Michaell Brawn
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Meteor's Wish ( III )
The other stars thought it was crazy, and it seemed good to everyone to be a star in the sky in a disciplined way. But for this star, which desires to be free, what it doesn't like, it still doesn't like even if it's good. No one can cheat their own heart, the stars are no exception. Of course, it does take a lot of courage to make this change. Just like the young man who quit his job, the confusion about the future, and the fear of disorder all came together, generating pressure that may not be lighter than before. But he did it anyway, for the sake of his true dream and to prove it to his friends in heaven. "You see, I can do it, and surely you can too." *** Walking down that familiar road for the last time, the young man kept his head tilted up, not even looking properly at the road beneath his feet, so much so that he stumbled several times. But he still only looked at the star. This is also the last night of the other as a star, after this night, there will be no more of this star in the sky. Although this means that it will be difficult for them to meet in the future, it is still good to be able to take each other's blessings and set out on their paths to follow their dreams. After becoming a shooting star to go where the star does not want to say more, it only tells the young man that each star can take a wish power before leaving, this is their benefit for so many years of hard work shining. "You can use this wishing power to make a wish." The star said generously, "Don't ever refuse, it's my parting gift to you." "Thank you." The young man accepted the thought without hesitation, "Take care of yourself in the future, goodbye." "Well, goodbye." The star twinkled hard and broke free from its original position, turning into a meteor that cut through the sky. It was seen trailing a long tail of light flying merrily and freely between the canopy until it disappeared beyond the distant horizon, never to be seen again. The young man laughed. Silly star, then I'll make a wish that the dream you've hidden in your heart will come true soon. *** The young man was packing his bags for a long trip in his apartment when there was a sudden knock at the door. When he opened the door, a young girl was standing outside the door. The young man had never seen her before, yet he recognized who she was at first sight. After all, he first saw in her eyes a bright night sky full of stars, and then found in her smile many memories of nights and companionship. For a confidant who once had a heart-to-heart relationship, these traces will not disappear any matter where they go or what they become. "Hey, would you mind an extra travel companion?" She asked jokingly, smiling affectionately and without timidity. "I happen to want to see what the world is like, too." The young man did not answer immediately, but asked kindly, "Is that your wish?" "No, that's a goal I want to achieve by my efforts, and I have to take it one step at a time. As for the wish I hid in my heart before, it has been realized now." The girl replied vividly, then stepped forward to hold the boy's warm hand, never wanting to let go. "Because my heart desires to be able to come here and meet you again."
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Meteor's Wish (II)
The friendship between the young man and the stars continued in this way, melting in countless quiet nights, floating in a cool breeze, and every night the young man's journey home became a moment that both he and the stars looked forward to. Unfortunately, outside of this brief reunion, life did not follow to become better. The increasingly heavy workload makes it difficult for the young man to catch his breath, the initial dream gradually farther and farther away from him as if the wind can not catch. As for the stars, they are in the cycle of boring nights, spying one beautiful dream after another into pieces - those dreams in the whole city into a deep sleep when the sprouted flowers, but before the real fruit has withered and died. And the owner of the dreams is countless young people like its friends. The stars began to realize that the sky and the earth are alike, the sky itself and the other stars that follow a set trajectory every day, and the earth's friends and those countless young people whose dreams are swallowed by the darkness, no matter how many times the day and night at hand are repeated, they are always the same. The star-studded night sky is a boundless net, invisible gravity nailed each star in its place, with no hope of freedom. The young man noticed the dimming of the stars recently, but he did not ask the reason. He knew in his heart that he and his star friend were suffering from the same pain and that talking to each other would not make the torment any less. In the next period, the young man walked home every night in silence, without the jokes of the past. He and the stars, can not even find any joy to share. *** Late one night, no, it was close to dawn, the young man came out of the office building, walking in the cold and clear streets. In the light of the day, it was hard for him to even find where his star friend was. "Here I am." A familiar voice rang out, a little aggravated and frustrated. "Been waiting for you for a long time." "There was just too much work to do last night." The young man's expression was thick with fatigue. "I'm sorry." "Don't want to hear sorry." Star's voice was muffled, like a mortal with a blocked nose when he has a cold, "I've had a bad enough night already, I don't want to hear apologies now, just happy things." "Hmm." The young man thought for a moment and gave a proper reply. "It's good to see you." Star wavered and soon smiled, "Me too." After that, the road was very cordial, the kind of cordial that does not require anyone to say anything but does not feel cold. When the road is almost finished, the young man looked at the stars about to be completely drowned by the early morning dawn, suddenly opened his mouth, and asked: "If a star does not want to be a star, what will happen?" "It would become a shooting star." The star replied. "Run