Childhood Anime Grand Tour

Chapter 53 Angel Sheeta

"Have you bought the food yet?"

"Master, there's a girl..."

Before Balu could finish speaking, the steam pipe next to the master started leaking. Balu, who was about to speak, had to put down his food bottle and rush over to help.

This factory is so old that it can't keep up with the times, and malfunctions like this happen frequently, but these people still choose to stay here.

Zheng Zhihua has a song called "The Story of the Youngest Child," which tells the story of a miner's life. In it, he sings: "The treasure in the pit is gone, why don't we move away? Father murmurs, 'There are still old friends here.'"

"Damn, it's so hot..."

Repairing such things is quite dangerous, but the veteran miners are used to it. As the valve is tightened, like a bug in a programmer's code, another malfunction occurs.

"Master, there's something..."

bark...

"Damn it, shut off the other valve right now!"

There was clearly no time for Baru to explain; he had to run to the valve. Fortunately, Baru was very skilled at it, and after putting on adult gloves, he tightened the valve in no time.

"Balu, give me the wrench..."

ding ding ding...

As the saying goes, the more you try to help, the more trouble you cause. Just then, the bell in the mine tunnel rang again.

"Baru, hurry and pull the lever..."

"Hi!!"

In fact, Balu had been an apprentice to his master for many years, but he rarely had the opportunity to operate the handbrakes. Hearing his master's instructions, Balu felt as if he was being given an important task. Pulling the two handbrakes, Balu looked again at the girl who had just fallen from the sky.

"brake!!!"

The master shouted, and Balu finally reacted. He immediately used all his strength, but fortunately the master reminded him in time, and no accident occurred.

Soon, as the mine tunnel slide rose, five people pushed a mine cart out. Although they were just miners, they were very well dressed, and each of them wore a hat.

Hats, on the other hand, are a symbol of identity in this world, just like clothes. You'll see that the people in this town may wear torn or patched clothes, but their hats must be intact.

This is a European tradition: even if you're sleeping on the streets, you can pawn your clothes, but you must keep your hat. If you see someone who doesn't even have a hat, it means that person's life isn't just financially strained, but desperate.

You can think of this as the real clothing, and as for the hat, it has its own meaning in both this world and Howl's Moving Castle.

The miners in front of us were the same; although they were all of the same status, two of them wore round, tall hats. These hats have many names; if they are pointed and slanted, they are called Panama hats, but these two were clearly not. Their hats were nicknamed gambler's hats.

Of course, despite the man's shiny hat, if you look closely, you'll see that his trousers are patched at the hem.

"The amount of ore has decreased significantly in the past few days; there's no tin left, let alone silver!!"

Miners rely on mining to make a living. If they can't find precious metals, it won't be long before they all starve.

“Why don’t we dig to the east? That area has been excavated before, leaving many old mine pits.”

"You guys go up first!!"

The captain didn't say anything more, and by this point everyone knew, so they could only sigh helplessly. They were clearly not the first group to arrive here. In the past, when the mineral resources were abundant, even if the earliest people didn't get rich from it, they already had the ability to leave.

After the workers left, the foreman was also very discouraged. He walked over and pulled down the pressure relief valve, and white steam gushed out.

"Baru, you don't need to work overtime tonight! Put the fire out, this economic downturn is really infuriating!!"

Pazu didn't speak. As the saying goes, children from poor families mature early, and he understood the hardships and difficulties of adults' lives! Then his gaze turned to Shida, who was lying there.

"Balu, don't forget to oil that old machine!"

"Hi!!"

Finally, the master turned off the light, and as the last glimmer of light went out, the scene was plunged into complete darkness. Balu still didn't have a chance to tell the master about the girl.

Meanwhile, in the sky, Dora's team's ornithopters continued their search, but ultimately returned empty-handed to the Tiger.

"Mom, it's too dark, I can't find it!!"

"Have you searched carefully, you useless things?"

Don't let their status as sky pirates fool you; in Dora's eyes, they're always children who never grow up. Even their way of calling her "Mom" has a childish, pleading tone. And while Dora might call them useless, it's not meant as criticism. After all, she's raised these kids all these years on her own! This mother has had a truly remarkable journey.

The next morning, because there was an extra person in the house, Pazu gave up the only bed to Sheeta and slept on the floor next to her.

Pazu's routine was very regular. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that the girl from last night had not woken up. Pazu looked at Sheeta's face. Compared to the dark environment last night, the morning light was shining on Sheeta's face. She was sleeping peacefully.

