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.
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.
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