away from the sky." "And then what?" "I don't know about that." There was a bit of timidity hidden in the star's answer. "No star that turns into a shooting star ever comes back, and no one knows the answer until it turns into a shooting star." And the confused unknown is often something even more frightening than the pain of certainty. So both mortals and stars will always choose to endure, choose to escape, preferring to repeat the pain of the known over and over again rather than take a step toward the road ahead where they cannot see the direction. "It shouldn't be like this." The young man frowned, "If you don't try, you'll never know the answer." Star stared at him blankly. "You once worked very hard to help me light the way ahead." The young man's furrowed brow stretched, revealing a smile of certainty, "This time, I'll try it instead." Then the star finally made up its mind to stop being a star. It wanted to end its unchanging life, to leave the sky completely, to find what it wanted to do.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Black and White Witch ( III )
"Your Highness, please understand that I can only tell you the truth alone." The White Witch said sincerely, "Although I have always wanted to expose those liars in public, if I do that, I will be killed by all the Black Witches, and I am not capable of taking them down completely now, so I cannot take such a risk." The princess was shocked to hear these words, but she was a sensible and intelligent girl after all, and she had heard all kinds of rumors about the white witches, so she was shocked but still had doubts: "What makes me believe that what you say is true? And why do you know these secrets? Did you discover them before you dropped out of the Black Witch Academy?" "No, I didn't drop out of the Black Witch Academy, and I didn't do all this out of cynicism." The white witch laughed bitterly and reached out to unmask, "Because I am a real black witch, not the loser they slander." The face beneath the mask was so beautiful and so moving that even the princess, who was known as the kingdom's first beauty, was dumbfounded, and it took a while to come back to her senses. Such a beautiful face and the mark on her forehead, which represented the highest level of black magic practice, were enough to prove her high position in the black witch clan, but the princess had more doubts in her heart: "Since you are also a black witch of high status, why did you come to reveal the truth?" "Because of conscience." The white witch even frowned in a very stunning way, but this can not erase the sadness in her eyes, "I thought my heart has long been numb, but after seeing so many innocent girls being deceived and sacrificed, I realized that the original once the fiery heart is still alive and will still feel angry at evil, even if I am part of this evil. " In the repetition of lies again and again, although she squeezed to endless life force, the inner shame and pain are also accumulating, they condensed into a sharp knife, almost fast the white witch's soul cut into two halves, half still lies with the stream, the other half but in the night no one knows desperate crying, mourning. A beautiful appearance is important, but there are many things in this world that have a heavier weight than it. "I had to cover up my face, not only to hide my identity but also because it's a face that even I can't bear to look at." The White Witch sighed, "How beautiful this face is on the surface, how ugly it is behind the scenes." After a long silence, the princess said, "What do you want me to do?" The White Witch took a step closer to her: "Your Highness, you are the future heir of the kingdom, the most sensible and powerful girl in the kingdom, and you should understand how terrible the consequences would be for the kingdom if the young daughters of every family were drained of their life force by the Black Witch. I sincerely ask you to use the power of the royal family to eradicate the power of the Black Witch, and to publicize this evil deed, so that you will also gain the love and obedience of your people, and your queenship will be more secure." On balance, the princess agreed to the White Witch's request, and before she left, the White Witch also assured the princess that she would do her best to help her, including providing information on the Black Witch, a map of the distribution of the relevant forces, and the way to defend against black magic attacks, etc. The White Witch extended her hand towards the Princess: "May we forge the strongest alliance between us and work together to eradicate evil." The princess stared at her hand and did not hold it immediately: "I have heard that any contract with a black witch requires a corresponding price, what do you want from me?" The White Witch lowered her eyelids: "Let the people of the kingdom have a happy life, and let the kingdom have a wise queen, that is what I want most in return." The princess smiled and took the white witch's hand: "It's a deal." The two hands clasped together, signaling the beginning of a great friendship.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
The Black and White Witch (IV)
Soon afterward, the princess did manage to win the support of the princes and ministers and led the kingdom's army on a crusade against the Black Witch. This was not an easy task, as, for thousands of years, the Black Witch's power had already penetrated every aspect of the kingdom, and many of its members were not related to the Black Witch and were on their side. The war came more fiercely than expected, spreading and spreading, burning through every inch of the kingdom. The kingdom's army was severely damaged, and even the princess herself was assassinated several times. Fortunately, the White Witch was there to help her every time, and she exerted her powerful magic to protect the princess while providing accurate information to the kingdom's army, helping them to win one difficult victory after another. "For the Black Witch clan, you are a terrible traitor." One night, after suffering an assassination wound, the princess snickered to the white witch who was dressing her wound, "It's a good