After seeing that Shiita was safe and sound, Pazu smiled and got up to scratch his chest in relief.

As the sky gradually brightened, the full view of Balu's house became clear. It used to be a brick kiln, which was abandoned, and Balu made his home next to it. At this moment, he skillfully climbed up the stairs to the roof, holding a trumpet in his hand.

After stretching, I casually released the pigeons from the rooftop. I ran a few steps to the top and awakened the entire valley with rousing music. (It was beautiful!!)

Music and pigeons are both exhilarating, unrestrained, and free, just like Balu, who yearns for freedom.

Those who yearn for freedom are often the ones who are not free.

Clearly, Balu is not free. He is not a native, or rather, he has no choice but to stay here since his parents left, and his heart does yearn for freedom.

Leave here and go find Laputa.

So Balu's love for music, raising pigeons, assembling flying machines—everything he does is driven by a desire to leave.

As the melodious sound of the trumpet rang out, the first rays of morning sunlight appeared, instantly illuminating the entire town. With the arrival of countless rays of dawn, the town slowly began to see the smoke of cooking fires rise.

Actually, this place is quite nice, but life is always like this: it prevents those who want to return home from doing so, and makes those who want to leave from taking that step.

Pazu's trumpet music also woke Sheeta from her sleep. She opened her eyes and looked around in confusion, trying to recall what happened last night. After looking at everything in the room in astonishment, she immediately grabbed the levitation stone on her chest. Seeing that it was still there, Sheeta was relieved.

Sheeta was really unlucky. She was just staying at home when a group of soldiers broke in and kidnapped her without saying a word. Thinking about it now, she still feels a little scared.

The cabin was simple but very clean, which was quite rare. There was a teapot on the stove, photos of hot air balloons and spaceships on the wall, and a patched piece of clothing on the other side, which indicated that Balu's quality of life was not very good.

That's just how people are. If you fall from the heights to the depths, the psychological gap is absolutely unbearable. On the contrary, if you start from the depths, every step you take afterward is a step towards the heights.

Of course, this is not a glorification of suffering! The saying that children from poor families mature early is because they have no choice but to take on the responsibility. As the Muslims say, I also wish my child could be born amidst songs and music, but the reality is gunfire and war.

A small house can't confine everyone, because the freedom of the soul is the most sublime. Speaking of small houses, I believe that every boy has dreamed of having his own small house!

The space doesn't need to be big. You can put your favorite toys or figurines in there, plus a computer, whether you turn it on or not doesn't matter! It's just this kind of private space. Tell me, don't you long for it?

After looking at the furnishings in the room, Sheeta's initial astonishment turned into surprise, and then into relaxation. Sheeta's senses were very delicate. Even though she didn't see Pazu at the moment, she already felt at ease with this stranger. She also let go of the small hand that was tightly gripping the Levitation Stone.

Following the sound of the trumpet, Sheeta slowly climbed to the rooftop. Just as she was about to observe, she was struck head-on by a flying pigeon! Sheeta was puzzled.

"Hahaha, hey! Are you feeling better? Hahaha, stop fooling around..."

She was about to say something when she was interrupted by the pigeons nearby. At that moment, a smile appeared on Sheeta's face. This smile was hard-won, considering that Sheeta was completely unfamiliar with her surroundings. But that's how it is when people meet for the first time.

Sheeta had many imaginings in the room, but when she saw Pazu, or rather, when she saw Pazu interacting warmly with the pigeons, it touched her heart.

Sheeta is a person who loves freedom and nature, and so does Pazu. As for the so-called love at first sight, that term is clearly inappropriate here, because the feelings between them at this moment far surpass any romantic love. A person's eyes and actions speak louder than any words.

Pazu immediately rushed down, grabbed Sheeta's hand, and said with a smile:

"My name is Balu, this is my little house. Here, I usually feed them after I finish playing the trumpet!"

Before Hida could speak, the pigeons swarmed over.

"Hahaha..."

Hida immediately broke into a happy smile. (Palu's so clever!)

"Haha, I'm finally relieved. It seems you're human. I was worried you weren't an angel!!"

In fact, for Pazu, Sheeta is indeed an angel. The expansion pack says that Pazu's parents died, and every night he regards the brightest star in the night sky as his parents' loving eyes.

So it wasn't a coincidence that he was the first to discover Sheeta last night; she was indeed an angel sent by God to redeem him.

Perhaps each of us has an angel like Sheeta by our side, but in the long river of time, we lose her, and along with her, we abandon our souls.

Perhaps that angel will only reappear when we find our own soul! I wish everyone could find their own angel.