[Comprehensive] BE saves the world

"..."

Tokitsuki Kazuno was silent for a long, long time.

"Yumeno will be very angry if he hears this."

She closed the book and looked at me quietly. After a while, a slightly melancholy smile appeared on her face.Like the shadow of the moon cast on the snow, or like the shadow of flowers swaying on the water, it is incredibly beautiful, but also incredibly fragile.

"Do you think I'll be happy if I do this?"

"It's me who will be happy." I denied her softly, "I want to do this for myself."

"How cunning."

Despite saying such words, Funo's eyes were still calm.There was no sense of accusation in that sentence, no sense of condemnation.Just pointing out that fact very indifferently.

"It's also about the frankness, the gentleness, and the fact that you always say the most irresistible words... You are really a very cunning girl."

If someone else said this to me, I would definitely deny it desperately.You will feel ashamed, you will be overwhelmed by shame, and you will never want to see that person again.

But, how strange.

My heart is unbelievably stable, and I am not at all afraid of Funo who exposes this.

Feng Nai has no malice, and Feng Nao does not think that being cunning is a bad thing.

Because the wind is very gentle.

because……

"Funo doesn't hate me, right?"

I whispered.

"Hmm." Her voice was very soft, like a thin red petal falling on spring water, "I don't hate you."

"Tokitsuki Kaze's favorability is 60, and the scarab statue of wisdom is rewarded x10"

I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"This way of living will be very hard." She opened the book again and cast her eyes on the pages. "If you want to save someone, you have to take the other person's burden and carry it on your own. However, people just carry My own pain will be overwhelmed. If I recite too much, I will not be able to walk or even get up. Even if I think I can recite it, I will become overwhelmed over time... Or it would be easier to remove some properly?"

That is... Feng Nai's unique gentleness.

As gentle as poison.

She will never say "Persevere a little longer", "Please don't give up for important people", "Hatred, anger, jealousy are not allowed", "Be positive and don't be so negative", "You think too much", "It's not good to be selfish" Class words.

No dark thought, no selfishness, no cowardice, no stupidity, she would never deny, much less laugh at.

She just accepted them as a kind of existence calmly.

That's why it's tenderness.

So it is poisonous.

Gentle enough to soothe the pain.

It can also make people think that there is nothing wrong with walking on the road of destruction.

I wondered vaguely, are those girls who met Funo also feel the same way?

Because of meeting her and being treated so tenderly, the unbearable pain became bearable.So I chose to continue to be patient, not to make any changes to the status quo, and to conceive the dream of "being rescued" in my heart, so that I forgot that I was still in the dark, always standing on the edge of the cliff.

Therefore, when I finally wake up from my dream, I will become crazy and go to disillusionment because I find that I have fallen from the cliff.

"Indeed, it will be much easier to take it off." I nodded, "But, Funo, aren't you too? Even knowing this, you still extended your hand to others."

Time and time again, reaching out to those girls in the dark night.

"I'm not burdened with anything." She lowered her eyes and turned the page again. "And... I was just listening to them. I didn't save anyone, not once."

"Who said that?"

I reached out and pressed the picture book in her hand.This time, Funo finally looked up at me.I looked at her, and clearly saw my own reflection in her pupils.That me is smiling.

"You saved me."

In that desperate night, I didn't know what else to do, which direction to go, or even what I was thinking, and I met an incredible beautiful girl.

—Are you in pain?

—I am always in the night if need be.

Those two words are redemption.

At least at that moment, it saved me.

Like grabbing the hand of a drowning man, just for that moment, I got a chance to breathe.

Even if it's just a moment of peace, even if it's just a moment of relief, that's enough for me.

I can't pull myself together if it's just me.If you don't pull yourself together, you won't be able to move.

So, Feng Nao has already saved me.

"And, I'm sure a lot of people think so."

Those girls wandering in the middle of the night must have felt saved for a moment.

Of this, I can be sure.

No matter what path they chose in the end, when they were by Funo's side, they must feel that they were saved.

"yes……"

Feng Nai turned his head to the side, and stopped his gaze on a certain point in the void.She murmured in a slightly lonely voice with a voice that was so light that it was almost talking to herself.