thing you're on my side, buddy." The black witch smiled blandly, though there was a pallor in that smile: "I was just following my heart's guidance." "That's the contract we made." The princess patted her shoulder hard, and her smile was full of the usual confidence and heroism, "I believe that our common dream will soon come true." But this battle has been fought for many years, and although the situation is difficult, it is good to see that there is always progress. The scattered Black Witches could not withstand the precise attacks of the kingdom's army after all and we're losing every day. And as their evil deeds were revealed, gradually there were no more young girls willing to practice the low-level black magic and become victims of the black witches' life-force extraction. Losing the basis of their youthful beauty, the aging Black Witches fell into a panic and began to turn against each other, sacrificing their junior to preserve their youth. This caused the entire black witch community to die out even faster. Finally, one day, after a fierce duel, the kingdom army broke through the last line of defense of the Black Witches and invaded the Black Witch Academy, killing the highest ranking Black Witches in the community. After arranging for the cleanup, the Princess, no, Her Highness, who had inherited the throne, entered the most secret underground hall of the Black Witch Academy alone. The location of the secret passage leading to the underground hall was told to her by the White Witch before the battle, and they agreed to meet here after the victory. The queen stopped when she reached a gray flame hanging in mid-air in the center of the hall and looked ahead at the figure with her back to herself, gripping her sword warily. The other party was in black robes, the style of which the queen recognized as the exclusive of the academy president who had previously searched the entire Black Witch Academy. But when she turned around, the queen saw a familiar face - it was the White Witch's extraordinary beautiful face. "You ......," the queen's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment. "That's right, Your Majesty, my dearest friend." The witch removed the black hood that covered her head, revealing her long snow-white waterfall-like hair, "I am the academy director of the Black Witch Academy." The most beautiful, powerful, and sublime being in the entire black witch community. "You never told me in the past what position you held among the black witches, I just guessed that you must have a low status, but I didn't expect to be the one with the highest status." The queen looked at her meaningfully, "I'm too curious, how exactly did all this happen?" The White Witch laughed bitterly, "That's a long story." "Never mind." The queen walked up to her unhurriedly. "I happen to be quite free now." And so it was that the two of them sat casually on the floor next to the hanging gray flame, as they had done countless times around the campfire, discussing how to win together, and the White Witch told the Queen about her experiences over the past thousand years.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
The Wish of a Shooting Star (I)
The young man had a magical friend, a star that hung in the sky. He has forgotten how he met it, perhaps because there are very few people walking alone on the road late at night, and even fewer of them will look up at the stars carefully. The young man happens to be such a person, a person who can smile at the stars even if he is already tired. If the stars in the sky want to choose a person on the ground to talk to, it is certainly to choose him so. Whenever the young man was walking back to his apartment in the middle of the night after working late, the star friend might appear, greeting him with twinkling starlight and expressing surprise in a voice that only the young man could hear: "Hey, we meet again." The young man would tilt his head and chat with it, listening to it tell all kinds of interesting or strange things in the sky, and also telling the star what he had seen on earth. Then they laughed together, lamented together, and occasionally brought up their troubles. Yes, just like mortals on earth can be bored with their unappealing jobs, not every star in the sky is happy to be a star. For example, the young man's star friend does not like himself and countless other star colleagues, every night according to the fixed traces in the night sky, changing position, shining bright, year after year, world after world, billions of years have passed, can not see the slightest hope of change. It is too tedious, too monotonous. But too many things can not be said to hate can be avoided, in this point, the sky and the ground are no different. The young man understands this helplessness, and his star friend also understands, probably because they both know each other's moods, so whether depressed or happy, can always talk to each piece. "Although I don't like the job of being a star ......," the star said frankly, "I can see you again and talk to you without coming to work, which is the only thing I don't hate about this job. " The young man nodded: "Me too." Then they looked at each other and smiled, as understanding as any pair of best friends in this world. Even though they are so far apart that they can't even touch each other, they can't even reach each other, but friends like each other, they don't have to care about that. The young man's walk from the office back to his home was a bit long, but since he had this star friend as his companion, even the longest road would become shorter without him realizing it. When he reached the door of his apartment, he waved to his star friend: "See you tomorrow night." The stars twinkled faintly in the night sky as if they were happily answering this promise. *** Of course they didn't meet every night, sometimes it was a rare occasion when the young man didn't have to work late and returned to his place before it got dark to sulk; sometimes it was bad weather and the young man looked out his office window at the stormy, dark clouds and knew it was the stars' day off. Even if this means he may have to get wet on the way