The magic of love

The setting sun gilded the clouds with a layer of gold, and it was getting late, but Ling had not yet returned home.

"Alas! One more flower, one more flower, what should I do?" She lowered her head and muttered to herself, her eyes searching in the grass.

"What are you looking for?" Qingling's voice came from the green woods in the distance.

The voice was familiar and a little unfamiliar, but who could it be so late? Ling suddenly remembered the demons in the forest. They always pretended to be human. When people were in trouble, they came out to confuse people.

Ling remembered that her former good friend Yimi went to the forest and never came back. Ling was frightened and didn't know what to do. In the end, she gritted her teeth and plucked up all her energy to run away, but the people in the forest seemed to see through her thoughts and said:

"Wait, girl, I have something to ask you, please agree." Her voice was like a gust of wind, very soft and soft, sliding past her ears, making people very comfortable, but Ling was even more at a loss when she heard her words and ran away. Neither, nor station.

"But, but I'm in a hurry, and my mother is still waiting for me." Ling won't lie, she told the truth. Her mother was seriously ill and needed this kind of flower to heal.

After Ling finished speaking, the people in the forest came out, took out a flower and asked Ling, "Are you looking for it?"

Ling stared at the flower in her hand in a trance and nodded.

"If you promise me, it's yours, how about it?"

Ling had already searched the grass several times, but there was still one flower missing. The mother lying on the hospital bed was still waiting for her. She was tempted: "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"You'll know when you arrive."

"How long will it take?" Ling was afraid that if she went there for a few days, it would be useless to have flowers, so she might as well ask directly.

"Not long, the time in the forest doesn't change..." She explained the reason to Ling, and Ling agreed with her at ease.

Ling followed her and walked into the forest.

Ling found that the green veil she was wearing was woven with leaf veins, translucent, like the wings of a green butterfly, glowing green in the dim forest. Ling stared at the fluorescent light, her eyes blurred, the light seemed to have infinite magic power, arousing the greed in her heart: it would be great if there was such a dress, so that she would not be laughed at by her friends.

The woman who was leading the way suddenly looked back at Ling, grinned, showing a row of terribly white teeth and said to Ling, "Do you want it?"

Ling nodded absentmindedly.

"Once you put on clothes and fail to complete the task I gave, you will be punished! Do you still want it like this?" The woman's teeth were even more terrifying in the setting sun scattered in the forest, like the fangs of beasts, white through bloody.

Ling was completely unaware of the inconsistency of the woman's statement. She only had the green dress in her eyes, and she agreed without thinking.

"Giggle! For you, for you." The woman laughed, afraid that Ling would regret it, and immediately cast a spell to change Ling's clothes.

Ling smelled the fragrance on the veil, her eyes became more and more blurred, like a drunk person, dizzy. She forgot everything that happened after that, and was sitting next to a sewing machine when she woke up.

02

"My daughter is going to the Magic Academy tomorrow, you need to weave a cloak, otherwise that green veil will turn you into a tree." The woman said coldly to Ling next to the sewing machine.

Ling recalled everything that happened in the forest, and fully understood: it turned out that it was all her plan. Ling couldn't help but feel scared, her hands, back, and face were wet with sweat.

Seeing Ling's terrified look, the woman told her that only after finishing all this could she use that flower to save her mother...

Thinking of the moaning mother on the hospital bed, Ling agreed with tears.

"Da da da" Ling stepped on the sewing machine and started to make cloaks. Ling has been doing all kinds of needlework since she was a child, which is not difficult for her.

"There was a little child standing in the woods,

He wore a wonderful little cloak.

Standing in the woods, wearing a wonderful little cloak.

Standing in the woods, wearing a wonderful little cloak.

Guess who is standing in the woods? "

Ling weaving, weaving, and suddenly remembered the song her mother taught her, so she hummed.

"Ling, is that you?" an excited voice asked.

Ling didn't tell anyone her name, including the woman, she was taken aback and asked in fear, "Who are you, how do you know me?"

"I'm Yimi, I've grown up with you since I was a child."

The voice was indeed Yimi's, but wasn't she eaten by demons? Ling's heart murmured.

As if guessing Ling's thoughts, Yimi said: "I, like you, was tricked by this woman to come here to knit for her, but it turned into a tree before it was finished, and you can just walk out the window. Seeing me, the biggest apple tree is me."

Ling looked out the window, and sure enough, there was an incomparably huge apple tree, the huge canopy was like a layer of green clouds, floating in the air, and the bright red apples were dotted in it...

"Next." Yimi picked an apple from herself, threw the branch to Ling.

"For me?"

"Well, have a taste and see how it goes, this is the best apple in the Enchanted Forest!" Yimi proudly said to Ling.