"—What a happy person. She thinks so now." Ai jumped on my shoulder and said so.

"Then, you just need to do what you want to do." Feng Nai turned around and stared at me quietly, "If you think this is better, just do it."

"Even if Yumeno will be angry?" I whispered.

"Even if Mengye will be angry." Feng Nai said, with a slight smile on his lips, "However, Mengye is easy to get angry."

...Wow, Funo sister can actually joke?

I was so surprised that I poured down the rest of the porridge.

...and almost choked me to death.

"Cough, cough cough... Anyway, since the injury is healed, I'll go first. It's not good to be seen by your parents later." I stood up, hesitated and waved at Feng Nai, "Then... Bye-Bye?"

"If you want to see me." Feng Nai put down the book and stared at me with those dark eyes, "I will always be in the dark night."

"Ok!"

I opened the window, smiled and waved to her.

"Then, see you next time, Funo."

Leaving the mansion with ease.I stepped on the square bricks of the sidewalk and asked ai silently in my heart, a question that I have been curious about since a long time ago.

"What is Funao's [Bubble Calamity]?"

Based on the theory of archetypes, [Bubble Calamity] that appears in the form of a fairy tale... What is that fairy tale belonging to Funo?

"Isn't it obvious?" AI tilted his head, "It's 'Snow Queen'...Using your familiar translation, it's "Snow Queen"."

My steps stopped suddenly.

Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale "Snow Queen" has almost nothing to do with Disney's "Frozen" in terms of plot. ", "Frozen" was also brought to court by a French director, who accused Disney of plagiarizing the core settings in his animation works.

Andersen's "Snow Queen" is a fairy tale with a distinct Andersen color.

Brutal, beautiful, religious, with a lot of symbolism and a touch of horror.

At the beginning of the story, there is a magic mirror that can distort everything.The magic mirror shattered into thousands of pieces, falling into people's eyes and hearts.People who have fallen into the magic mirror fragments see everything distorted. They can no longer see beautiful things, but can only see ugliness and sin.And those who have a magic mirror in their hearts, their hearts will be frozen into ice cubes, and they will no longer feel the beautiful existence in their hearts.

"...The fragments of that magic mirror are really similar." I muttered, "It's like fragments of the nightmare bubble."

[Nightmare of God] is like the magic mirror of disaster.And [Nightmare Bubble] is like a fragment of a magic mirror.

"Kazuno Tokitsuki was boarded by [Nightmare Bubble] when she was very young, and because of her high sensibility, she merged too deeply with [Nightmare Bubble]." ai nodded me with the tip of her tail The corner of my eye, and then tapped my heart, "She is like Kay in "Snow Queen", her eyes have been shattered, so she can no longer see beautiful things. Her heart has been shattered, and gradually freezes into ice."

"Yue Nai is Gerda..." My voice dropped, "It was Gerda who didn't save Kay..."

As Kay's control group, Gerda is gentle, innocent, kind and upright.Except for the normal and healthy Yukino who has always existed as a control group for the abnormal and distorted Tokitsuki Funo, who else can take on this role?

Xue Nai is Gerda who failed to save Kay.So no matter how hard you try, you can't understand each other with Funo.Obviously the two sisters care about each other so much, but words can't convey each other's heart.

"So... who is Snow White?" I asked.

"It's the god of death, or rather, death." AI analyzed it like Shenshouya, "Winter itself is associated with 'death', as the queen of winter and snow, she is also a symbol of death. In fairy tales Here, the first time she kissed Kay, Kay 'felt like he was going to die' and soon 'it didn't feel cold around her', and the second time she kissed Gay, Kay forgot about Granny and G Erda... don't you think that this is too close to death itself? Even Snow White herself said that her kiss will bring death."

I recalled "The Snow White" according to the idea of ​​distorting fairy tales based on symbols and symbols in "Fragmented Grimm's Fairy Tales", and suddenly thought of a detail that made my face turn blue.

"Wait, wait a minute... There seems to be a symbol similar to resurrection in "Snow Queen"?"

"That's right. The Snow White brought Kay to her palace, which can be understood as a different world, or a world of death. The first step for Gerda to find Kay was to take a boat and be drowned by the river." Take away, the river and the boat, this is a bit like the legend of the river of the underworld in Greek mythology, right? Gerda finally brought back Kay, who was regarded as 'dead' by the ordinary world - this can be regarded as resurrection from the dead kind of."