home, the young man is still happy that his friends can get a holiday. When the sky clears, he can see his star friend again and ask him if he had a good vacation. "Hey, not enough fun yet." The star complained in a whisper, while still not forgetting to spread the faint starlight into the middle of the dark road in front of the young man. "Be careful, there's a puddle here." The street light in this section of the road has been broken for a long time and no one has come to fix it, so it's hard to see in the dark, and people often fall here because they don't pay attention to the potholes. So even when on vacation, the stars will miss this need to travel at night buddy, afraid of his road ahead without starlight guidance, in the dark will not be very good to go. The young man understands the good intentions of the stars, while grateful and a bit apologetic, he told the stars do not care so much about this matter, he will be more careful. "It's okay, I wanted to do it myself." The star blinked mischievously in the sky. "I was bored with being a star, and only the thought that my light could help you made it all make sense." Hearing this, the young man stood in place for a long time, he looked up at the starry sky, looking at the small star that no one would care about, and a smile slowly surfaced on his face: "Thank you, my star." For the rest of the way, he was still the only one on the silent street, but the young man was not half alone in his brisk pace. Because he has a secret that only he knows in the world. On this silent night, there is faint starlight that shines for him alone.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Mermaid's Poem (II)
The poet was not sure if the old fox believed the story that the fish scales were picked up from the beach, nor did he know how much the black-hearted merchant had pressed for, but the final deal was quite satisfactory to him. At least hunger food and healing medicine have been settled, and even has money left over for him to give the girl selling flowers a copper plate on the way home, in exchange for a fiery red rose. It matched the mermaid's black hair, he thought. When the poet returned to his residence, it was already dark outside, and there were no lights in the house, except for the sparkling moonlight reflected in the pool. The entire mermaid is sunk in the pool, even the lips and the tip of the nose are submerged in the water, only the upper half of the face outside, the blue eyes are darker and brighter, through a seemingly demonic. The poet rummaged around for half a day to find half a candle, sitting on the edge of the pool by the light of this fire, the mermaid swam closer to him, the poet will be stuck in her hair, and he expected the same, the fire red flowers in the dark hair, like the young girls in town dress, and better than any of them. And the mermaid does not understand this, there is no such thing as flowers in the sea, she just obediently accepted the poet's dress, and then lets the other side grab their arms from the water, which will be ointment to the wound. It should be very painful because the mermaid's throat made a "hissing" huffing sound. But that's all, she stood motionless in the water like a reef, watching the poet smear the ointment a little, from the beginning to the end without pain and resistance. For the poet who saved himself, she seemed to be unguardedly trusting, bearing, stoic, and docile, meek to the extreme. The poet looked momentarily disoriented, his hand shook, and the ointment fell into the water. The mermaid immediately turned into the water, the petals in the hair scattered also do not care, but the ointment in the mouth emerged from the water, looking up at the poet. The poet hesitated to take away the ointment from the mermaid's mouth, but his hand involuntarily slipped towards the soft cheek. The mermaid did not dodge, and even took the initiative to press her face into his hand and rub it gently, while her eyes were full of purity, oblivious to her stunning beauty. It is said that mermaids are cold-blooded animals, so her cheeks and the previously fallen fish scales are equally warm, and the ice formed at the bottom of the sea. Only the poet's palm is always on fire. *** For the next many days, no one in town knew that the down-and-out poet had raised a mermaid. But to be more precise, she was also raising the poet and herself. Because the poet needs to pick up the shed fish scales from the pool from time to time, and take it outside to exchange for food and medicine, as well as candles and firewood, ink, paper and pencil, and other odds and ends. Occasionally there will be a blooming flower, the poet inserted in an empty bottle, placed on the edge of the pool. The mermaid at first did not understand why the poet always came to pick up the scales at the bottom of the pool, more times she understood, that it is a necessary exchange. Later, whenever she saw the poet standing at the edge of the pool, the mermaid would be the first to dive into the bottom of the pool, then emerge from the water, open the palms of her webbed fingers, and hold a few silvery-blue fish scales high in front of the poet. The small scales are worth a lot of money, enough to cover short-term living needs, and if we are serious, this can make the poor poet live a little better than before the rescue of the mermaid. So every time the poet receives the scales, the mood is not so open. But what was involved in that lack of openness, the poet did not want to think about. He told himself that this was something inevitable, he saved her, just want her to be free, never to covet anything. When the mermaid is completely healed, he will send her back to the sea, away from the greed and malice on the shore.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Mountain God's Little White Fox (VI)
