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Lost Heart Recruiting Office 4
The encounter at the Lost Hearts Collection Office made both the young man and the girl who accompanied him feel awkward, but the man had a smirking look on his face and spoke to the girl in a somewhat unkind tone: "Oh, so you really love me so much that a random double who took my heart wrong can make up for it." The girl was silent, her expression floating with sulking. Suddenly there was a shout around, it was the young man who swung his fist and knocked his opponent to the ground. By the time all the chaos was over, only the young man and the girl were left walking back on the road, the sunset light had little life in it, sinking down on the two, dragging the shadows a little dull. The two are still walking side by side, but as soon as their fingers inadvertently touch each other, they each quickly move away. They did not hold hands again. After a long silence, it was the girl who spoke first about the reason why the heart had been sent to the Lost Hearts. Even though it was the deepest betrayal, she was still in love with the man, sadly asking him not to leave, and mentioning the vow they made back then: "To give each other a heart full of love." But the man still left, and before he left, he threw down his heart and said to her, if you want it, just take it. The heart's love has long leaked clean, leaving only an echoing empty shell. The girl looked at the man's departing back, so cold, so desperate. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. After all, a soft heart cannot withstand tossing and turning, and a heart that has been completely cold is not broken no matter what. "I didn't want to keep a heart so cold that it was painful just to see it, so I simply threw it out." The girl explained, "When I calmed down I didn't feel good about that and tried to go to the Lost Heart Collection to get it back, but ......" "But it was already wrongly claimed by me." The young man stopped in his tracks and interrupted her. "You obviously know this heart." Yes, she knew it, recognized it from the first time she touched the burning heart on the rooftop. So she had been wrong, hesitated, and even felt the sourness for this ridiculous mistake. But she also felt the warmth of that heart, the love she craved and wanted to respond to. Even if these loves originated from a heart that she had hated and discarded, and even the initial good feeling and familiarity of the new owner of this heart was most likely due to the echoes of the past left in that heart, she was sure that this sincere young man in front of her was the one she wanted to love again. So she chose to conceal the truth and let the mistake fester all the way until it became what it is today. When it came down to it, no matter how reluctant the young man was, the heart that had taken the wrong heart was finally forcibly taken back by the Lost Hearts Recruiting Office and given back to the man who didn't even need it. "Rules are rules." The staff at the Lost Hearts Collection Office had an indifferent look on their face, "You have no right to take possession of someone else's property and must return it." To return the heart meant that the love he had packed in his heart would be taken away along with it. This sounds unreasonable, but according to the rules, the heart is the actual property, even if it is originally empty. As for the love that is filled with the heart, nothing counts.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Lost Heart Recruiting Office 3
"The girl looked up at the starry sky, her gaze shining with sadness, "but when I meet a very nice boy again, love still comes out of my heart and then slowly flows away through the cracks again, I know the problem is in trouble." The breeze of the summer night blew through, lifting the girl's long hair, and the young man just looked quietly at her side, saying nothing. "If I can't store that much love in my heart, or if my heart needs more love than ordinary people can fill ......" The girl turned her head and looked straight at the young man, "... ...then am I still qualified to love people again? Wouldn't it be too unfair for the person who gave me more love?" The young man suddenly laughed, very quietly, but in a laugh. The girl looked at him in disbelief. I don't know where the courage came from to let the young man take the girl's hand and press it to his left chest. Inside a very heavy heart, is beating vibrantly, the burning temperature even through the chest is still guided into the girl's hand, and along the palm of the hand all the way forward, straight to the girl's heart, like a small flame ignited, the heat expanded throughout the heart, after a while before dissipating. "To tell you a secret, my heart is so full of love that it is overflowing, and is worried about not knowing what to do." The young man was joking look, although his voice was clearly nervous and trembling, but he still pressed the other hand, "If you happen to have an empty heart, can ...... help me share a little?" The girl looked at him for a long time, her gaze had consternation, hesitation, and even an inexplicable sourness, but eventually they all turned into a smile that spread across her entire face and into a phrase: "Good." A number of shooting stars happened to pass through the dark blue sky in the distance, as if to bear witness to the new beginning of the relationship. The two of them did a lot of things together, taking the subway, going shopping, going to the movies, or doing nothing but sitting on the rooftop with their shoulders leaning together. No matter what time of day, two people's hands are always holding, fingers interlocked, palms against each other. So that no matter who the heart of love overflowing out, the other side can feel the warmth of that direct to the heart. Although most of the time, love is overflowing from the hearts of young people. Watching their own heart can not be as complete as the heart of the lover, the narrow crack will always miss some love, and then mixed with some doubt and timidity, the girl felt guilty, will frown and apologize: "I'm sorry, I ......" " It's okay, it's okay, falling in love is not a math problem, why do you have to be so clear." The young man preemptively said, embracing the girl in his arms and hugging her tightly, "Moreover, love is not counted separately, it is counted as two people's love added together. If you need more love to fill up your heart, then feel free to take it from me, don't be polite." The girl choked out a sob and also reached out to hug him tightly. The two hearts beat fiercely in their respective masters' chests, emanating a constant stream of sweetness. They were supposed to live happily ever after like this. It would have been. If it wasn't for a phone call from the Lost Hearts Registry, the young man wouldn't have known that he had taken the wrong heart in the first place. The more ironic thing is that the heart beating in the young man's chest at the moment, the real owner is the girl's former lover, the man who left after the betrayal.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Fairy tree edge 2