Ling took a small, slow bite. The apple is sweet and sour with a little astringency, just the right amount of astringency. She blushed slightly, and felt that it was delicious, and turned to gulps, "This is the best apple I've ever eaten!"

"Do you really like it?" Yimi's tone was very happy. "Unfortunately, I will never bear such fruit again.

Ling was stunned, the apple in her mouth fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" Ling asked with concern.

"Don't look at my luxuriant foliage, but there are many bugs growing in my body. It's itchy and uncomfortable. It won't take long for them to eat away my body." Yimi sobbed as she spoke.

Ling asked Yimi why she didn’t ask the woman for help, and Yimi said that the woman’s daughter was going to the magic academy and would no longer have to eat apples, leaving her to fend for herself.

Ling couldn't help feeling sorry for Yimi, and she had to endure such torture after she became a tree...

Ling remembered the time she spent with Yimi when she was a child, and she was eager to do something to ease Jane's pain. Besides, being short-tempered and helping others is also right, so she asked, "I can do something for you. what?"

Yimi stopped crying and asked uncertainly, "Do you really want to help me?"

Ling nodded and said, "You are my friend, and it is right to help you."

Friend, friend, what a distant word! Yimi muttered in her heart that since she became a tree, she had never heard such words and never had a friend again. She didn't expect that after so long, Ling still remembered her and regarded her as a friend. A ray of sunshine shone into her heart and gradually warmed up.

Yimi thinks that she should do something for Ling too - for her friend, she doesn't want her to become an immovable tree like her, old and lonely in this place.

Yimi has already figured out how to get Ling out of this place, but before helping Ling, she has to test to see if Ling really considers her a good friend.

Yimi deliberately cast magic, causing many bugs to appear on her body. She pretended that the pain was unbearable and pleaded with Ling: "Ling, can you steal the magic potion of the witch Anjita for me? After taking her potion, I will You can recover and become human.”

Ling shook her head and said that since the apple-stealing incident, she had promised her mother that she would never steal anything again. She told Yimi that she would do anything for her except stealing.

"Are you sure you won't go? Are you sure you won't go?" Yimi asked twice in a row.

Ling still shook her head, and refused very simply, without any room for manoeuvre.

Yimi remembers many details of her childhood with Ling. Listening to the sound of water flowing in the rice fields to find the holes made by the voles, riding bicycles to watch the stars in the low sky together, whistling together to tease the puppy at the village gate... At that time, she was willing to do anything for her, and once they went to steal Apple was caught, and Ling took all the blame for her alone.

Hearing Ling's refusal, Yimi's face became ugly, and the green leaves dimmed a bit. She thought that with the passage of time, Ling was no longer the Ling she used to be, and what she said just now was just casual, and she didn't consider her a friend at all.

"If she promises me, even at the cost of her life, I will help her escape from this place." Yimi thought in disappointment, "but she didn't, but she didn't."

The sunlight that Ling Zhao entered instantly vanished, and Yimi's heart became cold again: "That's no fault of me."

04

Every apple is connected with her mind, Yimi chanted a spell, and consciousness entered Ling's brain, controlling Ling's actions.

Yimi ordered Ling to steal Anjita's potion, which is a magical potion, which can remove all magic. She once used four apples to get four people to steal potions, but all failed.

Once discovered, Ling may die, but Ling's words just now hardened Yimi's heart: Go to hell with friends and everything!

She manipulated Ling to walk towards Anjita's room.

"Dong dong dong", the footsteps were particularly loud in the quiet passage, like a rainstorm hitting the river, and the shadows were also illuminated by the intermittent oil lamps, which suddenly became longer and shorter.

A few minutes later, she came to Angita's room. It was unprecedented, and the journey went smoothly without any difficulties. This was the first time she had gone so far and so close to success.

There are densely packed potions on display in the room, Yimi's scalp is numb when she sees these potions, she doesn't know which bottle to take, she can only look at each bottle. "No, no, not yet." Yimi kept mumbling in Ling's mind, "Damn, she's coming back soon, what should I do?" Suddenly, she glanced at a bottle of magic potion in the corner, covered with a Ashes, it looks like an abandoned magic potion. She wanted to give up, but finally, under an inexplicable inspiration, she walked over, picked up the bottle, and wiped away the dust.

"It's it, it's it, it's it!" If it wasn't in Ling's mind, she would have jumped up and cheered. Thinking of being able to dispel the magic and become a human again, she showed a long-lost smile, just like the sunshine after the rain, which was extraordinarily bright.