There are things inside that are precious to him, so he can't let the rain spoil him. If now the rain as an excuse to go back to the shrine, then ...... half thought, the little white fox and firmly dismissed the idea. I am a small fox with a backbone, said not to go back, will never go back! But the rain is endless, and the rain is getting more and more aggressive, the evening has turned into a lightning storm rainwater along the outside of the tree cave pouring in, pouring the little white fox's split head, wet hair sticky all over, very uncomfortable. Watching the water flowing in the nearby creek getting more and more turbid and rapid, the little white fox vaguely felt bad. Its intuition is correct, the rain to midnight is huddled in a tree hole dozing little white fox suddenly heard a distant rumble, is a huge flash flood, the torrent rolled, destroying everything along the way are swallowed up, like a fierce dragon general towards a village down the mountain. The little white fox who had never seen such a battle was stunned. But strange to say, the torrent halfway, but suddenly seems to be an invisible force blocked, after a few moments of stalemate, the mud and water cast dragon turned a corner, the head and tail swing, whistling into another valley between, disappeared. The village at the foot of the mountain was miraculously preserved and did not suffer any damage. The little white fox who came back to his senses ran like mad in the direction where the torrent disappeared. That was the direction of the shrine. When the little white fox ran to the shrine, the rain had stopped, and the flash flood also receded. But the shrine is also gone, the once exquisite and magnificent building compound turned into a pile of washed away broken wall remnants, covered by thick mud and fallen trees, completely unable to see the original appearance. The crows hovered over it, but could not see the dead carcasses that could be pecked at, and could only scatter in disappointment, flying towards the distant mountains and never returning. The mountain gods did not lie to it, these crows are indeed the messengers of God, and will bring a message about the calamity of heaven, but also in the case of anyone who dares to disobey the order of heaven for the gods to send down punishment, without mercy. Little white fox sharp eyes, in a pile of rubble to recognize the muddy little white fox doll, then scampered up on all fours, stretching out his claws desperately shaved up. Idiot. Big idiot. Why do you want to deliberately anger me away, why do not want me to help? The most important decision you make but not a word to me, so afraid that will be involved in me? We are not good friends who share the same blessings and difficulties? The big tears rolled down from the little white fox's eyes, but not because the paws were cut painfully by the debris. Compared to the heartache, this little trauma is nothing. The little white fox has been shaving ah shaving, until from the dark into dawn, the little white fox into a small mud fox, but even the shadow of the boy did not see, in the end, only shaved a few water-soaked glutinous rice dumplings, has been soaked in sewage into a puddle of mud, can not eat. The little white fox fell to sit among the wolves and cried so loudly. "Didn't you swear that you'd never come back?" When desperate, a voice came from behind the little white fox. "So soon you're backtracking?" The little white fox twitched his ears and turned around in astonishment. The familiar figure was standing in front of it, only it was not quite the same as the impression of the one in fancy clothes and with a stance, the other party's wide sleeves were torn in half, his trouser legs were rolled up, his bare feet were stepping in the mud, and there were long and short scratches on his exposed arms and calves, looking like any ordinary and downtrodden mortal teenager. "You?!" The little white fox himself did not react, the body first-rate to do the reaction, pounced over to cling to each other's thighs, crying snot and a tear, but also as far as possible to rub people. "Uh ......" the god of the mountain a black line to lift the leg, trying to stick to their mud ball shakes out. But it's no use. The little white fox, at this time, is simply more sticky than the glutinous rice dumplings.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
The Mountain God's Little White Fox (VII)
When the mountain god finally ripped this mud fox off himself, the sky was already completely bright, bright sunlight shining on a god and a fox, making both of their wretched appearances look miserable and funny. In the past, the god of the mountain can easily use his divine power to maintain his saintly head, but now he can do, but not more than an ordinary person - after all, he used all the divine power contained in himself and the shrine last night to redirect the mountain torrent, until all the torrent into the uninhabited valley where the shrine is located, so much so that when abandoning the house to escape can only rely on their own a Both feet to run, tired enough. Unfortunately, he saved a long time glutinous rice dumplings, one did not have time to take away it. Especially in the current situation of this hungry grumbling, the thought of this major loss, the mountain gods feel the tip of their hearts aching. But the little white fox ran down with a silly smile and picked up the small package that was thrown aside by himself before, stretching his paws to untie it happily. In addition to the various small things given to it by the mountain gods, there was also a big, round, white glutinous rice dumpling in the package. "You did not forget to steal my glutinous rice dumplings before leaving!" The mountain god was simply speechless. "Look at you, it's not stealing, I've been working for you for so long, I have to settle a little bit of money for my work." The little white fox broke the glutinous rice dumpling into two halves and handed over half of it with a smile, "Here, don't be unhappy, it's our picnic time." The mountain god stared at the glutinous rice dumplings and fox dumplings with a stern face and looked at them again and again, suddenly he could not tense up, his eyes bent, and laughed out loud. Then he reached out and took the glutinous rice dumplings, and the little white fox sat in a row and ate happily. Ah, worthy of the Lord of the Mountain God's favorite dumplings. So good, so sweet. *** After the little white fox asked the god of the mountain what his plans were, the