Everyone only praised the young lady's intelligence and good learning, but did not know that she was quietly teaching the little tree demon to read and learn words. The little tree demon can not leave their own body, trapped in this small courtyard, do not know how the earthly world outside the courtyard when. "I don't know, I'm never allowed to leave the courtyard." She turned the pages of the book in her hand and said to him seriously, "But A Zhang, I heard the teacher say that if you can read and write, you do not have to go out of this courtyard, you can also know what the world is like." The little tree demon nodded in agreement, and there seemed to be warmth surging in his heart. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public. *** After a few more years, the low tree's body size gradually exceeded the wall, growing like a blue cloud, branches and leaves, the tree demon has also changed into a shy and innocent teenager look. As for the previous girl also grew into a young girl, gradually have some of the quiet of a lady, originally fat round face thin into a goose egg tip, with almond eyes and cherry lips, vaguely a beauty embryo. The young man will sometimes leap on the high canopy, look outside the walls of the city look, and then will see the pillow river home, water port small bridge one by one to tell the girl, although he can see and tell the scene is not too far away from the walls, the girl still listened enthusiastically, often smile between the eyebrows is full of joy. This time the tree demon teenagers often do not dare to look straight at her. Because a pair of her bright eyes, the heart will be inexplicably throbbing, difficult to quell. Later, the girl and more through some sense of proportion, know that the tree demon boy and mortals are different, it is not good to let others notice his presence, they must act more restrained and careful than in the past. But in fact, she does not have to deliberately avoid anything, as she grew older, she gradually lost the ability to touch the boy, and sometimes even the other side of the voice is not clear. They can't be as close as when they were young, the girl can no longer teach the boy to read and read poetry, the boy can't say how to listen to the girl outside the walls. But at least, they can still see each other. The servants in this courtyard all know that the lady of the house has always loved this camphor, often sitting under the tree to embroider and play the qin, cool rest. For countless summer evenings, the heat was not yet gone, but as long as a young lady sat under the tree, the canopy would cast a refreshing shade with the unique fragrance of the camphor. The young lady tilted her head and met the eyes of the tree demon boy sitting on the tree canopy. The two smiled together, warm and tacit understanding. *** If possible, the tree demon boy only wish this peaceful years can stay here, just like he as a tree, growing in the courtyard, from then on will not move to other places. Unfortunately, mortals and trees are different, they always come and go, can not stay somewhere forever. In a flash, the young girl grew into a big girl, to the age of marriage, the family booked her a stable marriage, marriage matters began to plan up, soon to send her out of court. This is the helpless fate of women in ancient times, no one can resist. The girl did not know the groom who was engaged to her, but she could not object to this, and no one cared whether she wanted to marry or not. And according to custom, the courtyard of the camphor tree, should be felled into a box to store the dowry, accompanied by her to the husband's home. The tree demon's roots are weak, and if it loses the body to which it can cling, it will be destroyed in form and spirit.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Kitten's dream
Once upon a time, there was a cute little cat who was wandering around the city with his mother, and was always bullied by other stray cats. Once the mother and son passed by the window of a house, and through the glass window, the kitten saw the TV in the house showing the image of a big tiger catching its prey, and it was envious of the majestic appearance. When he looked at his own reflection on the glass window, although he was very small, he had similar tiger stripes and size to the tiger on TV. The kitten got excited and meowed loudly to his mother: "My dream is to be a big tiger when I grow up! Then no one will dare to bully us anymore! The mother cat smiled and said yes, brought the half fish she had just found to the kitten and told it to eat well. You have to eat a little bit more to grow up to be a big tiger. That's what the mother cat said. From then on, the kitten ate every meal and tried to follow its mother to learn how to observe, lurk, jump and catch prey. Because the cat mother said that these are also the skills of the big tiger, and must learn them well. Although the kitten learns hard, sometimes it can't help but feel so hard that it falls down on the grass and meows. He says, "Mom, it's so hard to be a big tiger. His mother licked his head tenderly and said, "But if it is too easy to realize your dream, then it is not a dream anymore. The kitten believed his mother's words, so he gathered his energy and practiced the skills she taught him even harder. The mother cat always watched with a smile on her face and gave her encouragement: "Come on, my little tiger. Gradually, the kitten grew up and did not have to stay with its mother every day from morning to night. Sometimes the mother went out