148. Foreign friends from non-English speaking countries
All the clues have come together!
This unusual and cautious behavior only confirmed Lin Fuman's guess.
Little Moon really has a secret!
She was indeed using this method to secretly convey a message to me!
Lin Fuman's heart pounded.
“I understand…I understand…” After she dismissed the maid, she murmured to herself, “She must be a foreign friend from a non-English speaking country! She was isolated and helpless after transmigrating, unable to speak the language, and dared not reveal her identity.”
She looked at the enigmatic reply again, her gaze now different.
This isn't some strange combination of letters; it's a whole page of SOS signals.
"How scared and helpless she must have been..." Lin Fu felt a surge of sympathy and responsibility.
I've at least traveled back to the ancient times of the same ethnic group. Although the language and script are different, they are still somewhat interchangeable.
The little dumpling, a child who may have come from France, Germany or some other country, suddenly found himself in this completely unfamiliar ancient Eastern environment, with no relatives or friends and unable to speak the language. One can imagine his fear and anxiety!
"She must have mustered up a lot of courage to ask me for help in this way!" Lin Fuman clenched her fists. "I can't let her down! I have to help her!"
She was filled with a strong desire for redemption, feeling like a prince in a fairy tale about to set off to rescue a princess in distress.
But soon, the first problem arose – how to help?
Language is the biggest chasm between them.
She couldn't understand the little dumpling's language, and the little dumpling probably couldn't understand her English either.
It seems that communicating by writing notes is not an option for the time being.
Lin Fuman paced back and forth in the room, deep in thought.
Should we go directly to her?
No, that's too risky. What if she's being watched, or we don't trust her enough? If she shows up rashly, both of our identities could be exposed.
Sending something?
What can you give that is both safe and clear in conveying the message, "I understand, I'm your partner, I'll help you"?
Her gaze swept across the desk and suddenly settled on the colorful ink.
A thought suddenly struck her.
Got it!
If we can't communicate with words, we'll use graphics and symbols!
She immediately got to work, found a sheet of Xuan paper, and began to paint.
She first drew two simple line drawings of people holding hands.
She deliberately painted one of her hair a dazzling gold.
This is a clear feature of foreign lands.
Although she didn't know what color Little Moon's hair was before she traveled through time, she hoped she could understand.
Then, she drew a bridge connecting the two little figures at their feet.
Then, a green and blue Earth was drawn as the background.
That's how the drawing is finished.
She hopes the little one can understand it, and even if he doesn't understand everything, he can still feel the kindness in it.
She carefully placed the painting into an envelope, and once again instructed the maid to personally deliver it to the little girl, and to pay attention to her every reaction.
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The residence of the Marquis of Beiding.
The little dumpling received a new envelope from the maid, and quickly slipped back to her room, climbed onto a chair, and eagerly opened it.
Instead of the complex, winding text she had imagined, there was a picture.
She tilted her little head and began to examine it carefully.
“Two little people…” She stretched out her little finger and pointed at the little person with black hair first, “Is this Sister Fufu?”
She pointed again at the little figure with golden hair, blinking in confusion: "Is this... Moon? But Moon's hair isn't golden..."
Her gaze fell on the two little figures holding hands, and she immediately perked up: "Sister Fufu wants to be good friends with Little Dumpling!"
Then she saw the bridge.
"It's a bridge... Is it for Yue'er to play on the bridge?"
Then, her attention was drawn to that Earth.
"A big ball...a big blue-green ball..." she thought hard. "Sister Fufu wants to play ball with Yue'er on the bridge? But Yue'er doesn't have a ball of that color..."
This is a difficult question.
The little dumpling rested its chin on its hand, deep in thought for a long time.
The background is a large ball, with green and blue colors.
A giant ball bigger than a person...
Something seems off about this size.
Could it be...?
It's not actually a ball, is it?
Could the blue be water, and the green be trees...?
"Ah! Yue'er understands!" She clapped her hands suddenly, her eyes shining brightly, feeling that she had cracked all the secrets!
"What Sister Fufu drew is: Sister Fufu with black hair and Yue'er holding hands and becoming good friends. She invites Yue'er to play on the bridge and meet in a place with trees and water! Yue'er also wears a golden headdress!"
The more the little dumpling thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and the more excited she became!
Sister Fufu is so smart!
I actually came up with this fun way to invite her out.
This is much more fun than cat's cradle or hide-and-seek!
There's no time to lose; I need to quickly reply and tell Sister Fufu that she understands.
The little dumpling immediately laid out paper, grabbed a pen, and started drawing.
She first drew two little figures holding hands, mimicking the cat's drawing. To show that she would definitely dress herself up in gold, she drew lots of flowers on her head.
Then, below the two little figures, she carefully drew a large bridge, and below the bridge, she drew several crooked lines to represent the river.
Finally, she drew a big tree next to the bridge.
The little dumpling was extremely satisfied with her painting.
She carefully put the drawing paper into the envelope and carried it out again like a precious treasure to find the housekeeper.
"Uncle Butler! Letter! Give this to Sister Fufu! Tell Sister Fufu that Yue'er wants to go play on the bridge with her! Let's go play today!"
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The Duke of Anguo's Mansion.
"She understood! She really understood!" Lin Fuman almost cried with joy. "She agreed! She even asked to meet me!"
Lin Fuman now feels a tremendous sense of accomplishment and mission.
She successfully made contact with a time traveler from another country!
And they are about to have their first epic meeting!
She immediately began to make plans in earnest.
When should we meet?
How can I avoid being seen by others? What should I bring as a gesture of goodwill?
Perhaps bring some snacks from this era?
Or should we try to find something Western?
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The residence of the Marquis of Beiding.
The little dumpling was facing the mirror, clumsily sticking a gold hairpin into her hair and putting on several heavy gold bracelets, thinking that she was already golden enough.
She tiptoed out, looking like a thief.
But before she even reached the gate, she bumped into the older boy.
"Little sister, where are you going?"
The little girl panicked, her eyes darting around: "N-nowhere...I just went to play with Sister Fufu..."
"Playing?" Jin Qizhi looked her overly elaborate outfit and finally understood why his mother had complained to him about the little dumpling's terrible taste. "Does playing require so much jewelry? Your outfit is really..."
"Because it's fun..." The little dumpling looked at her outfit. Although it was heavy, she was very satisfied. "The moon is beautiful, the moon is bright and shiny, just like the sun!"
"Haha..." Jin Qizhi couldn't bring himself to praise her, so he could only laugh awkwardly twice. "Where are we going to play?"
"Go...go to a place with bridges, water, and trees!" The little dumpling remembered the information in the picture.
Upon hearing this, Jin Qizhi pondered for a moment: "A bridge, water, and trees... is it the stone bridge by the lotus pond?"
The scope given by the little dumpling is very general, including places with bridges, trees, and water; there are at least several hundred such places in the capital.
Jin Qizhi suggested the most famous and suitable location within the vicinity of her home.
The little dumpling hadn't really thought about which bridge to go to at first.
But then she thought, "My older brother is smart, he must be right."
So he quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, that's it!"
Jin Qizhi felt that her younger sister was acting strangely today, looking both nervous and excited, completely unlike her usual playful self.
He was really worried about letting her go out to play alone: "I'll go with you."
As he spoke, he naturally winked at the servant behind him, signaling him to follow.
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