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Song of the Wind God 5
Even if he has to pay the price of weakening the gods or even eventually dying for this against the nature of the wind, he is willing. But the maiden refused. Many days ago, she sensed the other side of the air flow around the body signs of increasing decline, can stay here with their own summer, is probably the limit. "You are the wind, the wind of freedom, can not and should not stop." The young lady said softly, the tone of voice is complicated, can not tell whether it is laughing or sighing. "If I can't get free, then please ...... go see the world for me." Please don't worry, no matter where I am trapped, I still have a whole summer of memories with you. Such beauty and warmth is enough to light up the rest of your life. The young man looked at the young girl in silence, watching her stand alone in the wind, her long hair raised along with her skirt, so lonely, so forlorn that he wanted to go over and give her a hug. But he could not do anything. The wind god has no entity and cannot even give a real hug. He could only settle in place and quietly listen to the other party sing a song for himself, the one he heard when they first met. It was obviously the same song, but it didn't sound quite the same. The reason may be that the singer and the listener now both have traces of love in their hearts. The young girl sang and sang, finally there were uncontrollable tears from the eyes rolled down, choked and could not continue to sing. A warm wind blew from her side, as if a gentle lover reached out his hand, the airflow gently brushed the girl's cheeks, so that the tears slipping in the wind dried up. "From now on whenever you want to cry, stand on the terrace, or open the window." The teenager looked straight at the young girl and said the promise he had failed to say earlier. "If you shed another tear, let the wind dry it for you." The young girl and he looked at each other for a long time, and finally burst into a smile of relief, nodded solemnly, promised this agreement. From now on, no matter where she goes, as long as there is a breeze raised, it is as if the teenager is still with him. As for the teenager, he will always carry her song that melts in the wind, fulfilling the girl's wishes and walking around every inch of the world. One of the double endings (comedy version) the day of the princess's wedding, the ceremony was very grand, the prince of a neighboring country proudly riding on a white horse towards the castle, the bridal party in front of the castle on the avenue lined up for a long time. A young girl in a white wedding dress stood on a high terrace, her eyes did not fall on the avenue the prince was walking on below, but looked up at the forest and river beyond the castle, and the mountains and sunrise further away. Those places of freedom where one can never go should always have the wind blowing. The young girl threw the silk silk in her hand. The silk unfolded in mid-air, held by the wind, tumbling, slow to fall. Suddenly, a strong wind rose up and sent the silk back to the young girl's hand, while blowing her wedding dress and long hair high up in the air. The next second, it was the familiar figure appeared in front of her. The young man, no, it is more appropriate to call him the god of wind at this moment, never before fierce air currents around his whole body, rampant, rubbing the air around him are rattling. All the objects on the terrace were blown to shake, and even the girl herself had to bend hard to barely stand still. On the avenue in front of the castle, the bridal party had been blown eastward and westward by the more violent winds, and collapsed. The wind god extended his hand towards the maiden: "Will you come with me?" Come with me to see this vast world, never stop and enjoy total freedom until the end of time. Even if you can't even have a real kiss or a real hug in this life. But at least I have your song and you have my wind. The young girl was stunned at first, but soon a bright smile appeared on her face, only to see her tug on the hem of her skirt, resolutely stepped on the balcony railing, leaping towards the wind god in mid-air. The people below the castle let out a shout of surprise. Immediately afterwards, the view was obscured by the countless objects raised by the huge wind, which was too violent and fierce, blowing for dozens of miles is the sky and darkness, nothing can be seen. After a long time, the wind gradually stopped, the shocked people one by one from the shelter, panic face to face. No one was killed or injured, but the princess was lost. No one ever saw her again. But until much later, the land still circulates the legend that whenever you walk into a beautiful place, please quiet your mind and listen carefully to the sound of the wind sweeping through, it will be very pleasant, very melodious. Because it hides the bride of the wind god full of happiness singing. The wind does not stop, love also continues forever. END double ending two (tragic version) the day of the princess's wedding, the ceremony was very grand, the prince of a neighboring country proudly riding on a white horse towards the castle, the bridal party in front of the castle on the avenue lined up a long. A young girl in a white wedding dress stood on a high terrace, her eyes did not fall on the avenue the prince was walking on below, but looked up to the forest and river beyond the castle, and the mountains and sunrise further away. Those distant places where one cannot go, there should always be a wind blowing, right? "Goodbye." The young girl smiled with relief, "I will not let my tears be seen as long as I am in a place where there is wind." Then she turned and left the terrace, circling down staircase after staircase. Never looking back. According to those who were there, a good wind suddenly blew around the princess as she got into her wedding car. The wind was full of flower petals, different colors, different kinds, and even different regions and seasons of flowering. It was as if someone had given the princess a great gift, so that when she got married, she would see all the flowers in the world. The princess just silently leaned against the window and watched, then opened the window and threw the silk in her hand. The silk unfolded in mid-air, held by the wind, tumbled, and did not fall. It never fell until the princess's wedding car disappeared beyond the distant mountains. Many years later, when the former wind god had traveled every inch of the world and felt tired, he stopped briefly to rest in a forest. The woods surround a flat lawn, is a quiet cemetery. It happened to be holding a funeral here. They