for food and the kitten stayed in a small park in an old neighborhood and continued to practice how to hunt like a big tiger. One evening, someone came to walk in the park with their big dog, who saw the kitty practicing alone in the grass and asked him what he was doing. I was practicing how to be a big tiger. The kitty tilted its head and answered seriously and proudly. The big dog couldn't help but laugh: Little fool, only the children of big tigers can become big tigers when they grow up, you are a cat, even if you grow up, you are still a cat, how can you become a tiger? The little cat was surprised. The mother cat had never said such a thing to her. It turned out that the world was not what it thought it was. When the mother cat came back with food, she saw the kitten sitting in the grass with its ears hanging down and a sullen look, so she went over and asked it what was wrong. When the kitten looked up, it was furious and mewed loudly at the mother: "Mom, why did you lie to me? You are not a tiger yourself, and what you taught me is not something only a tiger can do! The mother cat was silent for a while before replying: Sorry, son, mommy lied to you, but mommy didn't mean to do it, she just saw you so happy because you had such a dream and couldn't bear to let you down. But the angry kitten couldn't listen to her and ran away, ignoring her mother's anxious shouting behind her. The mother cat couldn't catch up with her. After all, the kitten was young, while the mother herself was getting old. The kitten then began to wander alone, and it was only then that it realized that life without the shelter of its mother was even more difficult than it had thought, and that it had to do its best just to survive. It has been wounded, has escaped, has had days when it could not find food and was so hungry that it fainted, and has also had late at night in a thunderstorm, helplessly hiding under the eaves of a house that would leak, shivering in the cold wind. At that moment, the kitten suddenly remembered that she had experienced similar heavy rain before, when she was snuggled up with her mother cat, and although the wind was cold, it was always better to share the warmth with her mother cat. The kitten began to regret and felt guilty. Although Mama Cat was just an ordinary cat, not a big tiger, the way she cared for and taught herself when she took her wanderings in this city was a hundred times better looking and more powerful than a big tiger. Mommy, I'm sorry. The kitty buried its face in its paws. I miss you so much, where are you? But the city is so big, where is the mother cat? The kitten didn't know and didn't find out. He could only practice the skills his mother had taught him over and over again, using them as his livelihood, catching prey, hiding from enemies, and fighting against the hardships of life. Day by day, the once small cat has finally grown into a big adult cat. This big cat, with its athletic body, beautiful pattern, and the other stray cats are intimidated by the fighting skills. It became the lord of an old neighborhood, and all stray cats would show respect to it. From time to time, it also came to patrol its territory on sunny afternoons, walking not on the ground, but jumping between the roofs of successive old houses. Even if some of the roofs are far away from each other, it doesn't matter, the big cat will jump in style, stretching its graceful body in the air and then landing lightly on another piece of roof. Just like the mother cat did back then. And at some moment when she was up in the air, the big cat heard a human girl exclaiming to her friend: "Look at that cat, he's as handsome as a tiger cub! For some reason, the big cat, who had suffered a lot from life and had always been tough, suddenly wanted to cry a little. Perhaps it was because at that moment, his mother's kind smile appeared in front of his eyes, and the words of encouragement: "Go for it, my little tiger.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Lost Heart Collection Service
But the young man who had lost his heart thought about it and went to the lost and found. It is said that all found hearts will be sent here for the owner to claim. The staff at the collection office first asked the young man to fill out a registration form, in which he had to write clearly what characteristics of his lost heart and what was inside. The young man scribbled a little and couldn't write any more. Because it was just a very ordinary heart, the heart is still empty, there is nothing. The staff took away the form without expression, a situation they have seen too often, and only told the young man that if there was any news, they would notify the owner. The young man politely said goodbye and went back to his old life. He went to work, left work, partied, played sports, met relatives and friends, and also dealt with colleagues and clients. The loss of the heart really did not affect anything, and it is said that long ago people and human interaction is needed to use the heart, but now it is long gone. When a period of time passed, the young man almost forgot that he had lost his heart, the Lost and Found called and said that someone had found a heart and sent it to them, and after verification it was found to be the heart that the young man had lost. The young man rushed to the lost and found office, just in time for the other side to close, and hurriedly filled out the claim form, from the hands of impatient staff to get the heart back. It was a cold winter, the wind even mixed with a little snow, but the heart in the bag is still warm, the young man stood at the closed door of the Lost and Found, holding the bag in his hands, warm, like holding a freshly baked sweet potato. This made the young man a little confused, he did not remember his heart had such a temperature, but opened the bag to see that it was indeed a very ordinary heart, and his lost one looked similar. The heart was also empty, there was nothing in it. The young man didn't think any more about it and put the heart back into his chest with his hand. A strange warmth spread throughout his body, although only for a short moment, the young man still clearly remembered the feeling, and at the same time some bewilderment: lost and found heart, so it will make people feel so good? Unfortunately, that feeling was fleeting, and the