Mercury Dream

Chapter 57: The flashing light... (3)

...It's meaningless?

The bald uncle looked at the little girl in front of him with a look of surprise. Although she was less than half of her height, the confidence that the small body surged at this time seemed to be about to completely crush the surroundings, making it difficult to breathe and almost suffocate.

Everything I just said is meaningless, even if these are things you have already admitted.

I don’t know if it was because of the anger or being suppressed by Saya’s momentum. The bald uncle’s face became redder and his words became more and more rapid. At the same time, the sound of breathing began to become heavier, and his fists were tightly clenched, making the whole person look like a bullfighting locked in a fence, and it may suddenly burst out at any time to vent his inner anger.

What do you understand!? What do you understand!! We craftsmen come here thousands of miles to restore the skills of Venetian glass, but no matter how they study it! No matter how many bottlenecks you break through! No matter what clues you find from the chaotic ancient books! These people, these descendants who come to hold dreams, are all given the same title - imitators!!

The fist was tightly pinched, and the things lying on the head on the rough hands also made a slight protest sound.

Can you experience this feeling? Can you understand this feeling? Full of all pride, unparalleled confidence, and even the works that irrigate all emotions can only be exchanged for one sentence...fake.

After gritting his teeth, the bald uncle gritted his teeth hard, as if he was saying something unbearable.

...But before you gave up, Saya took the bald uncle's words and stared at the other person quietly with his clear blue eyes.

I haven't given up yet? In a daze, the bald uncle was obviously a little dazed and murmured.

That's right, so you are still standing here now. At this time, Sayya did not continue to look at the other person, but directly picked up the crystal glass bowl that he had just placed aside, put it in his hand and played with it carefully, and continued to sit on the fake you mentioned, and was still working hard.

That's...

The bald uncle gritted his teeth, and the memory slowly flowed, like an old gear...

－－ Those once familiar faces and those who work hard for the same dreams disappear one by one by one, telling the same helplessness in different voices.－－

Scenes after scenes of the past slowly emerge, like an ancient black and white movie...

－－－It becomes a routine, and the departed puts his dreams on the perseverance, and these words or expectations are like they become belts, gently but tightly covering the whole body.－－

Step by step, step by step, step by step, walk through the wilderness without any trace, and when you stop by chance, what you see is not the footprints you have stepped on, but the panic that you cannot understand at all...

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Close his eyes and his breathing gradually calmed down. The bald uncle's originally red face gradually changed back to his original appearance. At the same time, he slowly shook his head and sighed.

Sorry, I said something strange...

Before the bald uncle could finish his words, Saya, who was originally playing with the crystal glass bowl, suddenly raised his head and smiled slightly.

This is not surprising, and I also like this so-called fake, and if I can, I even hope to get more and more.

Faced with this sudden request, the bald uncle couldn't understand the meaning of Sayya's intention to express, so he could only frown in confusion, and the lines on his forehead were all rolled together.

You...

Shaye smiled, and then without waiting for the other party to react, he first put down the glass bowl in his hand, and then took out a very rare paper business card from his bag.

Didn’t you just say that fakes can never compare to genuine ones? Although you took the business card, the bald uncle couldn’t even look at it, but just looked at the weird little girl in front of you with a confused look.

That's right. Shayya nodded seriously and admitted what he had just said, but then raised his head the next moment and showed a strange smile. However, from the beginning to now, I have never said that these things are...fakes.

I picked up the goods on the display cabinet next to me, which happened to be the drawer that the bald uncle had just looked for. The isolation bag inside contained a very delicate glass cat, and the surface was filled with a faint water-blue luster.

At the same time, I don’t think this city, this new Venice, is the fake you mentioned.

... So, you said it's meaningless.

That's right, there's no meaning at all.

Hearing Saya's answer with such affirmative answer, the bald uncle still did not respond, but he lowered his head and looked at the glass jewelry in his hand that was also filled with an isolation bag. An inexplicable light flashed in his slightly heavy eyes.

Why, it is so certain that countless people have already denied it.

...Because people live here.

The water-blue cat jewelry is slowly raised in front of you, narrowing your eyes slightly to avoid the overly shining light.

Because of human dreams, this tenderness is built...

Because of human enthusiasm, this beauty is created...

Because this place does not exist in the past Venice, but in the new Venice we live in now...

The bald uncle looked at the little girl in front of him, looking at the pretty surprising little girl.

Although there was no violent throbbing, the lake in my heart was like a small stone thrown into it, causing ripples.

Looking at the glass jewelry in my hand, it was not my own work, but the finished product of an unworthy apprentice who had a big fight with me not long ago.

Even now, even after countless failures, countless regainings, countless setbacks, they are still barely on the verge of passing and are not qualified to start a new school...

...But even so, the bald uncle could still clearly recall the excited smile that the unfilled apprentice finally pinched out a glass model of enough size, and the fluffy face showed.

That was a pretty simple smile.

Get closer to the smile that I thought of.

It is naturally full of passion and dreams, and a childlike smile.

Frowning, his forehead was messy, but the uncle was still looking at the jewelry in his hand.

I……

I am quite satisfied with these works... Whether it is the crystal bowl, the crystal spoon lying beside me, or the set of cups and plates with different lusters, these are quite eye-catching existences, full of the enthusiasm of the creator.

He chuckled, turned around, and raised his hand and shook it, allowing the cat ornaments to draw a water-blue track in the air.

If possible, please send every set of works in this room to the address on the business card, and of course, this obviously unqualified jewelry is also included.

Without waiting for the bald uncle to react, Saya walked directly to the door, but before he could open the door, the wooden door took the lead and played the crisp sound of the wind chime.

master.

grandfather.

The young man with a tender face and a young girl about 10 years old appeared at the door of the store at the same time.

The bald uncle in the store was naturally shocked, but his stubborn face faintly showed a little softness.

You idiot apprentice, don’t abduct my granddaughter!!

Who has abducted her? You just kidnapped a little girl into the store.

I'm a business, a bastard!!

Lolicon old man!!

After leaving the store for a while, Sayya slowly raised his head and looked at the dim sky and the waterway dyed with the same orange color.

From a distance, you can still see a familiar ship shadow, slowly moving forward.

It seemed like I could even guess a single glove pilot with an extremely serious face, but always with a warm smile.

Before he knew it, Sayya sat next to the river bank and picked up the glass cat brought out from the store.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

Nah, because there are so many gentle people, there is such a beautiful city...

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Sayya’s message: Yai, the glass decoration I ordered a few days ago was finally delivered, but for some reason, one of them looked like President Ariya, and it was almost a big deal. It was really weird… Haha.

Yai's message: Is President Yaria's model? I also want to see it... By the way, the relationship between the fake and the authentic one mentioned by Sayer a few days ago, I still think that New Venice is not what everyone calls a counterfeit, because, because there are many memories there constantly accumulate there, and there are more and more beauty waiting for everyone to experience!


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