mourned a very respected old royal woman, according to the people present whispered that the old woman had lived a life of propriety, dignity and self-restraint. Although midway through the numerous changes and twists and turns, experienced a lot of unbearable pain, but she always maintained a surprisingly calm, never in front of anyone to show the sad color. Not even a single tear has been shed. The voices of all these discussions followed the flow of the wind and reached the ears of the Wind God. Today, he has long ceased to be the same young man, from the time he left the castle, the original stagnant in his body began to flow again, in a few decades has passed more than the past thousand years. The passing time, along with the countless distances traveled over the years, the countless landscapes seen, together with the mark of vicissitudes on his body. "Even if we can see each other again ......" the aging wind god looked in the direction of the funeral and smiled bitterly, "...... you don't recognize me, right? " After all, it's not just the wind that can't stop and wait for someone. People also will always go forward, can not stop where they are, waiting for the wind to rise again. Near the end of the funeral, a sudden violent wind blew, blowing those present to stagger, nearly unable to stand. I do not know where to fall out of a silk, has been held in mid-air by the wind, tumbling, but slow to fall. And the wind whistles, as if singing a mournful song. Such as grievances such as mourning, such as sobbing like a complaint.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Writers and liars 1
Three hours have passed since the writers sent out the stop notice. Nothing has moved in the message section. It's too bad. In the hot and stuffy room, the writer held his arm over his face and smiled bitterly. I thought it was bad enough that I had decided to stop working on a work that had taken so much effort. As a result, it just proved that there was really not a single reader who wanted to follow that work. It's a complete humiliation. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it. The writer sighed, pushed aside a pile of empty coffee cans in front of his computer screen, took out his mouse, and moved the cursor on the screen to the close page icon. Just as he taps down, he suddenly hears a beep. There was a private message from a reader. The writer clicked on the private message, hesitating, but unable to resist his inner expectation. The ID name should be a girl, the private letter began very politely, said she was a recent new reader, very much like the work, did not expect the writer actually to stop, she was particularly sorry and sad. "Author greatly, take the liberty to ask a question, why you do not continue to write ah?" The girl wrote in a private message, "Is it because of any problems in real life?" The writer stared at this question many times. His fingers pressed on the edge of the keyboard and bounced a few times before replying, "Sorry, I'm busy with other things and I don't have time to write this article again." Almost as soon as the other party received the writer's reply, they immediately sent a second private message, "So that's it, I guessed right, a writer like you who can write awesome stories must be very good in real life too." "I'm flattered." The writer didn't know what his psychology was, and couldn't resist continuing to reply to this strange reader, "But I do earn more from my job than from writing." The other party did not move for a long time. The writer no longer wanted to wait any longer before the other party sent a third party private letter. This time the letter was long and the girl detailed her recent situation. She said she used to hardly read online articles, but not long ago unfortunately had a car accident, spinal injuries, can only lie in a hospital bed every day, the days are really boring, only to think of reading online articles to pass the time. As a result, I inadvertently saw the writer's work, and I was fascinated by it. "The life of lying on a hospital bed is very miserable, but this time I can catch up with your updates, is the most anticipated and happy moment of my day." The girl said in a private message, "Seeing that the protagonist of your work, no matter how many times he is in trouble, is still full of hope for life and can still get up and move forward tenaciously, I am so encouraged, as if that character is just myself ......" The writer was a little moved. paused for a moment before continuing to read on. "The doctor said my situation is not optimistic, the rest of my life is probably only in a wheelchair, to be honest, I was thinking that instead of living like this, it would be better to die, but my heart is still thinking about your update, ha ha, is not very strange, but this is really my mood at the time, like catching a light in the dark, I would like to see once again in a desperate situation of the protagonist, in what way will The way to continue to hold on." "The author suddenly decided to stop and leave the protagonist in a desperate situation, which was too much for me.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Writers and liars 2
I know I'm not qualified to force anything, and I regret not giving you too much feedback before, but ...... selfishly still hope that you save the protagonist, do not let him alone in the darkness waiting to die, there are readers like me need him to live well ... ... "The writer's fingers were shaking slightly as he pressed on the keyboard. On the windowsill beside him, traces of water drops suddenly appeared. One drop, two drops, countless drops. The sultry summer afternoon, suddenly a heavy rain, the whole city's restlessness washed away, and then the rain cleared, as if everything could start again. *** After that the writer withdrew the stop notice, but of course no one cared about it. Except for the girl who sent a private message. Her hope did not break and continued steadily. Moreover, the new chapter begins with a dedication to everyone who is in a desperate situation but not alone. Although the daily update is not as much as before, because the writer does have things to be busy in the present world, but he still does his best to write every day while he is busy, and post it to the serial platform on time every day. Even if the only reader who follows the update is the girl. But if such an update is to give hope to a person in a desperate situation, then it has a very heavy and true meaning. The girl will enthusiastically reply to each chapter, will change the way to praise the writer, and will even register many small numbers, pretending to be different readers to write a message or