True Star 《巨星 》 Ju Xing
True Star Chapter 137, Volume 2, the Budding Talent, Chapter 9: The first scene
"I asked him if he had a crush, like Dad had a crush on Mom." The little witch blinked mischievously and hung her hands on the man's knotted shoulders and spat out her tongue.
"It's good to ask, how did he answer?" Albert seems to be fine, he doesn't have a wife, there is no such thing as "Daddy likes Mommy like that", and he just needed a child, that's all.
As for Annie's biological mother, he didn't want to know, and didn't need to let Little Annie know.
"He said no."
"And then what did you ask him?" Annie's answer didn't surprise Albert; it was the answer he had imagined, and it was the truth.
"Then I asked him again what kind of person he liked, Dad, and his answer was stupid." Little Annie wrinkled her small nose and said in the tone imitating Tang Feng, "Ao, if you look good, it's fine. I hope he is a kind person, with a sunny and positive heart and a love of life, who has similar values to mine."
She actually memorized it word for word, her small age paired with Tang Feng's mature tone has a comedic effect."
Kind man, loves life... Albert let out a sneer from the depths of his throat, "Huh, really a stupid man, what a wonderful thought, it makes me not help but feel sad for him, he will you end up like Esmeralda and fall in love with someone she shouldn't?"
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No one would estimate that a four and a half year old would lie, because the vast majority of the world has always lived with kindness in mind.
Just as no one in this small monastery on a beautiful sea in Ireland would suspect a monk from the East, because his hand was holding the ashes of an old priest who had left the monastery decades ago, and he was so disheveled and full of bumps in the road that he didn't even speak a word, and this was considered by all to be a monk named Tang who was an ascetic.
Tang came to this strange and remote land on a rainy night.
Rumble...
The man who hid himself in a black monastic garment held a withered branch in his hand, and with every step his shoes fell into a black sludge, sometimes feeling that his legs were about to be sucked into the sludge, who was pulling him underground? Is it the devil from hell?
He didn't know it, he was just a little flustered and then felt the coldness in his teeth and the unbearable hunger.
The rain fell from the air, and the stubble was unforgiving on his hat and fan, and the black friar garment was already completely soaked with rain, thankfully it was black, if it was a lighter color it would have been stained grey by the sludge by now. It had been raining for four or five days in a row, and he had rushed in the rain for four or five days in a row.
He could no longer go back, all he could do was keep moving forward, moving forward.....
He gathered up the single thin garment and wrapped the old priest's urn around his stomach with a cloth so that he could better protect it from hitting anything else so hard that it broke. From the moment he set foot in this strange land, Tang relied on writings to make his point, what he wanted, where he was going and where the road was going.
Some well-wishers gave him food and water, and they praised him as a kind and strong friar, for he had devoted his life to God, and they thought that Tang’s silence was because Tang was determined to be a bitter friar, and that this friar was surprisingly still from the far East.
My God, he has walked so many miles just following God's guidance and footsteps.
Tang didn't rebut how lucky he was at the moment that he couldn't speak, it wasn't that he had lost the function of words, he just couldn't speak. In the old monastery where he had been, those men had forced him to swear not to say a single word for fifty years, and he had to transcribe the Word of God every day, keeping every one of those words in his heart.
They urged him to leave that familiar eastern land, punishing him to having to carry the ashes of the old priest to this strange place.
Tang didn't feel too much sadness and despair as a result, he was even cheerful and happy because this land was too far away from his hometown, and the bad things he had committed there that had made his fellow gods seekers sick wouldn't spread here. He thought to himself, he would no longer ask for much, nor daring to try anything against the will of the Lord God; did he only hope to spend fifty years of silent life in a small monastery.
Hunger, fatigue, and cold made friar Tang collapse on a seaside dirt, and in the moment before he passed out, he looked up at the sky, the blackness was as heavy as the black friar robes he was wearing, and they came closer and closer to him, becoming a cold and dense black cloth that wrapped him firmly.
