share a sweet story (5)

"Humans hate it a little bit, but this food is really good," the little demon sighed while tearing open the chocolate wrapping paper, "I really wish I could spend this every day... what's Halloween?" The little demon pouted. , as a well-known poppy in the demon world, he disdains to remember human festivals and even human names, unless... "Unless it's too delicious," the little demon thought to himself, "such as the Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, etc. Holidays, Winter Solstice, Thanksgiving, Christmas..." The little demon smirked twice, threw the wrapping paper aside, kicked the door in front of him, "If you don't give candy, trick or treat!" The girl opened the door, Bewildered.

The little demon stretched out his hand: "Sugar." "Ah, you are the new editor sent?" The girl blushed and was in a hurry, "You actually came to urge the manuscript? But I... oops... that... Can you slow down for two more days?" Her voice became smaller and smaller, and the last sentence even sounded like a mosquito chirping. "Please." "What a mess, talking so much nonsense, I can't understand it!" The little demon frowned and said impatiently, "How much is as much as you want." The girl shrank her neck and went back to the house to get it A small stack of manuscripts was handed over to the little demon with special care. The little demon took it and turned it from beginning to end: "Where's the candy?" The girl agreed: "This is..." "Are you kidding me?" , tears fell to the front. He panicked and wanted to go forward to comfort him, but because of the face of being a demon, he had to stomp his feet and run away. The little demon walked aimlessly, like a stone was pressed in his heart. He thought of the balled paper he still held in his hand and the girl's cherished appearance before, and only felt as if he had done something wrong.

He stopped under the street lamp, spread out the paper ball, and struggled to distinguish the small words on the pieces of paper. Ten minutes later, the little demon was even more depressed: "Why did the princess die in this story?" That night, the little demon tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and his mind was full of stories written by girls. Early the next morning, he brought a box of chocolates and knocked on the girl's door. After that day, the little demon would go to the girl's house for dinner every holiday. As a new and loyal reader of the girl, for the first time in his life, he remembered so many words that humans only mentioned, but he still did not understand why a story with a happy ending should be called "sugar". Obviously chocolate and peanut cakes are the only ones. The girl is an inexperienced writer. Because of her congenital heart disease, she is not very good at writing, so she can only choose to do this kind of work to support herself. Being scolded by editors is the norm. The girl’s father is addicted to gambling and owes usurious loans. She doesn’t earn much, but after barely helping to pay off her debts, she can still afford to rent a house. Even if she is far away from home, she can finally escape the scolding of those debt collectors. It's just that there are more people in the family who eat recently, and the girl has to tighten her pants to live. The girl didn't know that Xiao Yao was a demon, but she knew that he was not an editor. After all, no editor would be so fascinated by her story, or... so good to her. At first, she always thought that there were too many festivals in a year, but later, she began to count the days and draw the calendar. The little demon saw that the girl was shy, and when she came, she threw a bag of gold. The girl was startled, but she couldn't resist the little demon, so she had to hide it under the bed, but she never spent a cent. It's Halloween again, and when the girl prepares a bag of candy, when she opens the door, she sees a debt collector. The bed was opened, and the things in the drawer were thrown everywhere. Finally, the man opened the iron box containing the gold. He was wicked, took out a dagger, and walked towards the girl who was standing helplessly beside his companion. The door banged twice, someone pushed the door in, and said with a smile, "If you don't give candy, you'll be trick-or-treating." The man was stunned. The little demon was also stunned. Then, the man suffered the heaviest kick in his life. It was late at night when the girl left the hospital. She was not seriously injured, but was slapped and had some scars on her face. When she was about to get to the door, she saw the little demon squatting there, apparently waiting for her for a long time.

"I didn't know it would be like this... I thought that with this money, you would be a little happier... Does it hurt?" Xiao Yao stood up, staggered, and incoherently, he wanted to extend his hand, but carefully retracted it, "I'm..." "I don't care." The girl stared at the little demon's eyes earnestly, and the tip of her nose touched the little demon's nose. The little demon's mind went blank, he sensed the touch on his lips, and inexplicably only had one thought left. "No wonder it's called candy," the little demon thought with a blushing face, "what kind of peanut cake, chocolate, can't compare." "It's so fucking sweet."