reward. Unfortunately, her acting skills were too poor and she was soon seen through by the writer. "I'm sorry, author, I just think if there are more readers, you can write more happily." The girl sent a letter of apology and attached a pathetic emoticon, "I don't want you to write so much for nothing and get nothing in return ......" "Not for nothing, now this story would have been what I wanted to write myself. "The writer looked at the screen and smiled in relief. "As long as there is a reader who genuinely likes it, it's not a waste of time." "Author greatly ......," the girl sent over a touching emoji. "Thank you." "You're welcome." The writer replied. "I just want to see someone live well with hope even if they are in a wheelchair." *** The world is so unpredictable, when the writer desperately update, write all the routines, trying to become famous, his work no one asked for; and when he just frankly write the protagonist experienced growth and sadness, the protagonist through hardships but the original state of mind unchanged, but gradually gained more readers resonance. "Author greatly, your text although not particularly painful ......" more and more readers to his message, "but when I follow the protagonist all the way through, I feel that even ordinary as yourself, should also be able to in this bad The world is a bad place to live in." By the time that article was serialized to the middle, he already had a not insignificant number of loyal readers, and became famous in the circle, and the income from writing had long exceeded that of ordinary working people, and the prospects for follow-up looked quite good. And all this, all because at the request of the girl, he saved the protagonist of his pen, not leaving it alone in a desperate situation waiting to die. At the same time also made himself. *** A year later, on the day of sending out the finished chapters, the writer did not stay too long in the readers' group that was enthusiastically celebrating the discussion, but sent a message to the girl privately.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Mortals and Heavenly Gods 1
The god of heaven can be a god because he is loved by many mortals. Endless love, ordinary people can not use up all their lives, the rest of the love will converge into the divine power, so that this mortal with endless love, leaving the earth, rose to the sky, and became a sky god. Therefore, the gods are very few, even if there are so many mortals in the world, but all the love can serve the gods, and not so many. Heavenly gods with divine power have an easy life, do not age or die, omnipotent, wherever they go are embraced by the devout faithful. Likewise, the gods who lost the power of the gods will be very miserable, losing respect, fall into the mortal world, humble as any ordinary person who fell into a mud pit on a rainy day. So the gods are afraid of losing their divine power; in other words, their greatest fear is that there will no longer be enough mortals to love them. But love such offerings, by humble begging is useless. The celestial gods, full of wisdom - or cunning - discovered long ago that if you want more mortal adoration, you should stay away from the faithful who adore you. Yes, to make their image more and more perfect, while making mortals know that such a perfect image, revered beyond measure, is not accessible to just anyone. Only the most devout and respectful mortals can enjoy the privilege of being close to the gods, obtaining occasional alms from the celestial gods, and satisfying their innermost hidden desires with divine power. This was a great generosity and mercy from the gods, and the mortals who received the divine blessing were so grateful that they made the miracle into a song that was widely celebrated. When other mortals heard the song, they were also encouraged and willing to continue to offer their infinite love to serve their gods of divine power in order to obtain this minimal good fortune. Although the source of these divine powers would have been the love of mortal offerings. Oh, it is not surprising that mortals always seek those things that seem to be perfect, yet high and unattainable. The harder it is to ask for, the more cherished it is. Thus the relationship between the gods and mortals will logically continue, year after year, world after world. Mortals offer hot love, converge into the gods of the cold divine power. Until one of the gods, perhaps because his heart was still warm in the human world, began to tire of such a life, but also tired of the distance between heaven and earth, the illusory, one-way love. He wanted to go back to his faithful, to touch the warmth of love directly, and to respond with the same passionate love. The other gods thought him crazy, and either mocked or discouraged him. Mortals only love the gods they need to look up to, but never look down at the ants who are inferior to them. Those gods who disagreed said. If you love them the way mortals do, they will no longer love you as they love the gods. But the obstinate gods did not listen to them, and descended to the temple dedicated to them, and appeared before the faithful who were praying there. The mortals were surprised and excited. All of them surrounded the god of heaven, just to be able to bend down to kiss his toes, and then shed tears of happiness. The mortals loved him so much. These sincere love moved the god of heaven, and he decided to stay, listen to the wishes of the faithful, and then use his divine power to fulfill them one by one. To heal the sick, to make marriages happy, to accumulate wealth, a single mortal's wish would require the divine power of many mortal loves, but the God of Heaven did not care. The love was already taken from them. Now it is just a matter of giving it back to them. Looking at the joy of mortals' wishes being fulfilled, the God of Heaven felt a heartfelt joy, as if remembering the scene thousands of years ago, when he was just a mortal, but was loved and praised by people around him for selflessly helping others. But now that he is a heavenly god, what the mortals ask from him is much harder and more difficult than what they asked from him as an ordinary person back then.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Writers and Liars 3
