Chapter 116: The Wanderer
People came and went at the festival, and the curious danced by the bonfire before leaving to find Ming Chong. Not long ago, Niwa Hisahide mentioned that the painter [Awang] from the Zobei Department had painted this scene. Even if he had no appreciation for it, he could still associate it with the image...
"Oh... I really want to be the first to take A Chong to see it." The curious person lowered his head in disappointment.
"What are you going to see?"
A familiar voice suddenly sounded from above and in front of me.
The curious person immediately looked up in surprise, and the bell tied to her veil rang out crisply, "A Chong!"
Ming Chong held a piece of grass in his mouth, folded his arms lazily and looked at him, "Hmm!"
The two of them quickly walked side by side at the festival, passing by each stall.
"Where did you go just now?"
"Hmm... I went on a solo trip. Oh, right!" Ming Chong thought for a moment, pulled out a blue mushroom from his pocket, and tossed it to him, "This is for you, a souvenir."
The curious person subconsciously took it and said, "A Chong, this doesn't look edible!"
"...Ouzai, what are you talking about?" Ming Chong felt that he was being slandered. "Well, ahem...it's said to be a souvenir. It's actually edible..."
As he spoke, his voice softened and became more evasive. Ming Chong felt a little guilty; after all, these were indeed the mushrooms he had picked up on his way back.
——Considering that it would be a bit too simple to give it as a gift, I dyed it a [lotus root color].
To be honest, I dyed it as soon as I took it out, and Ming Chong only saw what the style was now.
Uh... we have the same idea, it looks a bit like Xumi's [Tree King Holy Body Mushroom].
Ming Chong muttered for a while, then raised his voice, "Ah! Anyway, I told you it's a souvenir! A souvenir! I didn't ask you to keep it to make me a snack!"
"Okay!" The curious person replied with a smile and put the [Lanshou Xianggu] into his pocket.
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"Besides, what you just said is biased. Although this is the [Lotus Flower Color] that I dyed, there are still edible mushrooms in this color! For example, the [Tree King Holy Body Mushroom]!"
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For a moment, the curious person was stunned by the knowledge from [Lotus Seed Color] and [Tree King Holy Body Mushroom]. Less than three months of life experience was not enough for him to understand transnational knowledge.
So, he said: “Wow——”
Her round eyes were filled with the words "You are so amazing, you know all this."
According to real time, Ming Chong, who had been in the continent of Teyvat for less than three months, felt a great sense of accomplishment.
——I’m so awesome!
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"By the way, Chong, after I finished my dance, Mr. Changzheng said that he had just suddenly thought of a name for the sword he forged himself, and it was all thanks to the two of us!"
Ming Chong almost forgot about it. His mind flashed back to the previous incident, and then he spoke slowly, "...What was his name?"
As far as he knew, Japanese... cough, Inazuma swordsmiths who lived a good life named their swords. Generally, the forging style or shape was given the first part, followed by the name of the swordsmith.
So what is it that is growing normally?
The curious person quickly gave the answer -
"Treading into the waves."
"……What?"
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Chong was confused: "Why didn't he add his own name at the end?"
Unexpectedly, the look of joy on the curious person's face became even brighter. "Niwa also asked Mr. Nagamasa this question."
——No wonder Ouzai looked so happy, he guessed the topic correctly!
Then, the curious person clearly repeated Miyu Nagamasa's answer, "First, during Nagamasa's tenure as a metropolitan officer, the sword-forging technique of the tatara sand was revolutionized, so the name '大枴' was given the prefix '大枴'."
"Secondly, it's because of Ah Chong—"
"Ah?" Ming Chong was surprised, and even showed a hint of rejection on his face.
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"And me!" The curious one smiled brightly, with a pure and innocent look on his face. "A Chong's fishing always causes earthquakes, frequently triggering spectacular tsunamis with zero casualties, and I... I'm still that man's child, and I'm also very good at fishing!"
“…” Ming Chong’s mouth corners gradually straightened.
Are you polite?
The curious person couldn't help but laugh. "Of course, the most important point is this festival. Didn't I just say it? It was Chong's music accompanied by the waves and my dance that inspired Mr. Changzheng..."
Hearing this, Ming Chong couldn't help himself and reached out to the face of the strange man, pulling it to the sides. "So you did it on purpose just now? How dare you laugh at me?"
"Uh... no, no!" With his face ravaged, the curious one smiled while raising his hands in surrender and slurred his words, "Girl, listen to my explanation!"
"Hmm..." After Ming Chong let go, the curious man rubbed his face and continued with a slightly nasal tone, "So Mr. Changzheng came up with the word 'Langli'."
“Although according to swordsmith tradition, Mr. Nagamasa’s name is used as a suffix, he thought that instead of using his own name, it would be better to choose ‘Nari’, which could be passed down as a legend.
Mr. Changzheng also considered removing "Da Tae" and using "Langli" as the prefix, but he believed that he had contributed to the innovation and changes of Tae Sand, and incorporating his personal name into Tae Sand was also a good choice.
"Then, I saw Guimu turn his back, deeply moved, saying something like... Mr. Changzheng had finally fulfilled a long-cherished wish." The curious man lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze landing on the Crystallized Bone Marrow pendant he wore while traveling. He clenched his fists and whispered, "That's a good thing!"