"...It's like the ghost of Funo standing behind Yukino all the time." I recalled the plot of "Broken Chapter Grimm's Fairy Tales", and my complexion became more and more ugly.

"However, in this story, Gerda didn't get back the Kay she wanted to save, what she got was the ghost of Kay who was always mocking everything, with a distorted vision and a heart like ice." Wu Bo, "Why, do you want to replace Yukino and become Gerda?"

"I can't be Gerda." I shook my head, "There is no place for me in Funo's story. Her Gerda can only be Yukino."

"You know it very well."

"However, I want to destroy the magic mirror."

I said calmly.

"As long as the magic mirror loses its magic power, then Gerda will definitely be able to bring Kay back."

Yukino can definitely bring Feng Nao back.

Just as Gerda's tears melted the shards of the magic mirror in Kayi's eyes and heart.

I believe that as long as she is given enough time, Yukino will be able to bring Funo out of that cold, cruel and dark world.

"Xue Nai can do it." I smiled at ai, "They are sisters."

The author has something to say: The characteristic of Scholar Koda is that he interprets fairy tales blindly, and over-interprets them to the extreme.

Some are reasonable and some are ridiculous... You can go to see his interpretation of Mermaid and Rapunzel, which is very interesting.

Enclosed is the full text of The Snow Queen.It's actually pretty dark.The religious atmosphere is particularly strong.

"Snow Queen" Andersen

Ye Junjian's translation.

First Story: About a Mirror and Its Fragments

Please note!Now we're about to get started.When we hear the end of this story, we shall know more than we do now.He's a bad kid, he's the worst guy because he's the devil.One day he was very happy because he made a mirror.This mirror has a characteristic: that is, all good and beautiful things shrink into a ball and become nothing when they are illuminated in it; but some worthless and ugly things will stand out and look smaller than the original. worse.The most beautiful landscapes will be like boiled spinach in this mirror; the best people will either appear abominable, or have their heads down and their feet up, bodyless, with faces deformed and unrecognizable.If you have a freckle, you have no doubts that it can enlarge to cover your nose and mouth.

The devil said: This is really interesting.When a pious and good thought arises in a man's heart, it appears in this mirror as a grinning grin.Then the devil laughed triumphantly at his ingenious invention.Those who went to the devil's school - because he opened a school - spread the word everywhere they went, saying that now a miracle happened.For the first time, they say, people can see the world and human beings for what they really are.They run around with this mirror, and there is not a single country or nation that has not been distorted in it.Now they want to fly to the sky and laugh at Angel or "our God."The higher the mirror and they flew, the more it smiled strangely.They can barely hold it.Higher and higher they flew, nearer God and the Angel; and the mirror, with its mirth, began to tremble horribly, so that it fell from their hands to the earth in billions, hundreds of billions, and countless pieces.Thus the mirror does even more unfortunate things than before, for there are many fragments smaller than grains of sand.They fly around the world, as long as they fly into people's eyes, they stick there and don't move.These people see that nothing is right, or only see the bad side of things, because each little fragment still has the magic of the whole mirror.Some people even harbor such a fragment in their hearts, and as a result, unfortunately, the heart turns into a block of ice.

Some of the fragments were large enough to be panes in windows, but it was not proper to see one's friends through such panes.Some fragments were made into glasses.Nor is it right if one wants to wear such glasses to see things correctly or to judge things impartially.This would make the devil laugh until his stomach hurts, because he was so happy about such things.But there are still a few pieces flying around in the air outside.Now let's hear it!

Second Story: A Little Boy and a Little Girl

In a big city, there are so many houses and people, and so little space, that people don't even have a small garden.It turns out that most people are content with a few flowers in pots.Here lived two poor children who had a garden a little bigger than a pot.They were not brother and sister, but they were very dear to each other, as if they were brother and sister.Their respective parents live in two attics facing each other.The roofs of the two houses are almost touching; there is a water pot under the two eaves; each house has a small window.People can go from one window to another as long as they cross the spanner.

