Chapter 1133 Postscript 2 Bedtime Story

After Ji Zhentian grew up, she liked listening to bedtime stories from her father.

Mom always talks about the silly and sweet Snow White, but Dad likes to talk about blue beard, talk about the game of human nature, talk about belief and betrayal, punishment and revenge, pain and redemption, these things are obviously more emotional!

Little sweet girl, just like this, was raised by her unreliable dad to cut the black.

On this day, she finally heard her father’s last dark bedtime story, but she didn’t want to sleep at all.

So she begged her father and said:

“Tell me one more.”

Dad thought for a moment before he said, “Okay, let’s talk about the last one. After listening, you will go to bed.”

“Good~” Tiantian said sweetly.

“Then tell me a story about the Lion King.”

“OK!”

“The story begins when the Lion King has a cub, but the story is a little different from the beginning. When the cub was born, the wise orangutan elders divined that the cub cannot be kept by the lion king. It is predicted that if the lion cub is raised next to the lion king before he reaches adulthood, he will eventually kill him, the old lion king.”

“Huh?” When Tian Tianmei heard this, her small mouth opened into an O shape.

“Well, the story goes like this. The Lion King knew from the beginning that keeping a little lion by his side would kill him.”

“What will the Lion King do?” Sweet Girl is very concerned about the following.

Her father said solemnly, “He has not been able to give up his child, nor does he think that the little lion will kill him before he grows up. He did not believe this prophecy.”

“It’s over.” Miss Tiantian suddenly drooped a small face.

“Yes,” Dad sighed and continued, “So, on the day of the young lion’s adult birthday, the prophecy will come true after all, and the Lion King is dead.”

“How did you die?”

“It was an accident. He was hit by a tourist who was driving into the forest.”

“This is too unexpected, right?”

“Well,” said Tiantian Dad, his tone was a little deep, he continued, “Later, the little lion found out that he had to execute the animals that harmed his father, otherwise they would frame them and frame the ones he liked. That little lioness, and the Lion King died, the animal must pay the price of blood, otherwise, the king would become a **** for everyone to deceive.”

“But little lion, did he make a decision so early?” Tian Tian was a little surprised.

After all, in the version of the story she had read before, it was definitely not written like that.

“Yes, people always have to choose, whether it is early or late.” He said, his tone was serious.

Sometimes, Sweet Girl thinks that her father is not telling stories, but rather telling some profound and profound philosophy of life.

Dad continued, “The little lion made a choice. He knew that those sinners are always going to die, so he looked for oleander flowers, which are very poisonous, and said to them, eat these flowers, I can guarantee yours. Your family will not be affected by this incident. If you are unwilling to die, then more people will die because of you.”

“Have those animals eaten?”

“They have no choice. This is the price of killing the king. Although they just wanted to do a prank at the beginning, they didn’t expect that the king would die because no one knew in advance that the car that the tourist was driving over.”

“What happened then?”

“Later, the little lion gradually grew up to become a king, but in his heart, there was always a doubt. He wanted to know whether the lioness he liked killed his father, but he couldn’t even ask. Exit, because this is the secret of meeting blood. Once someone speaks, death will definitely happen.”

“This is too cruel for the little lion.”

He had a blood debt, but he couldn’t even ask the truth.

“Perhaps.” Dad is always so skilled at getting deep.

After a while, he continued to tell the story, “But for the little lion, the most important thing is not the past, but his future. What should he do in the future?

Does he want to live for revenge? Should more people pay the price of blood? Or, let him choose love, choose to let go of hatred, and embrace a new life, but his hands are already stained with blood, is he okay? ”

He raised a few questions in a row, and Tian Tian couldn’t help but think, and a solemn expression appeared on a small face.

“If it were me, I would want him to let go, but…for the little lion, letting go may not be so easy to do.”

“Indeed, so he needs salvation.”

“What is salvation?” Sweet girl didn’t understand.

“Salvation is a person who has done something wrong. There will be people who are willing to save him and even pay for all his sins, and sinners are also willing to do many, many good deeds to prove that he is qualified to be happy instead of falling into hell.”

“Sounds pretty good, so what would he do?”

“That’s a long story…”