She asked Ling to wrap the magic potion in her clothes and then hurry back. While walking down the aisle, a mouse ran out. Yimi hates mice very much. They build nests under her tree roots, and they "squeak and squeak" every day. They use her tree roots as a molar stick. Today was a good opportunity, she let Ling kick the mouse with a big kick to avenge her usual revenge.

The rat was kicked out a few meters away, and lay on the ground in pain, screaming and screaming. She wanted to step on the mouse to death, but she couldn't. Many mice ran out of the mouse hole one after another, like a black wave, they stared at her with red eyes. She was eager for revenge just now, forgetting that the mice here are not afraid of people at all, and they are extraordinarily united, and provoking one is equivalent to provoking a group.

A human-rat war broke out, and the mice climbed onto Ling's body and began to bite Ling's body. Ling screamed in pain and almost broke through Yimi's consciousness. Suddenly, a mouse climbed up Ling's head, opened its mouth, revealing two front teeth, and bit Ling's ear with one bite. Instantly, blood flowed, dyeing half of Ling's face red.

Ling was in pain, and out of instinct, she stretched out her hand to grab the mouse, and then threw it hard. With a bang, the mouse hit the oil lamp. The oil lamp collapsed, the oil spread on the ground, and then there was another "bang", and a huge flame exploded on the ground.

The house was built of wood, and the fire spread quickly, the "crackling" sound of wood burning, and smoke billowing, filling the house. The mice had already dispersed, and several corpses told what had just happened.

They escaped the rat plague and fell into an even more desperate situation. As a tree, Yimi has a natural fear of fire. The thick smoke Ling inhaled was killing her consciousness little by little. If she stayed any longer, she would definitely die. So in order to save her life, she exited Ling's brain. Back in the apple tree.

Looking at the smoke billowing room in front of her, she shouted loudly, telling Ling to run out quickly.

She prayed that Ling could run out and bring out the bottle of magic potion.

05

Ling woke up, and after thinking about it, she roughly sorted out the ins and outs of the whole thing. But she doesn't blame Yimi, no matter who will seize the hope of living, just like she was deceived here so that her mother could live.

Ling crawled for a while, the exit was not far away, and she was out of danger by crossing that door. But at this time, the room was suddenly reminded of a child's cry.

That must be Anjita's daughter, Ling thought.

The fire is still spreading, and it won't be long before the house is devoured, and the little girl will be reduced to ashes.

To save or not to save, Ling was tangled, but she finally decided to save the little girl. She thought that all this was caused by her indirectly, and she was obliged to be responsible for it all.

Ling covered her mouth and crawled back the same way. The thick smoke made her cough constantly, eroding her consciousness little by little. Her chest became more and more tight, and her breath became shorter and shorter...

Seeing all this in the distance, Yimi was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. She didn't understand why Ling was so stupid. She had to rescue Anjita's daughter even though she had escaped.

But Yimi understands after thinking about it. Isn't that the case with Ling before? Always put yourself in the shoes of others and be eager to help others. She thought of the silly things Ling had done for herself. She chanted a spell to convert the apple that Ling ate into pure energy.

Ling felt a light body, full of countless powers. She ran towards the house, and in another room, she found Anguita's daughter, who was crying non-stop, her face smeared with tears. Ling went to hug her and was about to flee outside, but found that the fire had surrounded the whole house, and they had nowhere to escape. The heat wave was rolling in, and the water in her body quickly evaporated. Ling felt that she was about to be roasted into a mummified corpse.

Suddenly, a beam on the roof collapsed, and it was about to fall, so Ling protected her in her arms without thinking. The beam was gradually approaching with flames. The sparks fell on her body and made a "Zizzi" sound. Ling felt that her hair was ignited by the flames on the beam, giving off a burnt smell. She closed her eyes and waited for death.

But the beam did not fall, death did not come, and the restless and manic air returned to calm. Ling opened her eyes and found that everything was the same as before, the beam was still high, and there was no monstrous flames around, and she was holding a stuffed doll in her arms.

05

"Interesting, really interesting!" Anguita suddenly appeared in the room at this time, showing her frighteningly white teeth.

It turned out that everything was a game designed by her. The mouse and the fire were all arranged by her to punish the thieves. The game was triggered when she walked into the house.

Anjita also told Ling that all the people who stole from her in the past had turned into trees.

After hearing this, Ling's face was as white as a ball of paper, and her teeth were tightly clenched on her lower lip...

"But well! You have completed the test in the game, and now I will give you a chance. If you point out who instructed you to do this, I will let you go, how about it?" Anguita finished speaking with an evil smile.

Ling asked what would happen to that person if she pointed it out. Anguita said she would be made into a fire stick.

Ling hesitated, she regarded Yimi as a friend, and she didn't want to confess her.

