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The oaths made to each god must not be uttered nonsense. Regardless of whether these gods still exist and whether they can interfere in the world, it may cause cause and effect.
Therefore, according to legend, there is a protective stone called Samsara Baoyu.
It may be any stone related to the Church of the Goddess of Destiny. As long as it is used as a medium, the gods can weakly interfere with the world from the conceptual side.
The reincarnation gem is a gift from a destined person. As long as you pray sincerely to the goddess of fate, she may let you have a beautiful dream, maybe by chance, maybe it is an old dream from the past.
But this kind of thing is mysterious and mysterious after all, and cannot be proved, so it is more regarded as legends and fairy tales.
"Meow meow meow, is there really reincarnation?"
Boss Cat looked at the translation of "Genesis" that Lan Qi was about to finish, and asked softly.
It doesn't know much about these things, but if it doesn't understand anything, just ask Lan Qi.
"If you believe it, there will be it. If you don't believe it, there will be none. Whether there is reincarnation or not depends mainly on your personal thoughts."
Lan Qi replied in a voice that would not disturb Sigre's sleep.
"Even if there really is a past life, the so-called letting go of obsessions means not to be obsessed with your past self, not to be anxious about your future self, not to be affected by the current things, and not to disturb your sense of proportion. When you want to understand this problem, why bother to stay It’s half a shadow of the old dream.”
Of course, this is just the state of selflessness, following one's heart's desires and not exceeding the rules. This does not mean that one has no desires, but that one controls desires and transcends desires.
Don't be obsessed with other people's opinions. Others are hell. This is the lack of respect for others.
The absence of sentient beings means that all living beings are equal.
The appearance of lifeless people is to understand life and death and find the meaning of living.
"If you can understand the absence of the Four Signs, you will find that it makes no difference whether reincarnation is true or false."
"Stop reading it, stop reading it, I'm going to be saved by you, meow."
Boss Cat raised his paws to cover his ears and muttered.
It's just a little kitten and can't understand what Lan Qi said.
Soon the cat boss jumped off Lan Qi's shoulder and headed to the kitchen in a hurry. Only the slight breathing of Sigre lying at the table could be heard.
Her face looked rare and comfortable in the tranquility. She was no longer as alert as when she was working. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was wandering on the edge of a dream.
Until she took a breath and slowly opened her eyes.
To be honest, she had never been to Xiaoye City before.
The interior decorations you see in front of you are all warm-toned logs, bringing a unique warmth to this harsh winter.
Sigre's eyes quickly fell on the figure sitting on the chair not far away.
It was an elegant man like a principal, holding a book in one hand, with a solemn and calm posture.
In the dim light, he looked particularly tall. He was wearing an unconventional dark suit with a straight collar.
His eyes are deep, with the brilliance of vicissitudes of life and wisdom, as if staring at a deeper world. His left hand holds the spine of the book firmly, immersed in the ocean of words, occasionally turning the pages of the book, and the sound it makes is loud in the wooden house. Extraordinarily clear, like the whisper of time.
"Are you awake? Dinner will be ready in a moment."
Lan Qi asked softly.
He slowly turned his head, his eyes reflecting the warm light of the room and Sigre's sleepy gaze.
"Sorry, I fell asleep."
Sigre felt very cold when she woke up in this weather. She just wanted to get into a warm quilt, but she couldn't be willful. Her job was to keep her awake, even in such a safe place.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to wake herself up.
Chapter 553 Lan Qi will be fine as long as he doesn’t get sick
You wouldn’t notice it on the street——
Lying on the table like this and looking out the window, I felt that the falling snowflakes were very beautiful.
This is a rare moment of daylight at noon, and these cotton-like snowflakes may soon turn the town white.
"It's safe here. You don't need to worry about me. You can take a rest. Boss Cat will prepare lunch and I'll wake you up."
Lan Qi put down the book in his hand and said to Sigre.
His voice sounded like he didn't want to wake up the half-awake Sigre, but also seemed to have a hint of instruction.
Perhaps only with the requirements of work instructions can she sleep peacefully.
"Ah."
Sigre soon seemed to be ignited and felt sleepy, lying on the table and humming softly.
The man's already gentle voice was more like a lullaby at this time.
For some reason, she seemed to have had a dream just now. It was a long winter that seemed to be coming forever. In her hazy memory, she was also trekking on the vast snowfield with the person next to her.
But in the dream, they were clearly fleeing, but she didn't feel panic at all.