He wanted to meet her. Instead of responding as positively as she had in the past, the girl waited a long time before excusing herself in a vague tone, saying that she looked so bad in her wheelchair that she didn't have the courage to meet with the admired writer offline. "But I'd really like to meet you." The writer wrote. "Just like the story I wrote, if the protagonist didn't meet the blind girl whose heart was in the end, the ending wouldn't be considered a happy one." The other party was silent for a long time. Finally, he replied, "Okay". *** The writer went to the agreed cafe early and chose a seat opposite the door. This way, when the girl came in, he could smile at her. The two of them had never seen each other before, and just by intuition, he could tell that the girl with the ponytail was the one he was waiting for. Only, there was something unexpected in the unexpected. The other side is good to walk in, not in a wheelchair, not even a cane pestle. Instead, a pair of crutches was placed next to the writer's own seat. The girl sat across from the writer with eight parts of trepidation and two parts of surprise, and looked at the writer's still gentle smile, her expression slowly became ashamed. She buried her head deeply, the tone of her voice trembled and said a number of "sorry". Because she lied to the writer. "I was really in a car accident, also injured the spine, the doctor said there is no possibility of recovery." The girl whispered, "I was really scared at that time, crying all day long." Until she saw his article, she drew strength from it. So when she saw the break notice, her whole body was dumbfounded, and with a feverish mind, she sent him a private message asking about it, and was pleasantly surprised to receive a reply. "Never in a million years, just as I sent the third private message to tell you about my condition, the doctor suddenly came to the ward and told me that my previous diagnosis was wrong and that my injuries were not that serious and that I could fully recover." The girl paused, "I was going to tell you right away, but then I thought, this coincidence sounds as if I'm lying." The writer didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly. "I momentarily hesitated not to say the truth, and later saw that you resumed, but also in the text write this is dedicated to every person in a desperate situation but not alone, I would not know what to say, received a gift that should not take but did not have the courage to return, I ...... me ......" the girl sighed, "at first I was afraid to be taken by you as a liar, the result dragged to the end, instead of their own really become a liar." After saying that, the girl raised her head and looked at him with red eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm too bad to take advantage of your sympathy and be a hateful liar." "You did lie to me." The writer said softly, no anger in his voice. "But I lied to you, too." The girl looked bewildered. "When I decided to stop working on that article, I didn't have a job and I couldn't make any money." The writer said blandly, "In fact, I had just lost my footing and fallen down the stairs not long ago, and I was recovering badly, sitting in a wheelchair all day, desperate for life." "Huh?" The girl's eyes widened in dismay. "My parents wanted me to stop obsessing about writing and go to the hospital for rehabilitation without worrying, but I didn't listen to them, and I was still bent on proving my talent by writing, and I ended up proving nothing."The writer leaned back toward his chair and let out a long breath. "My parents were furious and said they were going to cut me off, and at that time all kinds of bad things piled up together, making me feel that no one in the world needed me anymore and that I could only be left alone in a desperate situation waiting to die." Speaking of which, the writer gave a light laugh: "A second before I received your private message, I was really decided to die." "God ......" the girl momentarily excited, reached out to press the writer's hand on the desktop, "I'm sorry, I did not even know ...... " "It's okay, it's all in the past, I was able to stick to writing while doing rehab later, thanks to you." The writer backhanded the girl's hand, ignoring the blush that rose on the other's face, and looked at her frankly, "So even though you lied to me, I want to thank you." Thank you, for not leaving me alone in a desperate situation waiting to die. Thank you, for saying you still need the useless me. Thank you, for tricking me into living well. END 碎念：The brainchild of this article originated from a foreign cartoonist's news I saw online before, saying that he received a letter from a seriously ill reader when the comic serialization was at a low point, saying that he was not so afraid of death by chasing his comic, and this letter inspired the cartoonist to keep the serialization updated for a longer time. Later, I saw that there were also gods in the domestic online world who had similar experiences and encouraged readers who were seriously ill with extra work. (I'm sorry because I saw it a long time ago, so I can't remember exactly which god it was.) Even myself, in the past two years of writing, I have received many letters from readers saying that they were reading my updates to ease their moods and grit their teeth when they were very sad in their lives. Seriously, this encouraged me and made me turn on the computer and knock up words countless times when I wanted to be lazy and not write. So I decided to put this experience into a story, not only to describe the joy and hope that creators give to their audience, but also to say that the recognition and need of the audience is a life-saving treasure for creators. Thank you all so much for coming to see me write my story.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Mortals and Heavenly Gods 2
What's more, when the reputation of spirituality spread, more and more mortals rushed to pray, even if the god of heaven's divine power comes from the deep love accumulated for thousands of years, in the face of endless desires, it is difficult to continue. The god of heaven realized that this could no longer be the case, so he began to refuse the mortals irrelevant or greedy excessive requests, even to agree to, but also not as completely satisfied as before. This made later mortals feel angry. On what grounds? We love you as much as the first came. The later ones protested. And you, as a selfless god, are partial in heart. The mortal whose wish was not fulfilled went away disappointed and vowed to love him no more. The love offered to him is not returned. The disappointed make up new songs. We have all witnessed it. Infamy always spreads faster than reputation, and the number of mortals who refuse to offer their love any more is so great that the love that serves him diminishes so drastically that his divine power decays dramatically. Very often, even if he wanted to help an old man suffering from a malady, or save a woman with a miserable fate, he was unable to do so, and could only invoke his meager