young man did not care, only as if he was happy to find a lost object. Although it was just a piece of nothing. When the young man was about to leave, he met up with a girl who came in a hurry and took two steps back and apologized twice. The young man looked at the girl in front of him, with long soft hair spread over her shoulders, a gentle voice apologizing to him, and a reassuring air of kindness. These are all very good, but the first thing the young man noticed was the faint despondency between the other's brows, déjà vu. He couldn't figure out where this inexplicable familiarity came from, but familiarity is always a source of budding good feelings, and this good feeling caused him to also tell the girl with kindness that the Lost Hearts Recruiting Office had just passed its opening hours and would have to come back tomorrow. "Thanks, but no thanks." The girl shook her head with a complicated look on her face, "I didn't lose anything important." The young man looked at the girl turned to leave the figure, suddenly felt the heart temperature in the chest rose a little more, slightly launched hot. This is the scene when the two first met, not as old, no love, there are only two strangers who do not know each other's names rubbing shoulders.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Sleeping Witch 2
At the moment, she looked at the knight with an expression as if to ask: "Who are you looking for?" "Uh ......" the ever talkative knight suddenly ran out of words, "...... I'm here to find the cursed girl." "I am." The other party's short sentence directly on the knight produced a petrifying effect. Hey hey, this is not the same as the promised. Why not a princess but a witch? Why is it still a calm and low-key scholar-like? Where is the big villain that needs to be defeated? And what is the evil curse? Who will explain what has gone wrong here? Countless question marks whistled from the knight's mind, but he still tried his best to stay calm and grabbed the point: "Say, you ...... shouldn't you still be asleep?" "I've been sleeping for ten years." The witch shrugged blandly, "The curse lifted naturally woke up." The knight laughed dryly twice, and his brain was crowded with a hundred thousand reasons. Probably see through his confusion, the witch did take the initiative to do some explanation, but not with words, but knocked on the magic mirror hanging on the wall, so that it directly display the picture of the past events. The following is the true history of what the knight saw in the magic mirror: A long time ago, there was a black witch with boundless power in the world, who boasted of being the highest academic witch in the entire witch world, occupying the core pages of the major journals in the witch academic world with her superb magic power and appalling research ability, and the impact factor of the papers she published every year was a big jump from other wizards. The Black Witch felt proud of this. However, the magic mirror told her a terrible prophecy that the boy of her soon-to-be-born son and daughter was just a mediocre and super handsome boy, while the daughter was a rare witchcraft genius. Someday in the future, the girl will conquer an academic problem that even the Black Witch cannot conquer, publish a world-renowned heavyweight paper, and surpass the Black Witch in academic influence. This is confident to almost arrogant black witch can not stand, she decided to curse her daughter ...... "Wait." Listen to the half-understood knight than a pause gesture, "the real mother curse their own daughter? According to the plot setting of our fairy tale world, the Black Witch should not be your stepmother only?" "Legends always spread falsehoods." The young witch shook her head in disbelief, "She is indeed my real mother." The knight, whose outlook had been shaken to the core, signaled to continue. After all, it is a biological, black witch does not want to poison their own daughter, but also not willing to give up this academic big brother NO.1 status. She meditated for a long time and came up with an incomparably witty curse patch: the curse will only take effect when her daughter's research ability exceeds hers, and her daughter will fall into a coma as a result and will not stay in the academic world to compete with her head-on ...... This curse shocked the sword in the knight's hand to the ground. "It's ridiculous." He was indignant at the curse the witch had suffered, "Did your father not raise any objections to this?" The witch did not answer, but only reached out and pointed to a corner of the magic mirror image. The knight looked in the direction she pointed, and there was a male character hidden in that corner, and a closer look - one had to look very closely, because the space he took up was so small - would reveal that the man with the crown on his head held up a "I am her father" sign.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The boy who picked up the meteor 2
Luckily, the teenager stayed in the mountain for a long time, familiar with the mountain environment, led the girl into a cave, raised a campfire, barely able to bake a frozen hands and feet. No wonder no one is willing to come to the mountains to pick up meteors, such suffering who can not eat. The young girl shivered and lamented towards the teenager. How did you manage to last so long? Because the city is as cold as the mountains. The young man replied in a somewhat hesitant tone, but also frank. Not the more people in the place, the warmer it is. The young girl was stunned, perhaps remembering the tumultuous affairs that took place in her mother's ward during these days, and after a while, she nodded: You are right. No one said anything else for a while, both of them were lost in the campfire, only the firewood was burning and snapping. It was only when the teenager sitting against the cave entrance was urged to sneeze by the cold wind coming in from outside that the girl came back to her senses and gestured to the teenager to come closer to her. Teenagers still do not know why, the girl has untied the long scarf around her neck, half to the teenager's neck set. The teenager seems to be stunned, dumbfounded by the girl with the scarf at the same time around the two, his shoulders and her close together. This way it will not be so cold. The young girl said softly, there is an imperceptible