Seeing Ling's hesitation, Anjita showed her frighteningly white teeth and said, "Actually, you don't need to say, I know it's the apple tree outside."

Ling lo

okedNow that she knew, why did she ask her.

Anjita saw through Ling's thoughts, she said that I made a bet with your friend that if she stole that bottle of potion, she would be released, but if she was confessed, she would be made into a fire stick. The first four people were all found by me, but when they were about to confess her, she chanted a spell and poisoned them with apples.

As she spoke, Anjita, who stood up straight, stretched her neck long, twisted her head to Ling's ear in a strange way and said to her, "So I designed this game early this time, including finding you. , including letting you live opposite her, and finally using your relationship to let her turn that apple into useful energy and not poison you to death, how about it? Isn't this game designed to be particularly interesting?"

Without waiting for Ling to answer, Anjita crossed her hands on her chest and shook her head, and then "giggled" laughed. The voice was so unpleasant that it sounded like a demon from hell.

After laughing for a while, she finally stopped, turned around and put her pale paper-like face into Ling's face, stared at Ling with empty eyes and said, "You just need to nod your head to admit that it's the apple tree, and I'll let you go. ,How about it?"

The wind brought what they said into Yimi's ears, Yimi's face was ashen with fright, and the leaves were rustling non-stop. She thought Ling would admit it, after all, she lied to her.

However, Ling shook her head and said that she stole it herself, and it had nothing to do with Yimi, and she was willing to bear all the punishment.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a great friendship, but it's useless, you still have to be turned into a tree." After speaking, Anguita began to chant the spell.

A thick fog formed out of thin air in the room. Ling felt that her body was becoming rigid. She thought that she was about to be turned into a tree, and she couldn't help feeling a little sad...

It didn't take long for the thick fog to dissipate, and Ling looked at herself to see what kind of tree she had become.

"I...I didn't turn into a tree." Ling was incoherent excitedly, she was standing by the sewing machine at the moment.

"Hahaha, are you scared?" Anjita said gloatingly, "although your friendship didn't touch me, but you did save my daughter, so I decided to give you a chance."

At this moment, Ling felt that Anjita became cute, but Anjita's next words poured cold water on her.

"But because of your greed, if you can't sew that cloak before dawn, that veil will still turn you into a tree."

At this time, there was not much time left until the dawn, and it was impossible to finish the cloak in such a short time, unless someone helped her, but there was no one here except the witch, and Jane was a little desperate.

"Hahaha, it's so funny, what's more interesting than hope when you're disappointed, and you're faced with disappointment when you have hope." Anjita's laughter drifted in the aisle, Ling felt that Anjita was better than those man-eating beasts Also disgusting.

Ling thought that she would turn into a tree anyway, so she might as well wait quietly for bad luck to come, but her mother was full of hope, and her worried eyes lingered in her mind, so Ling finally sat next to the loom and started weaving a cloak.

06

"Ling, I've treated you like that, why are you taking the blame for me?" Yimi outside the window said to Ling.

"Because you are my friend!" Ling said while weaving.

"But why didn't you agree to steal the magic potion in the first place? If you agreed, I would never do such a thing." Yimi asked in confusion.

"Because I promised my mother, that's my principle, just like trying my best to help a friend is my principle."

After listening to Ling's words, the only grudge in Yimi's heart melted like snow in the sun, she was moved to tears, the leaves rustled and covered the ground...

Yimi asks Ling if she can sew a cloak with her?

Ling said, "Aren't you a tree? How can you sew clothes?"

"Of course I can, I am a magical tree!"

With the addition of Yimi, the sewing speed increased. It's just that every time Yimi sews a stitch, the leaves on her body turn yellow.

The cloak was completed when the fish belly white was revealed on the side of the day.

"Thank you, Yimi!"

"I should say thank you, goodbye, Ling." Yimi finished the last sentence weakly.

Ling looked out the window and found that all of Yimi's leaves had turned yellow, and when the wind blew, the rustling fell, and they fluttered in the air.

At this moment, Anjita walked in, and Ling asked her what happened to Yimi.

Anguita said that Yimi had exhausted the dryad's magic and died in order to be able to sew.

Anjita picked up the cloak, looked at it, was very satisfied, then gave the flower to Ling, and told Ling to save your mother!

"Send you on the last ride!" Anguita blew a strong wind and sent them out of the forest.

Outside the forest, it was still dusk, as if nothing had happened, but the green veil on her body told Ling that everything was true.

07

"Mom, why don't you just remove the magic on Sister Apple Tree."

"She stole the magic potion that she gave you and drank it to become a tree spirit, and the only antidote to this magic is love."

Anguita said it was the laclass she deliberately gave her daughter before school started. puzzled