The parents of the two families each have a large box, in which grows a small rose and the vegetables they need.The roses in both boxes were growing very nicely.Now the two parents put the box horizontally on the water pan, and the two ends of the box almost touch the windows on both sides, like two embankments full of flowers.The pea-vines hung from the boxes, and the roses stretched out their long branches.They coiled around the windows, and intertwined with each other, almost like a triumphal arch of green leaves and flowers.As the box was placed so high, the children knew they could not climb on it casually, but sometimes they were allowed to climb up, and the two of them came together and sat on little stools under the roses.They can have a good time here.

This pastime is over in winter.The windows are often covered with ice.But then they heat a copper plate on the stove, stick it to the window-pane, and melt out a small, round peep-hole!From the peephole in every window a beautiful, gentle eye peeps.This is the little boy and the little girl.The boy's name was Kay; the girl's name was Gerda.

In summer they would be together in a single jump; but in winter they would have to walk down a long flight of ladders and then climb a long flight of ladders again.Snowflakes are flying outside.

"That's the gathering of white bees," said the old grandmother.

"Do they have a queen too?" asked the little boy.Because he knows that every real bee colony has a queen.

"Yes, they have one!" said the grandmother. "Wherever bees are densest, she will come. She is the biggest bee. She never lives quietly in this world; she flies in a moment." To the thick swarms of bees. She used to fly over the city streets on winter nights, and look in the windows, which were covered with strange icicles, as if they were blooming."

"Yes, I've seen that!" said the two children in unison.They know it's true.

"Can the Snow Queen come in here?" asked the little girl.

"If you will let her in," said the boy, "I will sit her on the warm stove, and she will melt into water."

But the old grandmother cut his hair and told some other stories.

In the evenings, when little Kay was in the house half undressed, he would climb into a chair by the window and look out through the little peephole.There were several snowflakes falling slowly outside, and the largest of them fell on the edge of the flower box.The snowflake grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a woman.She was draped in the thinnest white gauze woven of snowflakes like countless stars.She was very beautiful and delicate, but she was made of ice—shining, sparkling ice.Yet she was alive: her eyes shone like two bright stars; but there was neither peace nor quiet in her eyes.She nodded and waved at Kay.The little boy became frightened.He jumped out of the chair and felt as if a huge bird was flying past the window.

There was a frost the next day... followed by a thaw... and spring came.The sun is shining, green shoots are emerging, swallows are building their nests, windows are open, and children are sitting high in the little garden on the roof of the building.

Roses are blooming so beautifully this summer!The little girl read a hymn by heart, and roses were mentioned there.Speaking of roses, she couldn't help thinking of her own flowers.So she sang this hymn to the little boy, and he sang too:

Roses grow in abundance in the valley,

There we meet the Baby Jesus.

Arm in arm, the two little ones kissed the roses, and looked at the shining sun of God, and spoke to it as if the Baby Jesus were there.What a sunny summer it is!How beautiful it all was outside, among those rose bushes--these roses seemed to never end!

Kay and Gerda sat looking at a picture book of birds and animals.Just then the clock in the cathedral tower struck five.Then Kay said:

"Ah! something pierces my heart! something falls into my eye!"

The little girl put her arms around his neck.He blinked.No, he saw nothing.

"I don't think there's anything left!" he said.But that's not the case.What fell was a shard of glass cracked from the mirror.We remember very well that it was a magic mirror, an ugly piece of glass.It makes all that is great and good small and abominable, but it highlights all that is base and criminal, and at the same time calls attention to the defects of everything.Poor little Kay had such a splinter stuck to his heart, and his heart became like a block of ice at once.He wasn't unhappy, but the fragments were in his heart.

"Why are you crying?" he asked. "It makes you look so ugly! I don't like it at all. Phew!" he exclaimed suddenly: "That rose was eaten by a worm! Look, this one is crooked too! They are ugly roses indeed! They are just like the box in which they were planted!"

So he gave the box a good kick, and pulled up the two roses.

"Kay, what are you doing?" the little girl called out.

As soon as he saw her panic, he plucked another rose.So he jumped in through his window, leaving tender little Gerda outside.