divine power to give them a little inconspicuous solace. This has sparked more controversy. He looked like a warm-hearted ordinary man. People whispered. And not perfect. In fact, the gods themselves are not perfect; they are changed from mortals, and even with divine power, it does not help them erase all their flaws. But when they are high up, occasionally appear, mortals who look up to them, they can not see those defects, mistakenly think that the gods are perfect. Then the mortals fell madly in love with this perfection, even if it only existed in their own illusion. And when the gods stay with them every day, even if he is more knowledgeable than the mortals, more capable, more beautiful, there will always be countless eyes to pick out countless problems. The faults that mortals would have become more or less shadowed by following him. The mortals who had begun to hesitate looked at the god in front of them, as if they could become like him with a little more effort, and then thought about the perfect gods that they could never touch, and the doubts in their hearts finally broke out. God is not supposed to be like this. Everyone says so, after all, the past experience of worshiping the gods makes them truly believe. The true God is far more mysterious, more perfect, and, moreover, does not touch mortals easily. If a heavenly god behaved like a mortal, how would he deserve to be called a god? Almost overnight, everyone decided that he was just an impostor, an ordinary man disguised as a celestial god to deceive the public. Rumors spread like a breaking tide among the conversations of mortals, paving the entire night with anger and resentment. This is a fraud! At dawn, the original believers furiously destroyed the temple built for him, pulled the god out of the temple and pushed him down, spitting at him. You cheated us out of our love just to make yourself a god! The god of heaven fell to the ground and looked up indifferently. Among those mortals who spat on him were also those who had been helped by him. Suddenly a heavy rain fell from the sky and the crowd scattered. The rain poured on the gods who had fallen into the mud puddle, evaporating all the eagerness, indifference and coldness, as if it was a mockery from the other gods. If you love them in a mortal way, they will no longer love you as they love the gods. It rained for many days, and the gods who had lost their temples could not find shelter, wandering around, in a terrible state, feeling the last trace of divine energy in his body was also rapidly running out. Now, even if he still has a simple love for mortals in his heart, no mortal is willing to respond to him. Precious love, of course, can only be dedicated to the noble God. Until one evening, the rain finally stopped. The fallen god did not know exactly where he was, and could only sit helplessly on the steps of the road, watching the mortals come and go before him, life as usual. In fact, the fall of any god does not have a real impact on mortals. There will always be new mortals who gain more love and then converge into divine power and become new sky gods, worshiped by mortals. The god of heaven, who has almost no divine power, looked up and saw the sky covered with a glorious purple haze, as full of love burning, so hot, so beautiful. It so happened that a little girl passed by holding a flower pot, tears hanging on her lovely face, and in the pot was a dead plant. The gods stood up to stop her and exerted their last bit of divine power to bring the withered plant back to life, with its branches and leaves spreading and its buds blooming. Ah, it actually came to life and bloomed. The little girl said joyfully, her smile full of happiness. Thank you so much! Are you the god who can hear the wishes of mortals? The god of heaven smiled and nodded his head. Then he disappeared in the wind reflected by the evening sun.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
A can of sunshine
The day is cold, Miss Lin in the house a search, finally in the bottom of the cabinet to find their treasures. It is a can of sunshine saved from the summer. The lid is too tight, Miss Lin twisted half a day did not open, simply sent to her boyfriend Mr. Su: "Please, help." Mr. Su looks thin, but the hand strength is not small, a twist on the open. "Okay, okay, don't open it." Ms. Lin snatched the jar, protecting it in her arms, "such a precious thing, do not spill it all at once." Mr. Su looked at Miss Lin will lift the lid only a small slit, and came to the side to carefully sniff and show the expression of satisfaction, can not help but reach out and gently snap her head: "stupid." Ms. Lin ignored him, the can of sunshine to the bag a happy, in the morning of the weekend, go out to the company to work overtime. Throughout the day, she had many opportunities to use the can of sunshine. For example, when she was walking in the rain and snow, thin scarf can not stop the cold, there is a cold wind whooshing into the seams, Ms. Lin would like to pour a little sunshine on the scarf, then the scarf will become softer, more dense, the smell of warm sunshine, like a summer night barefoot walking on the golden beach still warm. "Well, while this feels great, there should be a better use for it." Miss Lin didn't bother to use the can of sunshine, just gathered her scarf a little tighter and sprinted forward into the office building with her neck scrunched. Another example is when she sat in the office to catch up on work, but because she did not eat breakfast and her stomach rumbled, can only unwrap a bag of disliked white bread, put in the mouth a bite, alas, dry and cold and tasteless. At this time, Miss Lin would like to open the can of sunshine, dipped in the dry bread, dry bread will be like enchanted general, fluffy fat, fluffy heat straight out of the golden crust off the crispy crumbs, the white interior and the sweet breath of honey. "This is very good, but it still seems to be a slight waste." Miss Lin swallowed, kept quite calm, a few bites of nibbled dry and cold bread, and continued to work well. For example, at lunchtime, when she ate her work meal, which she had already eaten a million times, she almost couldn't control her hands and opened the can to pour sunshine into the lunch box. So that you can eat is no longer greasy and salty fruit, but a meal made by the mother's hands in the old home far away, with smothered ribs, sweet and popping shrimp, delicate and light fish soup, crisp and fatty vegetables, perhaps, will be accompanied by a pot of golden stewed old chicken soup, can drink a bowl in this cold day, ah, really beautiful. But Miss Lin in the end still managed to control their hands: "Think