After not getting a response for a long time, the curious person, who was feeling a little depressed, immediately looked up and saw Ming Chong at the stall in front of him waving at him enthusiastically without even turning his head.
"Hey - Ouzai!! Come over here and take a look! I think this thing is super interesting!"
The curious one was stunned, sighed softly, and slowly revealed a relaxed smile. It was true that A Chong didn't like to listen to this kind of thing that played with words.
"I'm here!" He walked briskly. "Huh? This looks like... a haiku Niwa once said?"
The stall owner saw the familiar duo and smiled amiably, "Hahaha! You kids really know a lot!"
"But at the prayer festival, these are [wish poems]! It's just that some people write their wishes as haiku. Haha, we craftsmen also have many talented people who are good at literature!" The boss said quite proudly.
"How about it? Do you want to try it?"
"Yes!" Ming Chong nodded confidently.
The agreement was given too quickly, which surprised the curious person who had not read much and was dazzled by just looking at the haiku written by others hanging on the mizuho.
How should I put it? Compared to the rhythm of ancient flower-growing poems and the emotions of modern poetry, this kind of haiku is short and simple.
It is a bit difficult to write well, but not too difficult to write badly.
Moreover, this kind of literature immersed in the culture of "mono no aware" has the problem of piling up words. Even if Ming Chong can't write, he just needs to think of a few rare words and throw them in, and then weave them together.
——Look, this level can catch up with a prolific poet who wrote “piece after piece” and wrote more than 20,000 poems in his lifetime.
Hehehehehe!
Ming Chong chuckled, picked up the pen, and scribbled a few words. "I'm done! The meaning is good, and I feel like there's a voice in my head!"
The speed was so fast that even the boss was a little surprised. "It's rare to see people with a speed as fast as you! Except for those who have already thought about what to write before they come... Well, maybe you have a strong literary talent!"
"Hehe! Of course it's because I always want to wish others the best!" Ming Chong couldn't help but show off when he saw the boss hanging the "Wish Poem Notes" on the water guide at the front that passers-by could see.
Literature alone is nothing, he is already very good!
The curious person walked forward curiously, and the bells on the veil made a faint sound. He understood it at a glance. This haiku was not very standard, but he understood it immediately. He couldn't help but recite it in a low voice -
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells..."
"Oh, now I understand!" The boss suddenly realized, "If you connect it to reality, then this haiku is indeed better than it looks!"
I understand that this is about my own admiration for the strange. For now, I can only think of Chong's desire to know his daily state when he walks without making any sound. As for the rest...
The boss smiled and shook his hand. "If you want to learn to appreciate, it's not enough to just take the literal meaning. You have to think about why everything happens."
"Why?" The curious person fell into deep thought, "Why is the bell ringing?"
Ming Chong looked at the boss and then at the curious one. To be honest, when he was writing, his mind was playing music and he didn't think too much about it.
Of course, he was also curious about how they would interpret it.
Hehehehehe!
"I understand too!" The curious one quickly smiled, raised his head and gave his own interpretation gently, "Niwa said that if there is no specific scene, the description of the scene is all about the mood."
“So, the bell rings because the person with the bell is happy.”
The boss nodded repeatedly, "Hahahaha! Remember, this is a [Wish Poem]!"
So, it is a blessing.
“…”It seems…it does make sense!
Ming Chong scratched his head. Seeing the boss so happy, he thought he would use it to tell stories to entertain the guests, but in the end he didn't say anything.
"I've finished writing it too!" The curious person couldn't write anything better for the time being, so he just expressed his previous thoughts.
"Let's go! Let's go check out the next stall." The curious guy laughed and pulled Ming Chong over to look at it for a long time but still didn't understand.
When Ming Chong left, he kept turning his head to look back, "Wait! Why can't I understand you?"
"Well... this is a secret!"
"Ah ...
"But, haven't I been cooking all the time?"
“…I’m really going to make a scene!”
…
Ming Chong walked down the street, arms folded, lips curled, and angrily tried to shatter the fan's beautiful fantasy of the haiku. "I have to tell you, when I wrote that, I had no thoughts in my head. I was just singing!"
"...song?" The curious person blinked and didn't respond. He smiled and said, "What a coincidence! I used the word 'sing'!"
"..." So, Ming Chong couldn't help but hum it out. In short, the main idea was that there was no blessing in it, and told him not to be self-indulgent.
The curious person looked at him quietly, and suddenly laughed out loud, and couldn't control it anymore, and laughed until tears came out.
Seeing Ming Chong almost losing his patience, he slowly spoke, "Of course I know Ah Chong didn't think that much, but whenever I think about it, when Ah Chong wrote that haiku, he was thinking of me, and this song was sung for me."
“I would be happier than receiving a blessing.”
Ming Chong's expression became more serious. Oh no, he was so happy.
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"A Chong, wait for me, you are walking too fast."
"Hmph! Never mind, I have my own plans!"
The curious one chased after him with a smile. Although Ah Chong didn't think too much when he wrote it, he did think a lot.
What a coincidence.
Two "Wish Poems" hanging next to each other on the water guide:
Jingle bells, jingle bells.
[Drip drip drip, the morning dew sings drip drip]
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