Chapter 45 The Legend of Bluebells

“And the legend I’m going to talk about is related to the nine-flowered bluebell.

Unfortunately, the specific content of this legend has been lost. All I know is the ending of the legend - which was told to me by my grandma. "

The old woman squinted her gray eyes and recalled the past with a smile. The little boy also put down the straw knitting in his hand and listened to the old man's story wholeheartedly.

According to legend, the bellflower with nine "wind chimes" is a symbol of luck. As long as you can find the nine-flowered bellflower, you will be blessed with happiness and longevity!

However, since the nine-flowered bluebell cannot be found, people usually use bluebells dried in the sun as a substitute, and weave them into straw windchimes together with the mangul tree fruits to pray for good luck in the year. . "

Fiona's lake-blue eyes widened upon hearing this, and she asked the old woman curiously.

"Old lady, have you ever found a nine-flowered bellflower?"

"The nine-flowered bellflower..."

As if some memories were triggered by Fiona's question, a happy smile appeared on the old woman's face, and her voice couldn't help but become a little hoarse.

"I've been knitting old ladies all my life, but I only saw her once when I was young!"

"Did you know? Little girl, in fact, we were not originally residents of Kallas, but came from a small mountain village dozens of kilometers away.

During a beast tide, our village was destroyed by the beast tide. As a last resort, my husband, my three children and I came to Kalras.

In order to make a living, my husband chose to become an honorable city guard.

I picked up the straw weaving craft I learned from my grandma again, knitting some small things in my spare time at home, and then taking the finished products to the market to exchange money to support my family.

I had a very hard time during that short period of time, but it was the happiest time in my young life.

But beautiful things are always fragile. Three years later, during a Warcraft invasion, my husband's throat was ripped open by a wind wolf.

As compensation, we were given official resident status in Kallas and a place to live in the lower town.

Although I have lost him, life goes on and the children still need my care. But at that time, my straw weaving skills were not very good, and my daily income was not much, which was not enough for my daily needs.

For a long time, the family could only eat two meals a day, and the eldest daughter had to go out and do some odd jobs to support the family..."

At this point, the old woman couldn't help but sigh.

“One afternoon during the golden moon of that year, I braved the scorching sun and collected fodder in the fields outside the city.①

But the originally clear sky turned cloudy in a matter of minutes. Soon, a heavy downpour began.

I had no choice but to run towards the hill with bushes, wearing a basket of grass on my head, hoping to find shelter from the rain.

But because I was running too fast, I tripped over a stone and fell heavily into the muddy water. His clothes were stained with mud, the cold rain soaked his whole body, and the grass in the basket spilled all over the floor.

For a moment, I really wanted to lie down on the ground and never get up again——

However, I can't do that. My three daughters are still waiting for me at home.

I gritted my teeth and climbed up, braving the heavy rain, and put the spilled grass back into the basket bit by bit. Fortunately, the rainstorm came and went quickly, and the sun soon emerged from the clouds again.

On the way back, I passed by a large rock. At this time, something shining attracted me. "

As she spoke, the old woman's tone began to rise.

“In the crevice of that rock, I saw it—

The gem-like emerald green stems are sparkling with crystal water drops, and the white flowers hang down from the stems, swaying in the wind like real wind chimes.

I remember that scene very clearly——

There are exactly nine flowers, one flower is not too many, and one flower is too few!

At that time, I rushed home and didn't think too much. I just thought the grass was very eye-catching.

It wasn't until the frosty moon of that year, when I was sorting out my grandma's belongings, that I thought of this legend again, but the grass had long since withered and withered. ②

In the Feiyu month of the next year, I went there again, but this time, the number of flowers was the normal twelve. ”③

"I often regretted that time. If I thought of that legend at that time, I would definitely take it off. It should be able to sell for a lot of money and improve our family conditions.

But later, my straw weaving skills improved again, more and more people bought them, and my living conditions gradually improved.

Moreover, in the annual professional talent test, my second daughter and youngest daughter have also been tested for professional talent.

Although it is not high, it has reached the level of entering the professional college. The eldest daughter also married a good husband and lived a very happy life. "

At this point, the old man raised his face and narrowed his eyes with laughter. Deep in the continuous wrinkles, there is an extremely deep and peaceful contentment.

"Now that I think about it, this ending is not bad. Although I didn't pick it off, I still found it after all——"

While talking, the old woman seemed to suddenly notice something, and looked at the two of them again, with a hint of apology in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, you two little girls, taking up so much of your time. As people get older, they tend to become more verbose..."

"No, old woman, thank you for your story."

Fiona, who was somewhat absorbed in the story, came back to her senses. When she heard the old woman's words, she shook her head quickly, but she had already made a decision in her heart.

She held the straw wind chime and motioned to Anne to pay.

Then, she took the bunch of fruits back from Anne and smiled at the little boy who was peeking at her. The slender hand wearing white gloves stuffed the bunch of fruits into his hand - she noticed the little boy's previous gaze.

"Here, take it and eat it."

Looking at this scene, Anne hesitated to speak. Although she liked the kindness of the eldest lady, as the little princess of Olivendi, she should not have too many intersections with civilians after all.

In the end, Anne sighed and decided to pretend that she didn't see her lady's behavior that was beneath her status.

After all, she was just a little half-elf maid.

"Thank you, sister..."

Grabbing the bunch of fruits, the little boy's face turned red, and he seemed a little shy, and hurriedly thanked Fiona.

Fiona was stunned, then she giggled, feeling very fresh about being called sister - she had never been called that before.

"May the gods bless you, kind girl."

The old woman also smiled with gratitude.

Fiona smiled and nodded to the old man, then left the stall with Annie. Under the grateful gaze of the two girls, the slender figures of the two girls gradually disappeared into the dazzling sunlight at the other end of the alley.

From afar, the conversation between the little boy and the old man was faintly heard.

"Grandma, I will be old enough next year. When the adults in the academy come to test my talent, I will definitely pass the test and become a mage!

In that way, the straw weaving you weave will really move in the future, and it will definitely sell well!"

"Okay, little Roche, grandma, I will definitely wait for that day -"

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①: August ②: October ③: April