again, think again, in case there is a better use for this pot of sunshine." When working late into the evening, tired to dizzy Miss Lin is really decided to open the jar, to fill their cups with sunshine. She needs to use sunlight to turn a cup of bland plain water into a cup of warm and fragrant sun tea, tea aroma tantalizing, tea flavor, just one sip, you can wake up the brain and refresh, to beat the whole day's fatigue. But in the end she did not do so. Instead, she endured until overtime, put the tin of sunshine in her bag again, and went home. "Ahhh, I'm such a fool, I actually brought the jar back intact again." Miss Lin walked home in a pleasant mood, even though it was colder than in the morning. Not only was the work done on time, but on the way she was lucky enough to come across a stall selling baked sweet potatoes, and Miss Lin bought a very large baked sweet potato and did not eat it right away, but just held it in her hand, just like holding a small heater, not cold at all. Sure enough, what Miss Lin wants to do most is still to spill the sun on the baked sweet potato, so that it becomes the best baked sweet potato in the world, and then share it with her boyfriend Mr. Su. A short distance from home, Miss Lin stopped. Under the dim streetlights, there is a simple shed by the corner, an elderly homeless man built himself against the wall, so that you can sleep inside when it is cold, slightly blocking the wind. But it must still be very cold, just look at the other side of the face frozen sores can be seen. Miss Lin look at the shed, and look at their own hands of baked sweet potatoes, hesitant. Mr. Su received Miss Lin at the intersection outside the community, the other party's nose is frozen red, looks a little bit of pity. "Eh, why are you waiting for me here?" Miss Lin touched her nose, surprised. "The street light in front is broken, do not worry about you walking alone." Mr. Su touched Miss Lin's hand that reached into the pocket of his coat. "Hands so cold?" "Not dressed thick enough today, I didn't expect it to be so cold." Miss Lin dragged Mr. Su back. "Hurry up and go back, go go go, freeze me to death." "Is that can of sunshine of yours useless?" Mr. Su rubbed Miss Lin's hands as he walked. "Well, I gave it away along with the baked sweet potatoes I bought halfway." Miss Lin replied. "Hmm?" Mr. Su gave a light laugh. "You actually gave it up?" "I couldn't let it go, but someone needed it more than I did." Miss Lin tilted her head and smiled at Mr. Su, holding the other party's hand tightly, feeling the warmth of the other party's palm was constantly transmitting to herself, smiling even more smugly. "It's okay, I already have you as a big sun.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Lost Hearts7
The young man suddenly realized that what he felt through that heart was not the man's residual love, but the true feelings of the girl who thought she would never fall in love with anyone else, who still had the simplest longing for love, expecting that she would one day find the warmth of love in this cold world. Such a mood, he also had, and the girl's first meeting, the other side of the face of despair is like a mirror reminding him that in this world where no one takes love seriously, in this world where even true hearts can be casually discarded without pity, he is the fool who bitterly clings, even if the mouth does not say, but the soul has never given up. It is this same desire for love, so that two strangers who do not know each other, in such a wonderful way resonate, and then the heavens mercifully make the two meet, and then a number of coincidences and initiatives mixed together, together with the achievement of this romance. So this love affair is real, not fictional, and no one is misled, because an empty heart neither gives instructions for him to fall in love with anyone, nor does it give him the quality of being loved. The heart is only a container, the love contained within it is the key. The young man stared at the wrinkled letter paper with tears dripping on it, overlapping with the girl's tears. At this moment, he sincerely prayed to the heavens to send down another miracle, since the girl's tears can convey her heart to him, then his chagrin and joy, can also reach each other's hearts? After waiting for a long time without movement, the young man realized that the heavens are not available to keep sending down miracles, coincidences are not always available for free, to find the person who misses, it is better to take the initiative to act to be reliable. Just when he took out his cell phone to call the girl, another phone call came in first. The caller ID was the Lost Hearts Collection Service. This time they were informing the young man that his lost heart had just been found and he was asked to pick it up. In addition, in view of the fact that it was almost time for them to close, they also asked the young man to hurry up. When the young man arrived outside the gate of the lost heart, even though he knew that it would be close to closing time, he still stopped and took a few steps in the opposite direction. There stood a girl, dragging a large suitcase, a look of dust, face covered with the tiredness of a long trip back. But the face was still familiar to the young man, so gentle, so kind. "You're back." This time it was the young man who opened his mouth first. "Well." The girl saw that the young man was actually holding the letter he had written to him, her face was a bit complicated, "Stayed out for a long time." There was concern hidden in the young man's inquiry, "What did you go out for?" "The first thing I wanted to do was to go to that bastard and ask him to return all the love you put in your heart." The girl's face floated a few helpless, "but he originally did not value that heart, and even more so, the love inside is a burden, long ago dumped all the love in the heart." "So." The young man did not feel sorry, but indifferently shook his head, "It does not matter." The reason is that that kind of love is still growing in his chest, as much as he wants, there will not be enough. But in the girl's opinion, this calm represents another meaning, a negative meaning that will make her heart float a huge loss and have to work very hard to suppress it. He doesn't care anymore. She thought calmly and desperately. "Although your love for me is no longer possible, I think it's still time to find your lost heart." The girl took a deep breath and there was a relieved determination in her eyes, "When I find that heart and give it back to you, whether you continue to leave it empty or use it to love someone else, it doesn't matter, but I have to help you find that