god of the mountain calmly said he disobeyed the will of heaven this time, and have to take a little punishment. For example, as the god of the mountain, but have to endure a long time in the future without the shrine to accommodate the days, can no longer accept offerings, divine power will also be sealed for some time, and during this period the gods of heaven will not help, only by the god of the mountain himself shamefully begging mortals around to help rebuild the shrine to do. "As a god, there is no greater fall from grace than this." Speaking of which, some cracks finally appeared in the mountain god's bland face. "Huh, that's all?" The little white fox was surprised, "I thought you would be punished more heavily only." "It would have been like this, but my merits as a mountain god over the years were pretty good, and the heavenly messengers in charge of punishment seemed to be having fun at our shrine, so they gave me extra grace to let me off." The mountain god explained, "Your hair is not bald for nothing." "Aha? You mean the crows that pecked my hair ......" the little white fox was shocked, but quickly perked up again, "If so, then you owe me a huge favor?" The mountain god turned his face away and pretended not to hear. But the little white fox baba past, picking the mountain god's arm began to bargain: "As long as you sincerely ask me to help, I can accompany you to rebuild the shrine, to beg people I can also help you do, but you can no longer use me as a servant, can not just call me, offerings of glutinous rice dumplings to share half of me, and can not watch the crows peck my hair do not care, and no Can let me do this, can not let me do that ......" little white fox there Bla Bla Bla Bla said half a day, the mountain god boy finally can not stand it, a grab over the back of its neck skin: "Hey hey, your requirements are too much, please do not be so thick skin. " "Hey, hey." The little white fox smiled with a smug smile, big tail fluttering around behind him. "Between good friends, that's how you don't see each other." END Small extra Mountain God: I have an idea. Little white fox: What? The god of the mountain: you this hairball like, not for me to jerk hair is too bad. The white fox: Hmph, I said, only sell labor not sell the body. Mountain God: In the future to give you three more glutinous rice dumplings, let me jerk hair, okay? Little white fox: No. Mountain God: five. Little white fox: not good. Mountain God: seven. Little white fox: deal.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Love you like yourself ( III )
The girl named Li Jing looks quite ordinary, but as long as a smile, the smile of cheerfulness and spontaneity is particularly impressive, see Jiang Yu that has been salted fish lying for many years heart began to flutter and flutter again. Probably fate is such a strange thing, it always comes and goes freely, without reason. And then open up a chat, Jiang Yu's heart bouncing are almost unable to control, never thought that the world can have ideas, interests and their own so compatible with the girl, simply do not need too long to understand the friction, can get along like years of deep friends as easy and comfortable. All in all, Jiang Yu and Li Jing are very close, in all aspects, the two just sit together to talk from morning to evening, the sky and the earth to talk about everything, each home after they can not help but continue to talk on the phone, the more chat more and more speculative, and can talk from dark to dawn. Jiang Yu has not had this kind of happy feeling for a long time. But the more happiness accumulated, the deeper the worry in his heart. He knows what his unlucky superpower is a situation where he can normally like a good girl who is in love, but to be able to stay with this good girl for a long time, the premise has to be a lifetime of not expressing love with her. If this rule is violated midway, his love for her will immediately disappear. Many marriages in this world can be made up for life even without love, but Jiang Yu knows he does not want this. Li Jing, who has the same outlook as himself, must also think so. And a lifetime of not being able to say love out of marriage sounds very unfair to Li Jing, so even if you like each other, in order not to hurt a good girl, Jiang Yu also decided to hang on to the horse. In a few days, with the austere mood of "early death and early life", he asked Li Jing out, his mood was more nervous than ever. Not because of confession, but to confess his special situation to her. And this explanation has to be carefully worded, can not be mixed in the middle of too straightforward expression of feelings, and can only try to convey the meaning of his superpower. "You know now, I am in such a situation." Jiang Yu subconsciously don't gaze away, unwilling to look directly at each other, "You are a particularly good girl, really, so ...... don't waste time on me." Truth be told, Jiang Yu's heart aches so much when he says these words that he can hardly breathe. But not the pain of conscience, but the kind of pain of losing what you love. But after waiting for half a day, the opposite side did not move, Jiang Yu some doubts turn back to the line of sight, see at this moment Li Jing's expression is not incredulous or full of resentment but cunningly winked. She reached out and pressed her hand on the back of Jiang Yu's hand and said with a straight face, "I guess you will say this to me, and just now not a single word about liking me, precisely because you like me, what a coincidence, I like you too." Jiang Yu was a little confused. And Li Jing laughed: "You don't deny it, then I'll take it as your default ah." Jiang Yu continued to be confused because he found out that this girl, Li Jing, had a lot of guts and a super iron brain. "You can't say you love me, it's okay, I don't mind. Because as long as you don't say you love me for one day, it means that you still really love me." Li Jing loudly declared. "So from now on, all the love between us will be said by me alone." Jiang Yu stared blankly at the smile on Li Jing's face at the moment, a smile he could never forget for the rest of his life. So sincere, so dazzling, like the first rays of sunlight in the morning, can drive away the most hidden gloomy silence in the night.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Love you like yourself (IV)
