When she was broadcasting live, the film king wore a bath towel and entered the mirror

Chapter 245 The Fairy Tale He Told

"Latent" is still filming smoothly.

The 30-day bedtime story has finally come to the last two days.

During this time, Tangning slept very well, not because she was tired from filming, but because she was scared by Su Ze's bedtime story.

Who tells bedtime stories about horror movies?
So in the first 28 days, whenever the original owner Su Ze started telling bedtime stories, Tangning covered half of her head with a quilt and forced herself to fall asleep within 5 minutes.

It's been the last two days. Tangning made a cup of coffee for the original owner, Su Ze, then sat down in front of the sofa bed, and said jokingly, "I've been listening to horror stories for almost a month, let's change to something else these two days. ?”

Otherwise, go to bed within 5 minutes... This daily task is too uninvolving.

Su Ze took a sip of coffee, looked at her face with dark eyes, and asked softly, "What do you want to hear?"

"Anything but horror stories."

"can."

"Have you heard of the fairy tale "The Nightingale and the Rose" written by the British writer Wilde?"

Tangning shook her head, "No. I haven't bought any of those fairy tales."

"How much do you know about Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales?"

"Except for the widely circulated 'Snow White' and 'Mermaid', I don't know the rest. It's been too long, and I don't remember how I was when I was a child."

In fact, Tangning basically didn't have a childhood. Whenever she came to a new world, she was mostly an adult.The closest I can remember is in Feng Yu's world. Tangning was only ten years old when she arrived.

It's a pity that her father in that world ate, drank, prostituted and gambled. She and her mother lived a very unstable life, and the childhood in her memory was bleak.

"I'll buy you some fairy tale books later." Su Ze glanced at her pitifully, and then began to tell the story: "The professor's daughter told the young students that as long as they gave her some red roses, she would be willing to be with you." Young people dancing."

"But there is not even a single red rose in his garden."

"The young man's words were heard by the nightingale in her nest in the tree, and she poked her head out of the green leaves and looked around. The young man cried and said, I can't find red roses anywhere in my garden Does happiness depend on such a small thing? I have read all the articles written by the wise men, and all the mysteries of knowledge are in my head, but I live a miserable life for want of a red rose. "

"After hearing this, Nightingale murmured to herself, finally there is a real lover here..."

Tangning was lying on the sofa bed, quietly listening to the original owner, Su Ze, telling fairy tales. His voice was cold, and the stories he told didn't have any emotional additions, as if he was telling a story.

In her memory, it seems that no one has ever told her a bedtime story, but she mentioned it to Shang Xuan jokingly before.

This was indeed something Tangning wanted to do before.

However, the person who is telling the story in front of her now is the original owner, Su Ze.

Tangning's mind wandered for a while, and soon she was immersed in the story again.

The prince will have a ball tomorrow evening, and the professor's daughter will be there, too, and if the young man gives her a red rose, she will dance with her till dawn.But there were no red roses in his garden, and the young man might just sit there alone, watching the girl pass by him.

The young man would be heartbroken if the girl didn't notice him.

After hearing this, Nightingale felt that the young man was indeed a true lover.

She sighed, love is really a wonderful thing, it is more precious than emerald, more rare than opal.It cannot be exchanged for pearls or pomegranates, it cannot be bought in the market, and its weight cannot be weighed with gold.

The passing lizards, butterflies and daisies, etc., could not help asking curiously after seeing them, why is he crying?
The Nightingale answered them, and the Young Man wept for a red rose.

They couldn't help laughing at the young man.

Only Nightingale knew the reason. She sat on the oak tree, imagining the mystery of love, and suddenly she spread her wings and flew into the sky.

She looked everywhere for roses.

The original owner Su talked about this, he took a few sips of coffee and put the cup on the table.

Tangning immediately asked, "What happened next?"

Su Ze gently pulled the corner of his lips, and said softly, "Later, the tree told Nightingale a way, but he said that this way is terrible."

"The tree said, that in order to have a red rose, the nightingale must make it with music by the moonlight, and dye it red with the blood of her breast. The nightingale must sing with her breast against a thorn of the tree, and for this Sing all night."

The thorn would penetrate the nightingale's breast, and flow her blood into the veins of the tree, and become the blood of the tree.

Tangning blinked, feeling a little dazed, "Exchanging death for a rose is a very high price."

"Nightingale also said the same thing." Su Ze, the original owner, leaned on the sofa and said, "Life is very precious to everyone. But love is better than life. How can a bird's heart compare to a human heart?"

So the Nightingale spread her wings again and flew into the air, and she went through the woods, and came to the place where the young man was still lying in the grass, with tears in his eyes.

The Nightingale told him to be happy, and he would soon have red roses, which she would make with music in the moonlight.

And gave the blood of her breast to make it red.

"Nightingale only wants young people to repay her one thing, and that is to be a true lover. Although philosophy is clever, love is wiser than it. Although power is great, love is greater than it."

Tangning was completely attracted by the story told by Su Ze's unhurried tone. She listened carefully to the follow-up without any sleepiness.

Seeing her childlike expression, Su couldn't help softening his usually indifferent face, and continued: "The young man looked up from the grass and listened attentively, but he didn't understand what Nightingale was talking to him, because young Man only knows what is written in books."

"But the oak tree knew in his heart that he felt very bad about it. The oak tree asked the nightingale to sing him the last song, otherwise the oak tree would feel very lonely after she left."

"As soon as the singing of the nightingale stopped, the young man stood up from the grass, and took out a notebook and a pencil from his pocket. He said that the nightingale looked really pretty, but I'm afraid she had no emotions. The young man mocked that the nightingale was like Most artists only pay attention to form, without any sincerity, and she will not make sacrifices for others."

"The young man also said that the nightingale thinks only of music, and that art is selfish, as everyone knows. But he also thinks that there are some beautiful tunes in the song of the nightingale, but they have no meaning or any practical advantage."

"The young man walked into the house and soon fell asleep."

But the Nightingale waited until the moon was high in the sky, and flew towards the rose tree, and pressed her breast against the thorn, and sang all night without stopping, and the blood on her body was almost running out.

Violent pain ran through Nightingale's body, and as her pain grew worse, her singing became more and more intense, for she sang of love consummated by death, and of love that is immortal in the grave.

Su Ze's voice faded: "In the end, this extraordinary rose turned dark red. The outer ring of the petals is dark red, and the heart of the flower is even redder, like a ruby."

"The tree cried out happily, and the rose was ready. But the nightingale didn't answer, because she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn still stuck in her heart."

When Tangning heard this, she was overwhelmed with emotion, that a little nightingale could be so great.

But Su Ze's voice continued, but it was much colder: "Later at noon, the young man opened the window and looked outside. There was a red rose there. He had never seen such a beautiful rose in his life."

"The young man bent down and plucked the rose, picked it up, and ran to the professor's house."

When Su Ze spoke up to this point, he didn't make a sound for a long while. Meeting Tangning's puzzled and expectant eyes, he smiled lightly, "Okay, the story is over, let's go to bed."

"No more?" Tangning sat up from the sofa bed. "Is this the end of the story? In the end, the young man took the red rose and danced with the professor's daughter all night?"

"Ah."

Su Ze responded casually, and didn't continue to talk about the story. He helped Tangning put down the pillow, let her lie down, and then pulled the quilt for her.

"good night."

Tangning: "Good night."

Seeing her eyes closed and ready to sleep, the original owner Su Ze softly closed the door and left.

He returned to the apartment opposite, and the system in his mind was talking to him: [This fairy tale, you don't seem to have finished it? 】

Moon Soul has the knowledge system of the entire earth, so when the original owner Su Ze told this fairy tale, he immediately knew that it was a collection of fairy tales written by the British writer and poet Oscar Wilde.

Su Ze: "It's true that I haven't finished. Young people and girls are not worthy of true love. There are very few characters like Nightingale who understand love and believe in it in reality."

Fortunately, he met Tangning and Shangxuan.

What a pity he doesn't have such a soul mate.

Yue Po agreed and said: 【There are few in reality, but there are also, rare and precious. 】

Tangning, who rarely listens to fairy tales, did not know that this story was not finished. She knew that the ending of this story was many years after returning to the original world. Her daughter took out this collection of fairy tales. With the Rose" ending.

Finally, the young man went to the professor's daughter with the rose, and wanted to dance with her.

But the girl frowned, fearing that the rose would not match her dress, and said that the nephew of the court minister had given her some precious jewels, which every one knew were worth more than flowers.

Later, the young man angrily said that the girl was an ungrateful person, and then threw the rose into the street. The rose fell into the gutter, and a carriage ran over it.

The girl said that he was only a student and would not have silver buttons on his shoes like the court minister's nephew.

The young man said as he walked, "How foolish love is, it doesn't work half as well as logic, because it proves nothing, but it always tells people things that won't happen, and makes people believe things that aren't true. To be honest, it is not practical at all, in those days, everything has to be practical. I want to go back to philosophy and learn metaphysics.”

At that time, Tangning read the ending of this fairy tale and was stunned for a while. Girls are utilitarians, young students are pragmatists, and nightingales are romantics.

The first two are the kind of people who talk about love, and most of them are these two in reality.Only Nightingale is the only character in the whole story who understands love.

In reality, perhaps just like the last sentence in the fairy tale, love is just the stupidest thing.

Some people think that girls are stupid, but in fact young students are even more stupid, but compared to young people, the most stupid is Nightingale.

Stupid enough to move almost everyone to tears.

Tangning closed the book, feeling very unhappy. She was glad that she and Shang Xuan had been in love for thousands of years.

But he also felt sorry for the fact that the original owner, Su Ze, was also a "Nightingale".

Of course, these are all for later.
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Note: "The Nightingale and the Rose" is a collection of fairy tales by British writer and poet Wilde, in the 19th century.

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