heart." "Why?" The young man pursued. "Why must you find that heart?" "Because ...... you can produce that warm love." The girl's voice was a little sad and a little unhappy, "It would really be too bad if because you can't find the heart, you won't even get the same love from others to respond in the future." The young man looked at the girl's brow covered with sorrow and held the letter in his hand tightly: "So, have you found it?" "I found it." The girl nodded, and her voice was suddenly put very soft. "I think it would be good to hand it back here, they will notify you to come and pick it up." As for herself, she was planning to just walk away silently, wishing him well in her heart from now on. It just didn't occur to her that she couldn't leave fast enough and he was in a hurry to get here. The gods of fate were generous after all and gave them another lucky coincidence to meet here. "Then you've done me a great favor." The young man's expression had completely stretched out, and his whole person exuded an inexplicable glow. He walked over, took the girl's hand and placed it on his left chest, "Look, I have so much love here and am worried about where to put it, so if you happen to pick up an empty heart, can ...... I use it to continue to hold my love for you?" A warm flow from his heart overflowed out, into the girl's hand, straight to her heart, as blazing, as fireworks blooming, is the spring breeze blowing the wilderness, is the sun shining on the earth, from then on everything revives, flowers bloom, laughter and joy never stop. They just stood together quietly, for a long, long time. It was only when the off-duty bell rang from the Lost Hearts Recruiting Office that the two were awakened from their immersion in beauty. "Oops." The young man held his forehead, a little speechless. "Why are they off duty again." "Yeah, there's still a heart inside that's important to me." The girl looked over at him with a smile in her eyes, "Shall we come back together tomorrow to get it back?"
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Fairy tree edge 1
In the middle of this city stands a balsam camphor tree, close to a thousand years old, which was hung by the public with the sign of a famous ancient tree. The tree was tied with countless red ropes praying for a good marriage, because I do not know when the rumor that the old tree is tainted with immortal energy, can protect the marriage. There have been many people to the tree tied the red rope, but may not be sincere belief in this statement, mostly just to find a fun, or to seek a peace of mind. But they do not know is that the tree really has a tree fairy, attached to the ancient tree body, has been practicing in this world for a thousand years. That is a gentle nature of the tree immortal, born handsome and elegant, but unfortunately mortals have no chance to see his appearance, because the tree immortal is still only a casual immortal not formally admitted to the immortal, can not show his true body in front of mortals. For the city, he is transparent, daily just hidden in the lush canopy, quietly watching the sun rise and set, the moon is full and the moon is short. Occasionally he would think back to a thousand years ago, when he had just transformed into a spirit. At that time, the local custom is still followed, which family if the birth of a daughter, it will be planted in the courtyard of a camphor tree, to be later when the daughter grows up to get married, the tree has become a material, can be felled into a dowry box with. The body of the tree fairy, a balsam camphor seedling, is accompanied by a newborn baby girl's cries planted in the courtyard of a family. As the only grass in the courtyard with a spiritual nature, at that time he just gathered his spiritual awareness, scattered wisdom is not much clearer than the baby girl only babbling, but in the midst of the chaos, he still had a vague thought. I am here because of her. This thought then became part of him, like the sun and rain that a tree needs to grow. Several years passed, the sapling drew up and gradually filled up with spiritual awareness and took on a human form, becoming a child. This is his initial form, not even a loose immortal, at best, can only be considered a small tree demon. Of course, the mortals walking in the courtyard can not see him, on the one hand, because he is not enough cultivation to reveal the entity, on the other hand, because the souls of these mortals are too dirty, can not see the convergence of various spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Except for the little girl whose face and hands and feet are chubby. Perhaps because he grew up here and she has a difficult bond, and perhaps because at this time her mind is still pure and transparent, can be connected with the spirit, in short, the little tree demon in the first glance with her, know that the other side can see themselves. And the little tree demon is still in a daze, the little girl has come to the front, reaching out to grab his arm, grinning. *** Later people often see the little girl alone by the camphor tree, or clapping and laughing, or singing in a milk voice, and sometimes running and jumping happily, like doing some fun game. Adults only think she is a child playing with their own, no one knows that it is two children playing happily together, even if a person and a demon interval between the clan, but the innocent friendship between children is inseparable. She even gave him a name, calling him "A Zhang". He was happy to accept it, and every time he heard someone whispering "Azhang" under the tree, he would gladly leap down from the canopy to see his only friend in his life. When the girl grew up to a certain age, her family hired a teacher for her, and she packed up her playfulness and sat under the tree to recite the classics whenever she was free.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Lost Hearts6