So Jiang Yu was confused about Li Jing's set, became her real boyfriend, not too long and engaged to her, along with the wedding license these matters are also arranged on. The wedding officiant asked the groom to confess his love to the bride in front of all the guests, but the lively bride grabbed the microphone and joked, "I don't need him to say it, I already know how much he loves me." Not true. Jiang Yu said silently in his heart as he bowed his head and kissed his radiant bride. I love you even more than you know. ***Life after marriage is back to the nitty-gritty, but it's not boring. Whether it's cooking dinner together in the kitchen after work, walking hand in hand on weekends in a nearby park, or traveling together on holidays to see the sea, anyway, the two never lack fun in their lives, as soon as they find time to talk excitedly, from the universe to the dog gossip, there is no topic they can not talk about. Except that Jiang Yu can not say I love you to Li Jing. But that's okay, Li Jing will say it for him. On countless nights, Li Jing would lie in bed yawning and say, "Honey, I kinda love you today, and you love me too, haha." Jiang Yu gathered Li Jing in his arms and kissed her hair while thinking in his heart: Yes, wife, you are right. Occasionally, the two of them will be at odds with each other, have an angry cold war, and do not pay attention to anyone, but the time usually does not exceed a day, because Li Jing mastered the magic spell of reconciliation between the two. This spell is her smiling and shouting to Jiang Yu: "Honey, I love you very much, you love me too, if I guess right, then come and hug me." Jiang Yu walked over still deliberately tense face, but as soon as the hug Li Jing will break, can not help but laugh and joke with her, not serious at all. Alas, no way, his mind will always be her see-through. Later, Li Jing was pregnant with a baby, but before the birth did not suffer much, because Jiang Yu will take care of her considerate. Once Li Jing lying in bed in the middle of the night casually said that he wanted to eat baked sweet potatoes, the other party can immediately get up and go out, baked sweet potatoes held back when still very hot. However, it may be too blessed before birth, when the birth suffered a major crime. Li Jing in the delivery room almost did not survive. Fortunately, later rescued back, the mother and daughter safe, the baby first sent to the monitoring room, Li Jing on the hospital bed lying, thinking that this can be unloaded, began to be happy to plan after discharge to this dry that. But Jiang Yu guarded in front of the hospital bed did not dare to shed tears, Li Jing reached out to pinch his face, laughing: "Fool, why cry." Jiang Yu honestly replied, "I was shocked." This is true, earlier when standing outside the emergency room, Jiang Yu was so scared that his body trembled and his mind went blank. "Honey, in fact, just now I was also afraid that I could not wait to see you again and hear you say that you love me." Li Jing said this with a rare hint of sad expression, "I would be really upset if I just left." "I'm sorry, wife." Guilt piled up on Jiang Yu's face, "I blame that awful superpower of mine, even at times like this, I ...... I can't even open my mouth to say a word to you that you want to hear, I'm so sorry ......" "No no, I'm not asking you to apologize, I was thinking, it's good that you have that superpower." Li Jing patted Jiang Yu's head and laughed in relief, "In case I can't make it through this time, you just have to say that you love me, you won't be too upset about this, and you can live well with your baby in the future." Jiang Yu was stunned, after a while, before she buried her head and grabbed Li Jing's hand: "You don't want to get away with it, I definitely won't say anything." "You guy, why are you so stubborn, haha." Li Jing laughed again, "Okay, okay, if you don't say, you don't say, I'm not fine now, don't blame yourself." Because I love you. Jiang Yu grabbed Li Jing's hand and put it on his mouth and kissed it, silently thinking in his heart. I simply don't know how to live without you.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Love you like yourself (V)
Later, Li Jing recovered is the couple together to raise children, to cope with life with a variety of chickens, after all, more than a child to raise, the days are not the same as before free and easy, and many old habits have to change. Except one thing will not change. As long as you catch the right opportunity, Li Jing will always come to Jiang Yu's ear and whisper: "Husband, I know you love me very much, I also love you very much." This is the agreement between them, when the two decided to be together, it was said to be practiced for life. *** wait for the child to grow up some, no longer so delicate, the family of three will go out to travel, to the place is the couple when the honeymoon beach, the little girl for the first time to see the sea, happy crazy, stepping on the beach happily running around, wait until the sunset, already tired, ambushed by the mother's shoulder asleep. Jiang Yu originally walked in front of a few steps, turned around, and raised the camera to take a picture of mother and daughter. But when he saw Li Jing tenderly holding his daughter, the sunset quiet light poured down, dyed in her cheeks, dyed in her fingers, dyed in her long hair blown by the sea breeze, but could not help but put down the camera, looking obsessed. His wife, not much of a beauty, is no longer young, her face slightly with the signs of age. But at this moment, his heart is still thumping for her, filled with love. Countless words about love suddenly rushed to Jiang Yu's mouth, but it was hard to hold back, complicated heart weave surge, so he stood helplessly in place, almost unable to restrain themselves. Li Jing sensed that he was unusual, hugged his daughter and walked to the front, looked up, and asked, "Honey, what's wrong?" Jiang Yu reached out and