When she followed her in with the album, he said that the book was only for nursing children.When my grandmother was telling a story, he always inserted a "but...", and whenever he got the chance, he would sneak behind her, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and imitating her Speech: He learned so cleverly that everyone laughed at him.Before long he learned to imitate the conversation and walk of people on the street.Whatever was weird and ugly in people, Kay would imitate.Everyone said: "This boy must have a special mind!" But it was all because he had a shard of glass in his eye and a shard of glass in his heart.He even laughed at little Gerda—the Gerda who loved him with all his heart.

His game was obviously a little different, and he played it much smarter than before.One winter's day, when the snowflakes were flying, he came out with a magnifying glass, and lifted the hem of his blue coat so that the snowflakes fell on it.

"Gerda, come and look at this mirror!" he said.

Each snowflake is magnified, like a beautiful flower, or a star with six pointed points.It's really wonderful.

"You see, how ingenious it is!" said Kay. "It's much more interesting than real flowers: there's nothing wrong with it--as long as they don't melt, it's very neat."

After a while, Kay came with thick gloves and a sledge on his back.He called into Gerda's ear: "I have permission to go to the square—a lot of other children are playing there." And he went away.

In the square the most daring children used to tie their sledges to the back of country folk's wagons, and ride in them for long distances.They run very happily.While they were playing, a large sleigh rolled by.It was painted snow-white, and sitting on it was a man wearing a thick-haired white fur robe and a thick-haired white hat.The sled slid twice around the square.Kay hastily fastened his own sled to it, and slid along with it.It slid faster and faster until it slid into a neighboring street.The man on the sled turned around and nodded kindly to Kay.They seemed to know each other.Every time Kay tried to untie his sledge, the man nodded to him again; and Kay sat down again.In this way, they slid out of the city gate.At this time, the snowflakes were falling densely on the ground, and the child could not see his fingers, but he was still sliding forward.He let go of the rope hastily now, trying to free himself from the big sled.But it was of no use, his little sled was fastened very fast.They slide forward like the wind.Then he cried out loudly, but no one paid any attention to him.The snowflakes are flying, and the sleigh is flying.Now and then they jumped up, as if flying over fences and ditches.He was very frightened.He misses praying, but all he remembers is the multiplication table.

The snow is falling more and more.In the end the snowflakes looked like giant white chickens.The big sled suddenly jumped sideways and stopped; the sledger stood up.The man's fur coat and hat were made entirely of snowflakes.It turned out to be a woman, tall and slender, with white light shining all over her body.She is the Snow Queen.

"We're gliding well," she said, "but you're shivering, aren't you? Get into my fur coat."

She carried him into her sleigh, seated him beside her, and wrapped him up in her furs.He seemed to have fallen into a snowdrift.

"Are you still cold?" she asked, kissing his forehead.

ah!This kiss is colder than ice!It penetrated into the frozen half of his heart—he felt as if he was dying.But this feeling didn't last long, and I immediately felt comfortable.He also no longer felt the cold around him.

"My sled! Don't forget my sled!"

That was the first thing that came to his mind.It was fastened securely to a white chicken, and the broiler was flying behind them with the sled on its back.Snow Queen kissed Kay again.From then on he completely forgot about little Gerda, his grandmother, and everyone in the family.

"You don't need any more kisses now," she said, "because if you do, I'll kiss you to death."

Kay looked at her.She was so beautiful that he could never imagine a more beautiful and intelligent face.Unlike the way she was sitting outside the window waving to him before, she doesn't look like snow at all now.She was perfect in his eyes; he felt no fear at all now.He told her that he could do mental calculations, even fractions; he knew the entire size of the country and its inhabitants.She just smiles.At this time, he seemed to feel that he didn't know too much.He looked up at the vast sky; she flew with him above the clouds.The storm is blowing and whistling, as if singing an ancient song.They flew over woods and lakes, over sea and land; and below them the wind howled, the wolves howled, and the snowflakes shone.A flock of screeching crows flew overhead.But above was a bright moon, and Kay had been looking at it all through the long winter night.At dawn he fell asleep at the feet of Queen Snow.