shiver in the tone of voice. The young man tilted his head shamefully, his hands were so nervous that he didn't know where to put them, and his face was slightly burned by the campfire. The winter is coming to an end, the snow on the mountain also began to thaw, but the mood of the teenager did not follow the warm weather together with the light up. The young girl no longer comes every night, but only once every many days, the smile on her face is less and less, and finally has almost disappeared. Without asking, the teenager knew that her mother's condition was not good. But he could do nothing but repeat, hand in hand, as the young girl shed tears of worry in front of her, that the meteor would come soon, really ...... Then the meteor did come. In a clear weather late at night, a meteor pierced the night sky, after flashing, disappeared somewhere on top of the mountain. The young man and the young girl stood up at the same time, the young man pointed to the direction of the disappearance of the meteor to the young girl said: you go there to find it, I go elsewhere to find. But ...... young girl but hesitated. You do not go over with me to find? Ha ha, who said the meteor must fall over there it. The teenager backed up pretending to be relaxed. I heard that they are very stupid, no sense of direction, always fall in strange places. The young man turned around and ran in the opposite direction, and kept running and running, and stopped only when he reached a place where the girl could not see. Just give her precious wishes like this ...... teenager scratched his head and sighed in relief. I don't have any special wishes anyway. As a result, something suddenly hit the teenager's head. It hurts. The teenager frowned and looked down, saw a meteor fall near his feet, a flash of light, emitting a dazzling light. The teenager who picked up the shooting star had mixed feelings. Legend has it that only the first person to find a shooting star can use it to make a wish, and can only make a wish directly related to their own, forwarding it to others is useless. Looking at the glowing shooting star in his hand, the wish that had obviously been abandoned came to mind again, and the boy suddenly realized that he was not so selfless and free, in the end there are still many things that he wanted. So what is the thing you want most, what is it? The teenager was torn for a long time, and finally held the shooting star in his hand, closed his eyes, thinking about what he wanted most, and made a wish. *** Many days after the night the shooting star came, the girl did not come back to the mountain, the cold mountain top, and only the teenager left alone. But he did not seem to be waiting for the shooting star, many times, just stare at the clear starry sky froze. Obviously the same as before. The teenager covered his chest, where there was an inexplicable hollowness. But it was actually different. Where exactly is the same? A familiar voice came from behind the teenager. I have to be there to be the same! The teenager turned around and saw the young girl standing a few steps away with a slight anger, a little weak: Is your mother's illness over? Yes, before I was busy welcoming her home from the hospital. The young girl replied. The doctors say it's a miracle. That means the shooting star you picked up can really grant wishes, that legend is true. The teenager rushed to say. Congratulations. Young girl but full of doubt: that night I picked up a shooting star, it seems to be the second one that fell behind. Is it? Ha ha ...... teenager laughed dryly twice. You must be mistaken, how can two meteors fall in a row in one day? If someone uses the first meteor to wish for a second meteor to fall from the sky, then it is possible. The young girl pouted and stared at the teenager, looked at the teenager's heart hair, want to turn around and run. Forget it. Young girl suddenly no longer pursue, simply sat next to the teenager. You can continue to wait for the next shooting star with me? The young man was surprised: What else do you wish? Want a boyfriend. The young girl buried her head, the voice muffled. Better ...... like this fool in front of me. The teenager blinked. A breeze blew over the top of the mountain, no longer the harshness of the winter night, but with the warmth of the spring night. The young man spoke cautiously: In fact, this wish, without the meteor can also be achieved. The young girl did not speak, but the head raised, she quietly looked at the teenager, eyebrows all happy smile. The young man also looked at each other, just feel the whole chest is filled by the girl's smile, and sweet and warm. The shooting star can really help people to achieve their wishes. Such a smile, is what he wants most ah.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The boy who picked up a shooting star 2
Will all the wishes made on a shooting star come true? Not really. You have to pick up the meteor that falls on the ground and hold it in your hand to make a wish before the wish can really come true. So where to pick up the shooting stars? It so happens that there is such a place, on the top of that high mountain, legend has it that every once in a while a shooting star will fall there, waiting for people with a wish to find. But the mountain is always blowing cold wind, freezing people can not stand, sometimes even a continuous wait for many days even a meteor can not wait, and tedious and lonely, which is in the lively city stay happy, so really believe in this unreliable legend, willing to go to the mountain to pick up the meteor not many people. Only a teenager, unwilling to stay in the lively and warm city, would like to come to the cold mountain every night and wait. Waiting for a meteor that does not know when it will fall. Meteor did not wait, but first came a young girl, also want to pick up the meteor. The young man looked at her with some caution, after all, is a competitor, he is not so generous and selfless. But the girl took the initiative to bring her own hot cocoa to the young man's nose was red with cold, and asked curiously: If you pick up a shooting star, what wish do you want to achieve? The teenager drank the girl's hot cocoa, but also embarrassed to ignore the face, can only answer: not yet thought. This is the truth, the teenager in fact, there is no wish that must be fulfilled, come to the mountains to pick up a shooting star, rather than to achieve the wish, rather than find an excuse to let yourself feel at ease and stay alone. I'll think about it after I pick it up. The young man touched his nose sarcastically. Probably will want to make yourself rich or become a great hero or something ...... really good. The young girl smiled, her eyes shining like the stars twinkling in the sky. It is a very happy wish ah. The young man suddenly blushed and looked away uncomfortably: What about you? What is your wish? The smile on the young girl's face disappeared: My mother is sick ...... is even the best doctors in town can not help the serious illness, after all the methods have been tried, the girl can only put the last hope on this illusory legend. The young man also did not know what to say, just to the wind next to the rock shrink, indicating that the girl also leaned over some: you come to this side a little, there is a lot of wind. The rest of the night, the two were very close, silly look at the sky at the same time, by the way, chatting. And chatted quite happily. When it was light, the two said goodbye and went down the mountain in different directions, the boy could not help but ask: Will you come back tomorrow night? I'm sorry. The young girl nodded her head. Still coming. For some reason, the teenager's heart was vaguely looking forward to it. Although it is an additional competitor, but the company of two people, compared to the previous one waiting alone, more interesting, and less lonely and cold. In fact, even the teenager himself did not notice, this mountain top he came earlier and earlier every day. Just to meet the girl slightly surprised smile: Hey, so you are already here. The shooting star never waited, but the two have seen the full moon together, but also encountered a storm, and even one day in the middle of the night, the mountain began to snow. Flying snowflakes look beautiful, but also really frozen to death.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Sleeping Witch 3
The king was trying to squeeze into the center of the picture, trying to get himself a more prominent position in this story, but he soon gave up and spread his hands helplessly to the knight: "Even if you are the king, but if you marry a super powerful witch big brother as a wife, then in the matter of planning the future of the child, you also have little say. " The knight wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, the image in the mirror continued: The king was unable to change the black witch's decision, out of love for his daughter, he still decided to do something. So the king ordered the construction of this tower, the daughter who spent all day in the laboratory locked in. He hoped that this way to prevent his daughter from accessing the latest research results of the wizard world, his daughter's research level will not be enhanced, so she can naturally escape the curse ...... "Obviously this is not useful, in our fairy tale continent, repairing the tower to lock up his daughter such initiatives have not once succeeded in stopping the curse, really , not even once." Knight gradually get used to the outrageous development of the story to go, calmly spit out. "In fact, doing so usually only leads to the curse happening more quickly." "Yes, I inherited my mother's gift of being naturally interested in doing research, and that's something that can't be stopped by changing places." The witch nodded, "And, rather than being forced to stay here by my father, I was so happy with the research environment in the tower that I actively stayed home and didn't want to go out." Times have changed, and nowadays, as long as one knows basic witchcraft, one can still obtain knowledge from the Wizards' Union's information base even without leaving home. The tower is a quiet environment, so there are no silly social balls or boring academic meetings to attend, so it's perfect to save time and focus on research. So not only did this confinement not keep the girl away from academic research, but she became self-taught, and her professionalism was no less than that of the elite students of her age at the Sorcerer's Institute. The black witch knew about this through the crystal ball, and was so angry that she came to make trouble twice a day. But for some reason, every time, she ended up guiding her daughter to complete more advanced research. The black witch even left her daughter with her most powerful research tool, a silver magic mirror that can quickly retrieve all the papers of the wizard world. Hey, see no good research halfway or the existence of errors in the compulsive personality, so the Black Witch the villain so difficult to do. With this pair of odd parents pushing the envelope, the girl's research ability grew with each passing day, and she soon made her mark in the wizard world, publishing a number of high-quality papers. However, just as she began to research the most cutting-edge topics in the witch industry, the curse was triggered. The witch gazed into the magic mirror as she fell into a coma due to the curse and said thoughtfully, "It may be strange to say this, but the moment the curse took effect, I was actually relieved." Although she had always been intoxicated with research, she had to admit that the long period of intense research work was too unkind to her hairline. An obligatory ample rest so she no longer had to fret and sigh at her shiny, big head in the magic mirror every morning. The king was grief stricken over his daughter's fall into a coma, when a mysterious white witch appeared and told the king not to grieve too much, as long as he waited for his daughter's research progress to be surpassed by others as the years went by, she would naturally wake up.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Sleeping Witch 4
The king also, with the help of this white witch, set up a mist boundary around the tower to protect his daughter until the day she actually woke up ...... "This white witch ......" the corners of the knight's mouth A little twitch, "looks a lot like your mother." "It was her." The witch replied in a wave. The knight's mouth was open enough to shove a chicken leg in. "You do not know, in addition to my mother's love of research, in her spare time also in many other fairy tales to play the villain and villain, she is very fond of playing multiple roles in the set." The witch indifferently inclined her head, "This looks more ...... dramatic." The knight could not help but roll his eyes. Perhaps it felt a long-lost pain of conscience, perhaps one person playing multiple roles to make the black witch white witch two sides in the internal fight, and perhaps the daughter of this genius but can not continue to engage in research feel sorry, in short, the black witch finally recognized the fault of the previous curse pro daughter, she decided to change themselves to make up for the fault. Then, she started to engage in research even more courageously. "Aha?" The knight listened to the jaw-dropping, his brain has completely down. "What kind of outrageous story is this heading for?" "The curse is so powerful that my mother couldn't break it herself." The witch explained, "The only way to lift the curse would be for someone to take over the subject I had previously researched halfway through and publish the results of the paper as soon as possible." The shorter this time is, the sooner the sleeping witch can also wake up. But her field of research was so cutting-edge that even academic gurus like her mother took a full decade of time to finally finish the research and publish the paper. The first author signed the name of his daughter. "It still sounds like a good ending ......," the knight lamented, quickly perceiving a major hole in the whole story. "So, Sleeping Beauty doesn't even need a kiss from the brave to wake up?" The witch nodded: "It's just a matter of time, when my mom gets her thesis done, I will naturally wake up." In the end, this is actually a bloody academic dispute, but the general public is not interested in this kind of cold subject matter, more willing to give the story on the "cursed Sleeping Beauty was awakened by a true love's kiss" this classic template, the rumors will be spread to cover up the truth. And the consequences of the rumors are flying since the tower was repaired, there are waves of confused warriors rushed to make things happen, so that the witch was not yet in a deep sleep, explained a million times also useless, had to set up layers of barriers in the tower, the test failed to stop all the people. The knight who learned the truth was like suffering from a million arrows through the heart, was struck almost unstable, but he still tenaciously asked the last question: "Then the black witch who cursed you does not need to be defeated by me?" "Where my mother would be stupid enough to sit here and wait for you to fight." The witch delivered a fatal blow without mercy. "And her battle power far exceeds yours, it is still uncertain who defeated whom." Before the words ended, the magic mirror quickly emerged from a female illusion dressed in black robes, adding to this answer: "Academic and acting moguls like me, with my own research team to lead, and so many fairy tales needing me to guest star, every day just to catch up with the scene is already busy, which has time to guard here to fight what rookie brave!
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Polar Bear's Trouble
Mr. Polar Bear has recently become fascinated with role-playing (COSPLAY). Not all out of interest, but because he and Miss Penguin love to talk for a long time, feel that the love between the two seem to have a little ...... no taste? The good morning kiss every morning, the dried fish at dinner every day, and the aurora borealis in the middle of the night together on the ice field, originally they are very good and good, but after repeating a hundred times, a thousand times, can still make people feel surprised? Miss Penguin's recent behavior of rushing out to work every morning, returning late at night, and falling asleep as soon as she returns, all seem to answer the question in Mr. Polar Bear's mind. "Ugh." The naive polar bear-san held a cup of lukewarm coffee and looked at his own worried face reflected on the surface of the coffee. I was a boring geek who worked from home, before I met Miss Penguin. While excusing himself, Mr. Polar Bear couldn't help but remember the advice given by his old friend Mr. Seal at the iced beer hall. "Girls like a boy who can give them a fresh look!" The chubby white Mr. Seal said confidently. "You see why I'm so popular? Because of my physical condition, I can play glutinous rice, but also can be a big dumpling!" Given that Mr. Polar Bear always trusts this old friend, he did not pursue the question of why Mr. Seal was a bachelor from beginning to end, but began to think seriously about how to give Miss Penguin a little more freshness. If I look different every day ...... so she will be happy, right? Mr. Polar Bear thought so. The first thing you need to do is to do it. The geeky Mr. Polar Bear ordered a full set of equipment online, reliable dolphin freight delivered the same day, so that night when Miss Penguin came home, saw a stranger sitting at home, oh no, strange bear. Not a bear covered in snow like a polar bear, but a bear with black eyes and limbs. "Uh ......" Miss Penguin tilted her head in confusion. "May I ask if you are ...... Mr. Panda?" Of course not. This is just Mr. Polar Bear cosplaying a panda. Miss Penguin, who knew the truth, covered her mouth and laughed, making Mr. Polar Bear happy as well. Sure enough. Mr. Polar Bear was inspired. This is the right thing to do. In the following days, every day when Miss Penguin came home from work, she would see Mr. Polar Bear dressed up as a variety of shapes, such as a fierce brown bear, a big black bear with bad eyes, and a circle of white hair around the eyes of the glasses bear and so on. Miss Penguin seems to like these shows. However, the variety of bears in this world is very limited, and it didn't take long for Mr. Polar Bear's COSPLAY career to come to a standstill, unable to come up with new ideas. Mr. Polar Bear was very sad. On Miss Penguin's birthday, Mr. Polar Bear made a desperate decision to play a sloth bear hanging from a tree at the birthday party. But the ice-carved branches couldn't hold his weight, and Mr. Polar Bear fell tragically to the ground in front of Miss Penguin and the other guests at the birthday party, which was a real mess. "That's too bad." Until the guests all said goodbye, Mr. Polar Bear was still sitting in the same place muttering in despair, not even bothering to