Every grain is a hard-won miracle—this is what the village chief taught them since they were young, and Ramoy remembered it in his heart.
On the third day, she went to the cave to deliver food to Attila.
The food in the basket still remained silent.
Attila: "Don't come near me!"
Ramoy returned silently and repeated his actions.
On the fourth day, the food in the basket had some messy traces, but it was not caused by Atty, but by the animals in the forest when they moved.
Attila: "I don't know you, don't come again!"
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The seventh day.
Attila: "You bore me, why should I care about me, which will only bring disasters?"
Attila no longer faced the wall, but turned her head and looked at Ramoy with a puzzled face.
Ramoy smiled nicely, "Because you saved my life."
"Then your kindness has been reported, don't come again." Attila said coldly, turning her head and looking at the dark cave.
Ramoy did not say much, but repeated the meaningless action.
The eighth day...
The ninth day...
The thirteenth day...
This kind of feeding seems to have been integrated into Ramoy's daily life.
Until the twenty-seventh day, Ramoy found that the basket was empty.
Ramoy held the empty basket and looked at Attila who turned her back with a smile on her face. She didn't say anything, just put new food on it and walked away silently.
Perhaps it was Attila’s years of freedom that made Attila dislike the wastage of food, or it was moved by Ramoy’s constant approach to him. In the next few days, Attila will be Ramoy. The food that was fed was eaten.
Although there is no language communication between each other, Attila has a wonderful feeling of being close to the heart, which is the feeling that I once felt in Lingzi and Altria Pendragon.
Perhaps it was the soft feeling that made her accept Ramoy's kindness.
There is just one thing, Attila is always puzzled.
Finally one day, she couldn't help it anymore, and asked Ramoy, "Why are you so close to me?"
"If you want to repay your gratitude, it can be over here. Don't come again, come close to me, unfortunate things will definitely happen." Attila said.
"Actually..." Ramoy hesitated for a moment, then gathered courage, looked at Attila and said: "Actually, I feel Miss Attila is a bit like when I was a child."
"Like when you were a kid?" Attila asked.
Ramoy nodded: "Some...lonely, and then... there is emptiness and loneliness in my heart that can't be filled. It's amazing, I feel that when I communicate with Miss Attila, there will be a strange peace in my heart. "
Upon hearing this, Attila remained silent.
Because this is poking her heart.
She is lonely, she is lonely, she is longing for beauty and softness... However, the price of longing, the price of contact, is to destroy those cherished things one by one.
If you want to make contact, until one day you go violently and destroy all those things, such a thing...how selfish?
Therefore, Attila chose to close herself.
"This is your illusion. Don't come again. I don't like you." Attila said.
Ramoy left in a loss, but the next day, she came again.
This makes Attila very helpless, considering whether she wants to leave here, find a corner of the world without anyone, and completely let herself disappear.
But when I thought about it this way, I was vaguely reluctant in my heart.
Attila understands, because she likes the smooth daily life of communicating with others.
But she also understands that one day, she will ruin such a smooth routine.
Ramoy was thinking about what to cook for Miss Attila tomorrow.
Although it is a bit wrong to say that, in these days of making food for Attila, she magically has a sense of warmth and warmth that she has never had before.
Perhaps this is the feeling of home that the village chief said.
Not the empty, lonely house, but the warmth of being able to take care of others and being taken care of by others.
At this point, Ramoy finally understood why he would be so happy to give Attila food, because it was a sense of care and expectation for others, as if life were bright.
Simply put, there is hope in life.
However, under such expectation, a strange man came to Attila.
It was a new morning. Ramoy, who was about to deliver food to Attila, saw a strange man speaking to Attila.
"Finally found you, Master Attila." The man said humbly, "From the very beginning, I felt that this wave of wavelength belongs to you, but now it is true. I finally found you, Lord Attila, the giant god."
"Who are you?" Attila asked warily.
"I am your loyal servant, an incompetent human, Archimedes." The man said with a smile.
Huh?
As if he had noticed something, Archimedes raised his eyebrows and turned his head to take a look. His eyes fell on Ramoy's third eye, and there was a touch of surprise in his eyes, and he murmured: "This is really an unexpected gain..."
Chapter 76 Did you do something strange?
Archimedes looked at Ramoy's third eye thoughtfully, "It's unbelievable. I always thought it was a Mayan legend. I didn't expect that it actually existed in history. It seems that this time came. There is nothing wrong..."
"That, Mr. Archimedes...?"
Ramoy looked at Archimedes timidly. She didn't want to get close to Archimedes, but in this situation, I am afraid there is no way to leave alone, right?
Archimedes smiled at Ramoy, "Hello, are you taking care of Master Attila these days?"
"Talking, not talking about taking care, just repaying favors and sending something to Miss Attila."
Ramoy looked at Archimedes cowardly. This person's smile was very gentle and kind, but Ramoy felt extremely dangerous.
Because there was always a tingling sensation in the third eye between her brows.
Not boasting, Ramoy knows that his third eye has the ability to distinguish between good and evil. When looking at someone who is kind to him, the third eye will be very comfortable, but the gaze is holding to himself. When a malicious person, this eye will have a tingling sensation.
Therefore, even if Attila’s runaway appearance is terrible, Ramoy is still willing to approach her, because Ramoy could not detect malice from Attila, but the person in front of him, this person named Archimedes, Not so.