The Third Story: The Garden of a Magic Woman

How did little Gerda feel when Kay did not come back?Where has he gone?No one knew, and no one brought any news.Some of the boys told her that they had seen him tie the sledge to a big, beautiful sledge, drive up the street, and slide out of the city gate.Nobody knew where he was.Many tears were shed, but little Gerda cried for a long time and was very sad.Afterwards it was thought he was dead--drowned in the river that ran past the town.Ah, what a dark and long winter day it was!

Now spring comes with warm sun rays.

"Kay is dead and gone!" said little Gerda.

"I don't believe it!" Sunlight said.

"He's dead, gone!" she said to Swallow.

"I don't believe it!" they replied.At last little Gerda herself did not believe it.

"I'll put on my new red shoes," she said one morning, "the ones Kay never saw before. Then I'll go to the river and look for him!"

It was still early in the day.She kissed the sleeping grandmother, put on her red shoes, and went out of town alone to the river.

"Did you really take my dear playmate away? If you give him back to me, I'll give you these red shoes!"

It seemed to her that the waves were nodding strangely at her.So she took off her most beloved thing - red shoes.She threw the shoes into the river.But they landed so close to the shore that the surf brought them back to land and returned them to her.The river seemed unwilling to take this beloved of hers, since it had not taken her darling Kay away.But she thought she hadn't cast the shoes far enough.So got into a boat that was anchored among the reeds.She went to the other end of the boat and threw the shoes out.But the boat was not fastened, and a movement of hers sent it drifting away from the shore.As soon as she saw this, she wanted to get out of the boat, but before she reached the other end, the boat was an Aaron away from the shore.It drifts faster than before.

Danish name for length, equal to 0 meters.

Little Gerda was very frightened and began to cry.But no one could hear her but the sparrow; and the sparrow could not bring her back to land.But they flew along the bank and sang as if to comfort her: "Here we are! Here we are!" and the boat went down stream.Little Gerda sat still with her socks on her feet.Her pair of little red shoes floated behind her.But they couldn't come to the boat because the boat was going very fast.

The two sides are very beautiful.There are beautiful flowers and old trees on the shore, and there are hillsides with cattle and sheep, but there is no one.

"Perhaps the river will take me to little Kay," thought Gerda.

This made her feel better.She stood up and looked for a long time at the beautiful green banks on both sides.Soon she came to a large cherry orchard.Here was a little house, with strange blue and red windows, and a thatched roof, and outside stood two wooden soldiers: they saluted all who passed by in their boats.

Gerda called them because she thought they were real soldiers.Of course they won't answer.She came near them, and the river had carried the boat ashore.

Gerda cried out louder.Then a very old woman came out with a cane: she was wearing a big straw hat with many beautiful flowers painted on it.

"You poor little darling!" said the old woman, "how did you come so far on this rolling river?"

Then the old woman went into the water, hooked the boat with her stick, dragged her to the bank, and took little Gerda down in her arms.

Gerda was glad to be back on dry land now, but she was a little afraid of the strange old woman.

"Come, tell me who you are and how you got here," she said, and Gerda told her everything.The old woman shook her head and said: "Hum! Hm!" When Gerda had finished all the story and asked her if she had seen little Kay, the old woman said that he had not come, but that he would come, Don't be too sad for Gerda, she can taste the cherries and look at the flowers, which are better than any picture book, because they each tell a story.So she took Gerda by the hand, and led her into the little room, and locked the door.

The windows opened high; the glass was painted red, blue, and yellow.The sunlight streams in wonderfully, in many different colors.There were many of the best cherries on the table.Gerda ate as much as she could, because she could eat more, and that was all right.While she was eating, the old woman combed her hair with a golden comb.Her hair was swished in long, beautiful yellow rings, hanging down her kindly little face like roses in full bloom.

"I have long wished for a lovely little girl like you," said the old woman, "and now you will see how we shall live happily together!"

When the old woman combed her hair, she gradually forgot her playmate Kay, because the old woman could do magic tricks, but she was not a wicked witch.She was just playing a little trick for her own amusement, while she wanted to keep little Gerda.So she went out into the garden now, and pointed with her stick to all the roses.Although the flowers bloomed beautifully, they soon sank to the dark ground: no one could tell where they were.The old woman was terrified: if Gerda saw the roses, she would think of her own flowers, and therefore of the roses.