Now they flow back from all sides of the body and fill the empty chest, making it as hot and hot as when there was a heart. The heart can be lost, but true love is not lost. The young man did not know whether he should be happy or sad about this, he fell into a confusion about life. But love is never hidden, if they are not peacefully collected into the heart, it will bounce more unruly, all kinds of memories and feelings stirred his whole person is not peaceful, as if someone with a loud speaker in his ears shouting: "obviously so good a girl, why do you want to give up?!" But ...... young man pressed his chest, where although it was being filled with impassioned emotions, but no heart. He recalled when the girl apologized to herself fearfully just because she had a crack in her heart, worrying that this would not be fair to him. That a person who has lost his heart is qualified to renew the broken feelings again? After tossing and turning for several days, the young man, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, decided to knock on the door of the girl next door. No one opened the door, and the mailbox full of advertisements seemed to say that the owner of the house had not been home for some time. The young man surveyed the mailbox with a sense of loss, and suddenly noticed an envelope corner showing on the opening of the mailbox next to him, the one marked with his door number. The young man took the letter out, it was handwritten and his handwriting was familiar, with the usual graceful style of a girl writing. The letter began briefly, saying only that she was going away on a trip, not saying where, only that it would probably be a long time before she returned. Then there was a long apology and the girl's explanation: "I'm sorry for hiding something so important from you at the beginning, but I'm sure that I won't follow the wrong person simply because you took a wrong heart. I know my own heart, the love inside is true or false, I will not be mistaken, because only true love can make that crack in my heart heal again, so that it once again knows what it means to be complete ......" Here the letter paper is a little wrinkled, some words and traces of wet staining, like the person who wrote the letter knocked over the glass of water next to him and let the water soak through. The young man sighed and touched the crumpled area on the letterhead. A familiar sensation hit him. It was the same strange sensation he had felt when he had put the wrong heart into his chest, and a warmth spread throughout his body, though only for a brief moment. In a trance, he even saw the scene when the girl wrote the letter while she was in tears, the tears dripping on the letterhead and blurring the writing. Then the scene shifted to the scene when she lost her lover for the first time: before throwing the cold heart away, the girl held it in her arms for the last time, with the same tears flowing into her empty heart. But these tears represent not sadness or resentment, each tear is condensed from the warmth and joy that once existed, they should have ridden on the heat of the lovers' mutual hearts, transformed into wind, blowing freely between the lovers, but now they are made heavy by indifference and can only turn into tears, falling hopelessly. Then they seeped into that dry, empty shell and disappeared without a trace. But in fact they are still there, just waiting for a person, a person who can really read the girl's tears, and then use the warmth to let them wake up.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Lost Hearts Collection Service 5
After all, these love can only be perceived by the person he loves, and in the eyes of those who have nothing to do with it, it simply does not exist. It is said that a long time ago, in the days when people used to use their hearts when they interacted with each other, people put a lot of value on love then, but that is no longer the case now. The young man stood still as the sun set beyond the horizon and the shadows came up and swallowed most of his body, leaving only a little broken light leaking from his eyes covered by his hands. He chuckled softly. It turned out that everything was fake, an illusion, starting with a misunderstanding and ending with a joke. It's like pulling money out of your own wallet to buy a jar of sweet honey, and now that the honey is finished, the owner comes to the door and says this wallet is the wrong one for you, that sweetness shouldn't be yours, and takes back both the wallet and the newly loaded money. "I'm sorry ......" the girl hung her head and took the initiative to take the young man's hand. The heart of his hand is cold. Because the heart that provided warmth and love was gone, now he was back to being a man who had lost his heart. "I'm sorry." He said the same thing and drew his hand back. Several question marks were playing in his head, was it because the wrong heart had given the wrong instructions that made him like the other person, or was it because he had the wrong heart that he also had the qualities that could make the other person like him? This love affair, is not from the beginning is pure fiction, no foundation? I'm afraid these questions also exist in the girl's head, but now they are no longer necessary to find the answer, even ask the question is superfluous. The young man's heart and love are gone, and probably some more blows related to anger, doubt and disappointment, really can no longer sustain a passionate relationship. The girl did not say anything more, the wooden look on the other's face said it all. When she broke her heart and decided never to love anyone again, the expression in the mirror was so similar to the one he had now. She came over, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him lightly on the cheek: "Take care, goodbye." The young man and the girl did not see each other again for some time after that, even though they still lived next door to the same apartment building, but all those coincidental encounters in the elevator room, in the cafe downstairs and when they went out to throw out the garbage disappeared strangely. For the second time, the young people return to a life without heart. Going to work, leaving work, partying, playing sports, seeing relatives and friends, and dealing with colleagues and clients. He thought that the loss of the heart would have no effect, just as it did the first time he lost it. But this is not the case. As long as love has been here before, it will always leave its mark. Over the next few days, at many unpredictable moments, sometimes when he was alone in the dead of night, sometimes when he was at a party, and sometimes when he was just sitting in his office completing a simple task, something, something that he thought had disappeared with the return of his heart, would pop up again without notice. The young man was surprised to find that even without the heart, that feeling of love was still remembered by the whole body. His fingers remembered the feel of touching her cheek, his nose remembered the smell of gently sniffing her long hair, and his eyes remembered the way her whole being glowed when she smiled. The heart full of love is no longer there, but the love that filled it has long overflowed, traveling down his veins all over his body, even breaking into the depths of his soul, sprouting and taking root wherever it flows, and then sprouting more love.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
