weave and color them, hoping that this would affect the fate of Fei Lin after him. ”

Filmin shook his head. "Filmin doesn't understand what you just said. ”

"Oh. He shook his head and let the bell sway. "Filmin promised to tell you his secrets, but he didn't say that he would make you understand everything. ”

"You have to let the other person really understand that you can really send a message. Filming retorted with a direct quote from Etro.

The servant was considering whether to accept Filin's claim. "You understand what Filin is talking about. ”

He compromised, "You just don't accept it." Film has never been so open to you, and perhaps it makes you wonder about it. ”

He was serious, but Filin shook his head again. "What you say doesn't make sense at all! You go somewhere else to find your place in history? How is it possible? History is something that has passed. ”

He shook his head slowly this time. "History is what people do in their lives, and people make history as they live. He smiled mysteriously. "The future is another kind of history. ”

"No one knows what the future holds. Filmin agreed.

He laughed even more. "Can't you?" he asked Filin softly.

"Kaz, perhaps, somewhere there is a record of the future, and not by one man, but if the metaphors, visions, prophecies, and signs of a whole people have been recorded.

Referring to each other and interlocking with each other, don't these people weave their own future?"

"That's ridiculous!" Filin protested, "who knows if that's true?"

Once this cloth is woven, the tapestry of prophecy is woven, and it will not be a matter of years, but thousands of years, before it will be revealed to the world again, and people will be amazed at how accurate the prophecy is.

Don't forget, those who keep records are people of other races, and unusually long-lived races. It's a fair-skinned and beautiful race, and sometimes it intermarries with humans, and then what?"

He spun around in circles, suddenly excited and inexplicably self-absorbed: "Then, when certain people are born, they know that they will evoke the memory of history, and then they are inspired to take steps to find their place in the history of the future, and perhaps further accept the urge to examine the connections of hundreds of threads."

Then, it's up to me to weave the threads here into cloth, and in the process of weaving them, I can change the pattern of the tapestry and change the color of the twisted weft for the future, and then I can turn the world around. ”

Filmin was now sure he was laughing at himself. "More than a thousand years ago, we might have seen someone who could change the world in such a way, perhaps a wise king or a philosopher, shaping the minds of thousands of people.

But what about you and the servants of Filin? People are just pawns—insignificant. ”

He shook his head pityingly. "Nothing makes it impossible for Filin to understand you people.

You roll the dice and you know that a single turn of the dice can turn the whole game around, or you deal cards and say that a person's fortune may depend entirely on a single hand that plays cards, but when it comes to a person's life, you scoff at it, and say how can this useless fellow, a fisherman, a carpenter, a thief, or a chef do anything great in this world?

Therefore you haste and do nothing, and throw away your lives like candles in the wind. ”

"Not all people are destined to do big things. Filmin reminded him.

"Are you sure, Katz? Are you sure? What is the point of living without contributing to the great life of this whole world?

Why can't a mother say to herself that if she takes good care of this child, cares for him, and cares for him, he will bring joy to those around him, and I will change the world in this way?

Why can't a farmer plant and tell his neighbor that the seed he sows today will feed someone, and that's how Filmin changes the world?"

"This is philosophy, servant. Filinco never had time to study any of this. ”

"No, Kaz, it's life, and there's no one who doesn't have time to think about these things. In fact, every life in the world should think about this, think about it in every moment of the heartbeat, otherwise what is the purpose of getting up every day?"

"Servant, this is beyond Filin's comprehension. Filin declared uneasily.

Filmin had never seen him so passionate, let alone heard him speak so bluntly. It's like Filmin stirring up the gray embers of charcoal, and then suddenly finds the charcoal fire glistening in the depths of the embers. He did burn the fire too brightly.

"No, Kaz. I have believed this through you. He reached out and tapped the film lightly with the rat. "The beginning, the gate, the turning point, the catalyst. These are you, and always have been.

Whenever he comes to a turning point, whenever he smells an unfamiliar smell, whenever he puts his nose to the ground and barks and sniffs while looking for it, and then he smells a smell, your smell.

You create possibilities, and when you exist, you can manipulate the future.

Filin came here for you, Kaz. You are the thread that the film has woven, and it should be said that it is one of the threads. ”

Filmin suddenly had a sense of foreboding. Whatever else he wanted to say, he didn't want to hear it. There was a thin howl somewhere far away, and it was a wolf howling at noon.

Filin couldn't help but shiver, and every hair on his body stood on end.

"You're kidding!" said Film, smiling nervously, "Filmin should have known that you wouldn't tell the real secret." ”

"It's you or not, it's the same. Keys, pointers, and knots in the rope. Fihrin saw the end of the world, Kaz, and watched it be woven when Fihrin was born.

Oh, not in the time you film, but can one happily say that people are now at dusk rather than late at night?

Should people rejoice that they are only suffering, but stand idly by when they learn that your descendants will experience a painful curse?

"Servant, he doesn't want to hear any more. ”

"You had a chance to say no to me, but you asked three times, so keep listening!"