You have disgraced the Lord........
[Friar, you have made a foul mistake, you will be punished by not being allowed to speak for fifty years, and you will pay the price with your life for the transgressions you have made!]
Taking a big breath and opening his eyes violently, Tang sat up from the bed, his face pale, a pair of black eyes filled with starry light, a flash of light, as if it was about to shatter, full of helplessness, pain and repentance.
"You're awake." A crooked sunlight slanted in through the wooden window, and the blonde haired young man sat beside the friar, revealing a smile as beautiful as sunlight as Tang faced him, the smile stung Tang's eyes as if it was glowing, compared to the other party, he was more like Mud Zhang struggling in the muddy ground at night, dirty and dark.
"I don't know if you can understand me, you fainted by the sea, it was the priest who saved you, God forbid, you lived, really, a little later you might have died by the sea and been engulfed by the sea gods." The young man's chattering horns pulled to the sides, the sincere face making Tang unable to tell what the man was really talking about.
Tang decided not to speak, just listen to the other person." We found a letter in you, fortunately it was wrapped tightly or it would have been soaked with water, it turns out you are a friar from the Far East, thanks for sending back Father Duran's ashes, the priest has promised to let you stay. Tang, will you stay?"
Tang bowed his head and the focus in his eyes flared a little, and he knew that the letter, by God, he had on him was originally a letter written for him by someone else who had written all of his sordid crimes on it, but on the way to Europe he had thrown the original letter into the ocean. The letter that young monk with blonde saw was actually written by him.
He was both full to the point of panic and somewhat overwhelmed, which made Tang look even more vulnerable and pathetic." You seem to be scared, it's okay, you'll be fine, we all know you have a good relationship with Father Duran, and we’re all your friends here." The young friar suddenly came over, so close that Tang could see for the first time the young man's appearance, deep and delicate five features, a pair of sea leek-colored eyes as beautiful as jewels.
He thought to himself, this young man today is considered handsome among Europeans. But then Tang was immediately startled by his own brittle and nasty thoughts, he couldn't, he really couldn't make the mistake again.
Tang quickly lowered his head and nodded stiffly, indicating that he had understood the other person's words.
He then heard the young friar laughing in his ear as the warm breath kept spraying on his cheeks, as annoying as a hot wind." I'm Chris, and while you can't slander, I hope one day you will call me by my own name." Chris spoke once, then said in a low voice in the man's ear, "Aren't every oriental's eyes like yours, they are so beautiful, the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen...Tang."
Tang, he read his name, over and over again.
He felt his chest begin to warm, a strange emotion was beginning to fill his body, maybe everything would be okay. Soon Tang regained his health, and he officially joined this small monastery by the sea, where everyone welcomed him, but after the initial curiosity about the Orientals cooled, there was little attention paid to him for the most part.
It was a good thing for Tang to say, and he was glad he couldn't speak, so he could avoid himself from accidentally saying something not so nice.
Except for one person, the monk named Chris, listening to the others, Chris was extremely intelligent, this little monastery could not accommodate Chris, and soon Chris would be going to a bigger place to study.
It took Tang a while to wake up that day, only to find that he was embarrassed to be covering the quilt and looking around in a panic trying to find his dirty and torn black cloak.
"They're so bad, the priest asked me to give you a new set of monastic clothes again." Chris said something like that and then broke into a smile, "I'm the one who helped you take your clothes off and I did the blotting."
Tang tried his best to ignore the teasing hidden in the depths of Chris's eyes when he said that, but these days he could always spot Chris looking at him, and Chris always looked away and didn't talk to him.
What a strange man.
"Cut! Very good!" The Director shouted out, meaning the first Tang Feng and Mr. Ginno rivalry scene of the day went off without a hitch.
Tang Feng and Mr. Ginno, who were wearing Friar robes, glanced at each other and broke out a smile, it seemed that the previous day's study of the script was still very useful.
~ True Star ~
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