Slide 394
Mitchell Lambeau had been waiting for a long time, with a slightly impatient look on his face.
He came today to hear the third story, but Gu Huaiyu has been late.
Mitchell Rambo, who was patiently disappearing, looked at the butler, "Go and show me what is going on, why haven't you come over yet."
The butler answered and went out to check.
As a result, Gu Huaiyu appeared as soon as he reached the door.
Gu Huaiyu smiled at him kindly, but after seeing her smile, the butler trembled twice unnaturally.
But still maintaining his final decentness as a housekeeper, he whispered, "My lord has been waiting for you for a long time, hurry in."
Gu Huaiyu hummed carelessly, and when passing by the housekeeper, he naturally stuffed something into his hand.
And whispered, "He misses you very much."
The butler was stunned, as if he didn't understand what she meant, but when he saw the doll in his hand, his eyes softened, and he put the doll away naturally and followed Gu Huaiyu's back.
When the impatient Mitchell Langbo saw Gu Huaiyu coming, he couldn't help but complained, "You are a bit late today."
Gu Huaiyu didn't explain, but just said, "I was busy with one thing before, until I finally finished it just now."
Mitchell Rambo couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you up to?"
Gu Huaiyu looked at him silently, without speaking.
After a long time, Mitchell Lambeau finally gave up on this question, and put his hands in a helpless look, "Well, there are indeed special cases for people who can tell interesting stories."
Then, he folded his hands on his chest, raised his chin to her, and urged, "Now, you should tell your third story."
But Gu Huaiyu did not directly tell his third story, but after sitting down, looked at him.
"Before I tell the third story, I am very interested in your previous story."
It means that if you don't tell your own affairs, then I won't tell the third story.
**Naked threat, blatant kind.
Mitchell Lambeau frowned when she heard her want to hear a story about herself, with a look of disapproval, "I am the controller here, and only I have the right to tell you to tell the story. You don’t Right to refuse."
Gu Huaiyu looked at him with a smile, without speaking or doing anything else, just looking at him quietly.
Over time, Mitchell Lambeau’s complexion has gotten worse and worse, even worse than yesterday's.
He looked at Gu Huaiyu with a calm face, and saw that she was indeed not in a hurry to tell the third story, and he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.
In the end, for some unknown reason, he still told his story, but it was very brief, the kind that I mentioned directly.
"I grew up in a slum. Since I was a kid, I liked painting and was adopted by others. Finally, I painted a lot of paintings, but because there was no painting that suits my heart, I died after painting the castle."
"Then after you came here." Gu Huaiyu asked suddenly.
Mitchell Lambeau's expression became a little unnatural, but he hid it well, as before.
"After coming here, I feel that everything is fine, whether it's painting or other things, it makes me feel better than I have ever been."
Mitchell Lambeau seemed to be very satisfied with this place, and some old faces also showed a faint blush.
Gu Huaiyu smiled, "Okay, I have fully understood it. Now, I will tell you my third story."
"The story happened after my last story."
"I left the empty village and came to a very strange place. I can't tell what it is, but if I insist, it's probably the place where the fairy lives."
"What is a fairy?" Mitchell Rambo frowned, seemingly unable to understand what these two words mean.
Gu Huaiyu thought for a while and gave a reasonable explanation, "Probably it is the Garden of Eden where you Adam and Eve lived."
Speaking of the Garden of Eden, Mitchell Lambeau understood completely, and he nodded, "Go ahead."
Gu Huaiyu then continued to tell the following story.
"When someone like me goes to that place, they only get bullied. It's like no matter where they go. When a guy who doesn't fit in breaks into someone else's world, everyone's reaction is to bully or drive out."
"I'm probably a guy who doesn't fit in anywhere." Gu Huaiyu said.
Mitchell Lambert agrees with her very much, and even has a faint feeling of being a companion.
Gu Huaiyu silently remembered all the changes in his face, and began to talk about it.
"Not all immortals are talkative, and some of them are more maverick, not the same."
"I have lived in that place for a while, because I have always avoided them, so it was quiet during that time. But everything hasn't gone so smoothly."
"Just like your Adam, God found out that he had eaten the forbidden fruit. I was there and they found out."
"They found me and understood that I was different from the ordinary guys, so the maverick guys thought of a way to keep letting me into those dangerous forbidden areas and fetching things for them."
"I have encountered a lot of fierce monsters, and I even couldn't survive a few times." Gu Huaiyu's tone was light, it seems that those things back then are no longer important to her today.
She continued, "I want to run away, but every time I run away and get caught, I will be thrown into more terrifying places."
She smiled slightly, "Actually, I think they did nothing wrong. After all, they want something, but there is danger there. It's better to throw someone you don't know and ask her to get it for herself."
Gu Huaiyu continued, "Later, there was an immortal who should be pretty good about this incident by accident and took me away and placed me in a cave. I never saw it again."
"In theory, I am very grateful to him, but at the time I didn't understand what kindness was. In my eyes, he still had a different plan, but it was hidden deeper than the other guys."
Gu Huaiyu sighed, "He should be regarded as the strangest good person I have ever met, because of him, I met him, and in the end, I symbiotically lived with him."
A touch of green overflowed from the fingertips, and a vine-like thing slowly came out.
When Mitchell Lambeau saw the little vine, his complexion didn't change at all, but his hand on the handle of the chair tightened.
He felt threatened.
The blood mist that had been lingering around the frowning faintly, after the vines appeared, he escaped in fear.