It was indeed a dream, a rare dream. Even though reality seemed so safe, she had never felt at ease.
It would not be surprising if one day she would be caught up and killed by a vampire.
Sigre closed her eyes and fell into sleep again.
even so.
She also hopes to be able to stay in Gentle Village for another half minute, just a moment.
……
Tens of minutes later, Xiaoye City was swaying with wind and snow.
In this warm living room, the decoration looks a bit simple but full of charm. Lanci and Sigre are sitting at a wooden table.
There were several half-empty dinner plates on the table.
The main dish chosen by Boss Mao today is low-temperature cooked beef ribs with black truffle and mushroom sauce. It is highly praised in Boss Mao restaurant for its tender meat and rich umami flavor. The beef ribs are slow-cooked to perfection and sprinkled on the surface. Precious black truffle fragments, served with sauce, every bite is a feast for the taste buds.
The staple dish of lemon-flavored salt-baked lobster noodles took the longest time. It combines fresh lobster meat with delicate handmade pasta, and is paired with lemon juice and spices to bring a spicy yet refreshing flavor experience.
There is also the caramelized roast duck with roasted pears and black pepper honey sauce that children love. It uses soft duck meat and roasts the skin until it has a caramel color. It is paired with the sweetness of roasted pears and the slight spiciness of black pepper honey sauce.
"belch."
Sigre leaned back in her chair and finished her lunch much faster than Lanqi as always.
She always looks like a wild child hungry for food, without any table manners.
Of course, it may also be because of Lan Qi's connivance.
Among the precautions given by the secretary before departure, she was actually prohibited from dining with Lan Qi like this.
Until Lan Qi personally confirmed it and asked her to do whatever she wanted, she didn't care at all.
Lan Qi was still eating slowly.
Seeing this, Sigre took out a piece of letter paper and pen from her luggage.
If you follow him into the demon world, you will not be able to find a postman to send letters to the Polante Empire for a long time. Xiaoye City is the last city-state that can send letters.
Sigre buried her head in her pen, a look of distress gradually appeared on her face, her strokes seemed clumsy, and she needed to think about how to write words from time to time.
Her expression is full of unconfidence in writing, but at the same time she also has a sincerity eager to express herself.
Lan Qi put down the tableware and tapped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
He did not rush Sigre, but looked at Sigre's letter with a gentle expression and interest.
"Write it now."
Sigre promised and slapped her head again because of the jam.
She never went to school, and nuns taught her how to read and write in an orphanage.
"Need some help?"
Ranch asked.
"Then help me."
After a moment of hesitation, Sigley finally looked up at Lanqi.
This time, she did not refuse Lan Qi to teach her.
"First of all, the purpose of writing a letter is to convey your thoughts, and at the same time, you want the recipient to feel all this. So if it is just the most basic running account, boringly reporting what you eat every day, doesn't it look more like a diary? The other party may not be able to determine whether you are doing well or not."
Lan Qi sat across the table, his posture upright and elegant, his fingers tapping the table gently, as if he was thinking about how to inspire Sigre.
"really……"
Sigre looked down at her clumsy handwriting, looking a little frustrated.
"It doesn't matter. You are very smart and writing letters is easy."
Lan Qi moved his seat and sat next to Sigre.
His eyes were gentle and focused, and through the edge of the letter, his voice was full of encouragement.
Sigre's small hands were covered with frostbite and calluses. She raised her head and looked at Lan Qi again, waiting for him to continue.
"Sigre, try not to just write down what you want to say, but write down what is in your heart, how you miss your brothers and sisters."
Lan Qi began to speak softly.
After reading Sigre's letter a few days ago, he had a rough idea of Sigre's living conditions.
"But, I don't know how to express it. I can write some words and it's pretty good."
Sigre responded, her voice slightly confused.
"Sigre, everyone's emotions are unique. Your love for them, your longing, these are all yours, no need for fancy words."
Lan Qi was patient. He slowly and clearly explained to Sigre how to express through words.
“Sometimes when doing things, you don’t need to think about whether you have to achieve 100%, but just think about doing 60%. This will make it easier for you to take the first step and start working on the current thing. You will find that when you are worried and hesitant about how to complete a 100% work, you can feel free to start five 60% work.”
Then, Lan Qi picked up the pen and demonstrated writing a few words in his notebook.
He wouldn't help Sigre write, he would just show her how to write the words she couldn't write just now.