rub his sore bottom. "I ruined her birthday party." Miss Penguin sat down close to Mr. Polar Bear and gently took his bear paw: "Honey, can you tell me what's going on lately? Why do you have to pretend to be someone else every day?" "I ......" Mr. Polar Bear just opened his mouth and felt tears rise to his eyes. "I'm sorry, I just want to surprise you with something every day." He wanted Miss Penguin to be happy and didn't want her to fall into the boredom of life because of her unchanging relationship with himself. Mr. Polar Bear, who looks tall and strong, actually has a soft and timid heart. "The real me is quite boring and uninteresting." Mr. Polar Bear two bear paws leaning together to fingers, "I want to pretend to be more interesting people and you together." Miss Penguin didn't say anything for a while, and Mr. Polar Bear looked at her nervously. When Miss Penguin looked up at Mr. Polar Bear, there was some reproach in her eyes, but also some comfort: "But the earliest thing I liked was the one that would have been you." Then Miss Penguin smiled and stretched out her wings to try to hug Mr. Polar Bear: "I like the Mr. Polar Bear who would stay with me to watch the Aurora Borealis, I like the Mr. Polar Bear who thought of leaving me every little dried fish to eat, and I also like the Mr. Polar Bear who would be shy when giving me a good morning kiss every morning." So, just be yourself and don't try to be someone else. "I don't like other bears." Miss Penguin felt warm against Mr. Polar Bear's soft tummy. "I only like our big silly bear." *** "So Miss Penguin hasn't been able to care about you lately because she's been so busy at work?" Mr. Seal lamented in the cold beer hall where the daily party was held. "Dude, is that true?" "Of course." Mr. Polar Bear took a lick of the frozen, solid beer puck. "She said it was a surprise for me to get enough of an end-of-year bonus to pay for a vacation." "Oh, well, have a good time." Mr. Seal looked at a giggling Mr. Polar Bear and decided to keep his mouth shut. He wasn't going to comment on this wonderful romance any further. After all, he was just a single dog who was about to be blindsided by this show of affection.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Sleeping Witch 5
Still want to fight me? Young man, you really think too much!" With that, the illusion disappeared again. The only people left in the room were the witch, who was used to it, and the knight, whose face was ashen. To be honest, the knight did not feel good. He had to climb from the bottom to the top of the tower, not only did so many rolls for nothing, but also had to face his friend the prince's ghostly look of laughing to the wall when he returned. No wonder those brave people in the past always vomit blood or mental breakdown in the tower. At the moment, the knight is also in the same embarrassing situation as they are, can not tell what kind of bullshit they are defeated by. Looking at the knight's embarrassed look, the witch's tone was full of guilt: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for putting you through all this ......" "No, no, no, you are also a victim of rumors, no need to apologize at all, it's just that our fairy tale continent This bad culture that likes to spread falsehoods really needs to be changed." The knight laughed bitterly, "but I can't figure out, other people listen to the rumors blindly into the tower is not enough, your brother knows the truth, why do you want to play such a big joke with me?" The witch frowned: "I do not know, perhaps the magic mirror can tell you the answer." Both of them looked at the magic mirror, which reflected the scene of the prince and the king eating dinner together, during which he cheerfully told the king: "Don't worry dad, the match I introduced to my sister is the most reliable one among all my friends, and it will definitely be the one my sister likes. And ah Dad, you see I have worked so hard, so stop urging me to go on a blind date, okay ......" The atmosphere in the room seems to have suddenly frozen. The knight stiffly turned his head to look at the witch: "Ahem, you don't mind if I go back and beat up your brother to the point where he can't take care of himself?" The witch looked a little subtle: "Yes, you can, just try not to hit the face? After all, I've always had a pretty good relationship with my brother." The knight restrained silence, silence, silence. The next second, he laughed out loud. "Forget it, since I've bothered to come up here, can I invite you out for a drink?" The witch's expression was surprised: "Aren't you angry? I thought you would be like those who entered the tower first, and find out the truth and then have to go on a rampage and smash things." "That would be unconscionable, and not my style." The smile on the knight's face widened, and he winked wryly. "Besides, why would I behave so rudely to an attractive lady like you?" This time it was the witch's turn to be silent. The knight saw the witch hesitate to reply, the smile on her face not recovered with confidence, inexplicably vain up: "I this proposal and your brother just said what can have nothing to do with ah, I just thought that if you are tired of engaging in research, may want to go out to relax, such as to sit in the tavern, we exchange the latest, uh, life insights, and ...... academic results?" Do not doubt that this is the knight's sincere words. The beautiful appearance is certainly attractive, but the witch's exceptional talent is also equally appreciated by him. For the knight, who had received his doctorate at the Knight Academy, there are few things in the world more pleasant than two intelligent souls communicating happily together. "Yes, I accept your invitation." It took a while before the witch spoke in response. "But before we go downstairs to the tavern, I think you should be rewarded first." "What reward?" The knight blushed in confusion and suddenly felt a gentle touch on the right side of his cheek. "You are the first person to pass all the exams in the tower to get to the top, and that is the prize." The witch took a few steps back and gave a meaningful smile. The knight flinched for a long time before touching his cheek as if in retrospect. A wonderful kiss. Well, of all the implausible legends, at least this is true.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