hugged both mother and daughter, holding the pose quietly for a long time before finally releasing himself and smiling, "You know, you've always known." I love you so much. ***In the decades that followed, Jiang Yu and Li Jing stayed together until they both became grandfather and grandmother. The daughter has long grown up and has her own family, now not living with the old couple in the same city, it takes a long time to come back to see their parents once. But the old couple a flower, and a cat, usually often sit together in the yard in the sun and chat, never feel bored, and not bored. And Li Jing even became an old lady, but also love to laugh and talk about the lovely old lady, will sit in the yard while jerking off the cat while jokingly complaining, said this life is very content, the only regret ah, is never heard her husband personally say an "I love you". Jiang Yu looked at her: "You want to hear?" "No, don't listen." Li Jing hurriedly waved his hand, a sly smile filled every wrinkle on his face, "as long as you do not say love me, it means that your feelings for me are still there." Seeing that she is still like an old child, Jiang Yu also joked with her, "Even if I don't say it, it doesn't necessarily mean that I still love you." "But true love can't be hidden, even if you don't say it with your mouth." Li Jing got up from the rocking chair, walked over to Jiang Yu and replied with a smile, "I know, I love you the most, and you love me the most." Jiang Yu didn't say anything, just held Li Jing's hand tightly, looked at the bright smile on the other party's face that had never faded in decades, and felt his aging heart still beating strongly in the middle of his chest. Yes, dear wife, you are right. In my life, I love you as myself.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Tears and laughter of gummy bears
In the candy kingdom lives a very happy gummy bear, living a very happy life, every day with good friends jumping around cheerfully. But one day, it encountered something very unhappy. It failed in the latest candy sweet competition. Although it had tried hard to accumulate a lot of sugar for this competition, as an ordinary gummy bear, it was still hard to beat the powerful contestants like toffee, lollipop and malt candy in this field of sweetness. So it lost, and was eliminated in the first round. Gummy Bear was so upset that he sullenly hung his head and didn't say anything on the way out of the arena, and instead of going out to play with his friends that night, as he had done before, he went to a bar. It is here to buy drunk and drink a cup of bitter wine. The bitter alcohol gulp down, gummy bears only feel the stomach bulging full of alcohol, a little movement, those alcohol in the stomach shaking around. Now it becomes a gummy bear with an alcoholic heart. "Look at that gummy bear, it's so weird." The other candies at the bar crossed their fingers and said, "Is it pretending to be a wine heart chocolate? But it's not pretending at all. Wine heart chocolate is supposed to be sweeter than that." These comments made Gummy Bear even more upset, and soon he couldn't stay in the bar any longer and had to walk home alone in the dark, with huge teardrops dripping out of his eyes. "I've tried so hard, too." He thought sadly as he walked. "But it's still so embarrassing in the end." The tears were mixed with Gummy Bear's own sugar and the alcohol in his stomach, and they dripped on the ground, which became sweet and sticky, and cut a colorful trail with the same color as Gummy Bear. But gummy bears are too sad to care about these, and still continue to cry, and the more they cry, the more powerful, how can not stop. In the end, even he started to melt, and his whole body was turned into tears on the ground, flowing into a big puddle. Now it can not move, can only helplessly paralyzed on the ground, do not know what to do is good. But don't worry, friends who had previously learned of Gummy Bear's failure, including honey muffins, cookies and cupcakes, have arrived to help the melting gummy bear regain his strength. The honey muffins brought a big spoon, the cookies brought a hair dryer and the cupcakes brought candy molds in the same shape as the gummy bears. First they worked together to scoop the liquid gummy bears on the floor into the molds, then they set the hair dryer to cold and blew into the half-melted sugar water. After blowing for a long, long time, from dark to dawn, until the first rays of sunlight spilled through the clouds in the morning, they turned off the hair dryer and carefully opened the candy molds. A brand new gummy bear appears! Of course the soul is still the original gummy bear, and the memories of the friends are all there, but after all, it is a newly made body, so it is still slightly different from before. Those things with a bitter taste, whether alcohol, failure or sadness, have been evaporated out, leaving all the gummy bears already have happiness, hope and confidence, each with pure sweetness. And something new has been added. The moonlight that shines on the gummy bear at midnight, the snow and maple fragrance from the passing North Wind, and even a small, beautiful cherry blossom petal that melts into the gummy bear's body when no one is looking, turning it into a particularly beautiful and unique gummy bear. Although this gummy bear is not the sweetest, it is certainly the richest and most layered. It's really a great gummy bear! The gummy bears are back in a good mood, but they feel embarrassed about their crying and crying last night, and face their friends with mixed feelings, both thankful and sorry. But Honey Muffin, Cookie Cutter and Cupcake all said it was okay and told Gummy Bear that if he encountered any sadness in the future, he could cry as much as he wanted and that everyone didn't mind coming to help at all. "If you're really too sad, don't hold it in, just have a good cry." A few good friends said sincerely. "Cry out all the bitterness and exhaustion, and you'll still be the sweet and Q gummy bear we know." "Yes!" Gummy Bear responded loudly, with a happy smile on his face.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction