I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 78 Clouds in the sky, trees on the ground.

"...Xiao Ji, hey, are you here again today?"

"...I've been free for the past few days, so I'm here to play with these little kids, so I didn't cause you any trouble."

"No, with you helping to take care of these children, we can save ourselves some trouble, so why bother?"

Fairy tales are, after all, aimed at children.

Since he was going to write a fairy tale novel, Ji Zhuo wanted to try his best to understand children's way of thinking.

Moreover, limited by common sense and inertial thinking, the thinking of adults is often not as wild as that of children.

This has nothing to do with inspiration.

Ji Zhuo still wants to write some spiritual fairy tales.

Therefore, he plans to communicate with children before writing this fairy tale.

Originally, he planned to stay in the community where he lived, observe the children in the community, and communicate with them by the way.

However, after trying to squat down on the side of the community square and stare at the group of playful children,

Ji Zhuo felt that he was a bit of a pervert, so he quickly shifted his position before anyone misunderstood.

And the place he is familiar with, the place with the most children, is the Guangming Welfare Institute.

So he came back after only two days.

"...Xiao Ji, please help take care of this group of children. I will go to the kitchen and prepare dinner for these children."

"Okay, Auntie, you can be busy."

Watching Auntie rush to work in the kitchen,
Ji Zhuo was looking at the group of children playing around in the courtyard of the orphanage,

Some children are holding branches, scratching and pulling on the soil on the ground, quietly sketching some patterns.

There are also a few children chasing after,

There are also a few children who are more familiar with Ji Zhuo, and they come over.

"...Brother Ji, can you finish the story you didn't finish before?"

"...um... that story."

"...Well, let's do something different today. I won't tell you stories. How about you tell me stories? If you make it up yourself, tell me, okay?"

Ji Zhuo sat with a few children under the shade of a tree by the yard,

Ji Zhuo smiled and said to these children.

"...I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Listening to Ji Zhuo's words, several lively children scrambled to talk.

"Well, Xu Zihao, you go first."

Ji Zhuo pointed to the blind Xu Zihao and asked him to speak first.

"okay!"

Xu Zihao was a little clumsy, as if he had thought carefully.

"...Well, in the sky far away from us, it is covered by clouds, and there are small people living on the clouds. Their bodies are clouds, and they can float and fly..."

Obviously, this story was made up by Xu Zihao, and it was a bit long-winded.

"and then?"

Ji Zhuo smiled, listened, and continued.

"Then...then, they will follow the clouds in the sky and change places to live. When it rains on our ground, the cloud people above the clouds are throwing down...well, they will knead the clouds into a ball and send them from the sky. Throw it down, and it will rain on the ground after you throw it down...they will still eat the cloud, the cloud is like cotton candy, it's delicious..."

"...Xu Zihao, it's because you want to eat sweets!"

A child nearby shouted,
"Nonsense! I'm making up a story!"

Ji Zhuo also smiled when he listened to Xu Zihao's story.

But ask again,
"And then, is there any more?"

"...No, I haven't figured out the rest yet."

"... Well, the story is pretty good and very interesting. Who wants to tell me a story next?"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Well, tell me. Let me hear."

"...In a place far, far away, long, long ago, there was a very large place, that place was full of grass... Grassland, there are many stones on the grassland, and the stones can move. They are stone people,
They grow up by eating mud on the ground. Some of them are braver than mountains, and some are only as big as a fist. When they were young, they were afraid of the wind. The strong wind on the grassland would make them run around. When the time comes, they will hide behind the big stone man...then..."

The child scratched his head as he talked, as if he was thinking about what the next story should be like,
"...then they ate up all the mud on the ground, and then they starved to death!"

"You nonsense! After eating the mud on the ground, they will become the size of a planet, and they can go to other planets!"

Watching the two kids quarreling, Ji Zhuo couldn't help being a little funny,
"...Okay, stop arguing. But when someone else is telling a story, listen to him first. It's impolite to interrupt others, you know?"

"understood……"

"Well, then you go on, is there anything else?"

"...and... that is, when they grow bigger and bigger, they will move slower and slower, becoming like stones, and then some small stone people and big stone people will appear..."

"...Well, that's a good story too...Anyone else want to tell me a story?"

Ji Zhuo smiled,

Listening to the stories of this group of children who are imaginative and unconstrained, they give a compliment of admiration from time to time.

Strictly speaking, most of these children can't tell stories,
It's just a burst of wild imagination, and there is nothing in it.

But the imagination is indeed wild enough,

Perhaps Xu Zihao made a bad start,

The group of children in the back told stories, there are houses that can move when they are alive,
There are fights between big trees, there are hats that can fly when you wear them, and there are clothes that can become bigger and smaller and change into different shapes.

There is a crack on the ground, and there is a small country on the ground, and there are water droplets falling from the sky, which are also small water people, and they fall into the sea and become big water people.

There are all kinds of stories.

Ji Zhuo, who is quite familiar with these kids,
Really felt the child's imagination,
Of course, there are also very young adults who say that what other children say is false and illogical.

After staying like this for an entire afternoon, Ji Zhuo heard many stories.

In the end, Ji Zhuo let the group of children who had finished telling him the story play around separately,
He just sat aside, watching the group of playful children.

Turning his gaze around,
Then I saw a child squatting next to a tree, holding a dead branch, scratching and pulling it quietly on the ground from time to time.

A little curious, Ji Zhuo walked over and asked a question.

"Can I tell you what you're doing?"

With curiosity in his eyes, Ji Zhuo asked.

The child turned his head towards Ji Zhuo, looked up at Ji Zhuo, but didn't speak.

"Brother Ji, he can't hear."

A child next to him said to Ji Zhuo,

Then he leaned over and skillfully helped Ji Zhuo make gestures for the child,

Then the child paused, pointed to the ground, and made a few sign language gestures.

"Uh-huh."

The helping child nodded,
Then he turned his head and said to Ji Zhuo,

"He said he was building a road for the ants, so that the ants that went out would have a way home."

"Thank you."

I thanked the child who helped me,
The child waved his hand generously and walked away.
Seeing that Ji Zhuo smiled, then looked down at the ground.

On the ground, in the criss-cross shallow ravines drawn by the child with the dead branches,

Indeed, a few ants crawled past from time to time, as if they were crawling towards the ant nest on the edge of the tree.

"...Go ahead and play, I'll take a look..."

Ji Zhuo tried to make gestures for the child a few more times, and squatted beside him watching with some interest.

The child seemed to understand Ji Zhuo's words,

Then he took the dead branches and paddled on the ground,

It seems to be seriously repairing the road for the ants.

Ji Zhuo just squatted next to him, also watching,

From time to time, raise your head again and look at the clouds in the sky above your head.

(End of this chapter)