Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 373 Have you started writing a diary?

Olvera's thoughts jumped so much that Yieta couldn't react for a while. She blinked: We were just talking about happiness, how come we suddenly jumped to writing a book? Besides, she couldn't write a book. She was just an ordinary farm girl and had never done anything so stylish.

"I heard that if you can't think of an answer to a question, you have to find the answer yourself." Avella didn't seem to be joking at all, and said seriously: "But how do you find the answer? It's useless to just think about it or talk about it verbally. Only writing can record it best."

"Word?"

"Yes, my teacher once said that books contain all the knowledge that has existed since the birth of the world and all the knowledge that will exist in the future, and words are their carriers. By writing down words, the recorder expresses his emotions, examines his own soul, and under the guidance of each mysterious and ancient letter and symbol, explores the essence of the world and finds the destination of the soul... The process of writing a book is not only a process of opening their hearts to the world and generously sharing knowledge, but also a process of seeking answers to the things that confuse them."

"So, Yieta, you can do the same."

As she spoke, she moved her gaze to the angel girl's face. Seeing that she was still confused, she patiently explained: "Writing a book to explain your feelings and understanding of happiness is actually equivalent to looking for the answer to happiness."

Yieta was somewhat moved when she heard this, but still hesitated: "But I, I don't know how to write a book, I can't do it...Ovella, have you ever written a book?"

"..."

The princess of Bemang was silent for a moment. Although she spoke very logically, she actually had no personal experience. She blushed a little, turned her face away slightly, avoided the other person's sight, and muttered softly: "No, I mean, not yet. But the principle is the same and will not change."

Olvera picked up her lantern and yawned lazily: "Haha~ Wait a moment, I'll be back soon."

Is Lingge stingy?

Yieta wasn't quite sure, but since Ovilla said so, she could only laugh dryly and agree with her. She thought the young man wouldn't mind. After all, Alice said bad things about him every day, some of which were said to his face.

Writing a diary is not difficult. Yieta feels that she can do it if she tries hard. So after struggling for a long time, she finally agreed nervously: "Then I will give it a try?"

Ovella didn't know that she could only rank third in her mind. After thinking about it, she made a suggestion: "You don't have to think about writing so many complicated theories and tedious descriptions. Just write down what you experience every day and your feelings, just like writing a diary. Then, one day in the future, when we reach the end of the journey, you can look back at this diary and think about the various things you experienced during the journey. Maybe you will understand the true meaning of happiness?"

What is happiness? How to obtain happiness? And how to grasp the happiness that is already there?

"Uh, hahahaha."

There was silence all around. In the distant woods there were floating lights like fireflies. On the treetops hung dim colorless crystals. The chirping of insects was empty and noisy, but could be clearly heard.

Her tone wasn't very confident, but Ovella didn't care. Seeing her agree, she stood up happily, patted the dust off her skirt, and said, "Then I'll go get you some paper and pen! There's an unused notebook in my room. It's left over from when I helped Metien copy the potion book. You can use it. But you have to be frugal, because Lingge is very stingy. He said that I always write too big and waste space, so he doesn't want to buy me more paper."

Olvera, who had been reading, was already the wisest person in the angel girl's mind, second only to Saint Shalia, whom she respected very much, and Lingge, who was hard to understand - in other words, before Alice, Metien and Shemi. Well, it didn't seem so great when I thought about it this way.

Only when she heard her yawn did Yieta realize that it was already very late. The silver full moon in the night sky had sunk into the deep sea of ​​clouds at some point, blocking out a large area of ​​cold moonlight. Only sparse and desolate starlight was still shining, but it was too far away to be seen clearly.

Yieta was worried: "Even you can't write a book, how can I?"

In the direction of the Fairy Sleep Inn, the music from the banquet gradually faded, like the waves at low tide. The lights were still bright, but it seemed that it was time for the party to end. You could faintly hear the sound of the rabbit gentlemen cleaning up the teacups and tableware.

"It's so late," she said to Avra, "Why don't you go back and rest? I'm not in a hurry. You can give it to me tomorrow."

"It's okay." Olvera yawned again, "I can't sleep, so I'm just sitting around doing nothing."

Can't sleep?
But I see you look very sleepy, you even yawned several times. Yieta looked unconvinced, and Avella wanted to explain, but then she remembered something, so she was vague and perfunctory: "I'm really not sleepy, yawning is just... a habit. If you don't believe me, ask Ling Ge, he knows my habit, and he also knows that I am the best at staying up late, even Alice can't last longer than me."

Because she never sleeps.

When Lingge's name was mentioned, Yieta began to believe it. After all, he was not a liar, and there was no need for Avella to tell a lie that would be exposed immediately. So she nodded gently: "Then I'll leave it to you, Avella."

"Leave it to me~"

Princess Beman was in a good mood, and her tone of voice rose a little. Tonight, she not only solved the problem that had been bothering her for the past few days, but also helped other people who were in trouble. Is this the sense of accomplishment that teachers often talk about? She now deeply understands it and is proud of it.

She was about to leave with the lamp in hand, but suddenly she stopped and turned around to ask, "By the way, Yieta, when I came here just now, I heard someone singing. Was that your voice?"

Yieta shrank her neck and replied timidly, "Well, I sang it. Did it disturb you?"

"That's not true. I think it's very nice. The song is very nice and you sing it very nicely."

The content of the song is a bit sad.

It sounds like a ballad about missing home. As for why Yieta sang such a song, that's not a problem, you can ask Alice and she will know.

There was a thoughtful look in Ovilla's eyes. She praised her a few more times, using the most lavish words of praise until Yieta's face turned red and she buried herself in a pile of feathers and refused to show up. Only then did she leave with satisfaction.

Bullying little girls is really fun. I finally understand why Alice is so keen on bullying me.

……

After returning to the Fairy Sleep Inn, Olvera was immediately called over by a shepherdess. As a sister in name and status, she had actually been paying attention to this matter and even thought about whether to solve the problem herself. However, Lingge felt that her intervention would only make things more complicated, so he persuaded her to calm down and decided to let the two sisters solve this problem themselves.

Now looking at the smile on Olvera's lips, the result is probably very satisfactory. It seems that as a sister, it is also very important to give her sisters some trust and freedom. Saint Xia Liya understood this truth.

Olvera recounted the conversation between herself and Yieta, and mentioned Yieta's longing for home and singing at midnight, then quietly slipped away while her sister was thinking about something. She returned to her room, took out the notebook she hadn't used, and a favorite fountain pen, thought about it, and added a few bottles of ink, and sent them to Yieta.

Yieta was naturally very happy to receive the gift. Her eyebrows and eyes curved into crescents. She thanked Ovilla more than ten times but it was not enough. Instead, she made the latter feel a little embarrassed. She left the windmill tower room with a red face.

Huh? Why does this plot seem familiar?

After Olvera left for the second time, Ieta lay on the cold stone floor and spread out the notebook she had just received. The white little hand that had harvested primroses held the pen, and her knuckles were a little hard. The angel girl thought deeply about the blank paper for a long time, and finally solemnly wrote down a few crooked lines -

"On January 1, the weather was sunny and the wind was comfortable. The travellers and fairies came to the island. Everyone was very happy, and I was very happy too. Olvera taught me many things, so I started writing a diary."

"I ate the Saizeriya Chestnuts made by Miss Shesta herself. It tasted great, exactly the same as before. I felt so happy."

"So, if you taste the familiar taste in your memory, you will feel happy?"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)