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The City with No Name 2
What's more, even though the current taste of the dessert has been recognized by the residents of the city, the shopkeeper is still not satisfied with this, and every day after the store closes, he will also take out the thick baking tome from his bag and turn page after page until late at night. His craft is indeed getting better and better. So good that even some of the young people who had already left the city, determined to go out and make something of themselves, whenever they suffer and break their hearts, they will not be able to resist returning to this nameless city to eat a dessert made by the shopkeeper, to be soothed by the heart as if they can continue to hold on. The young people who set out again went out into the world and traveled further and further, bringing the fame of this store's desserts with them. In my hometown, there are the best desserts in the world. They said so to the people outside. When more people heard this, there were always people who could not resist their curiosity and decided to go to that nameless city to try the legendary dessert. This is a big news for the nameless city, which has never been out but never in. The residents of the city watched in amazement as more and more strangers came into town, asking them where the magical dessert store was. In fact, there is no need to poke around, just follow the long queue and you will always find it. Seeing so many people from outside come here to eat dessert, the residents of the city of nowhere have been silent mind slowly began to live up, since the dessert store business is so good, the desserts made always in short supply, then why do not we also follow the dessert store it? Some of them really did so, but unfortunately the taste of the dessert was very poor, far from the taste of the dessert made by the store manager. So everyone respectfully asked the store manager for the secret of making desserts. The store manager did not hide his secrets, and shared all the baking tips he had accumulated over the years, and sometimes took time out of his busy schedule to teach newcomers how to do it better. The dessert that I make alone cannot be for everyone to eat. The store manager said to the apprentices with a big smile. I hope you can also get better and better, and make good tasting desserts for more people to taste. After a period of time, some apprentices were really able to make decent desserts, and a new dessert store was opened next to the old store of the store manager. And from time to time, the shopkeeper also recommended to the people lining up in front of his store: you can try the stores next door, their taste is also quite good. Within a few years, the whole alley was filled with all kinds of dessert stores, and the sweet smell filled the alley, making it very lively and the reputation spread further and further. Even the city without a name has a name, a variety of nicknames related to desserts, although they are not official names, still only on people's lips, but compared to the previous situation of not even a verbal name, but is still too much progress. The city without a name seems to be about to change forever. The makers of the map have decided to mark the small town with an official name on the map, and the most popular of all the alternative names is to use the name of the store of that most famous dessert store, or simply the name of the shopkeeper himself to name the small town. This should be the most logical direction for the story to go. But not everyone recognizes such a direction of development, and some of them are still very much opposed to it.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The City with No Name1
Once upon a time there was a very insignificant small city, insignificant to what extent? Even the map does not have its name, a few miles out of town, no one can remember its existence. No way, it is too ordinary, there is no feature worth remembering. The inhabitants of the small town did not want this at first, but there is no way, they have no special skills, life is both poor and uninteresting, so that anyone who has some interest and skills have gone out and never come back. As for those who remain, and the city, because it is too ordinary and unexciting, gradually forgotten by the outside world. Over time, the inhabitants of the city itself also numbed, so ordinary life, efforts ah curious ah do not need to think about, anyway, we and the city, even the name is not equipped. This is a city without a name. Until a young traveler inadvertently passed by this small town. I do not know whether he misread the map instructions to go astray, or aimlessly wandering to this, in any case, he saw this nameless city, and then he decided to end his wanderings and stay here. The residents of the city thought he was crazy. The city had no name. The inhabitants scrambled to remind the traveler. Stay here long enough, even you will be forgotten by the world. The traveler smiled, thanked the people who reminded him, put down his bag, found a long-abandoned and dilapidated house deep in one of the alleys of the small town, and cleaned it up carefully. Not long after, there was a neat and fresh courtyard deep in the alley. The new owner of the courtyard, the resident traveler, opened the first dessert store in town here. The residents of the small town, who had lost their curiosity, were inexplicably excited and ran to peek outside the store. They saw rows of exquisitely shaped desserts in the window, fresh and lush plants and flowers in the garden outside the store, and in the center of those flowers and plants, there were also charmingly shaped tables and chairs, with empty seats as if waiting for customers to hurry. Come in and have a seat. The store manager stood at the entrance of the courtyard and greeted everyone warmly. I'll treat you to dessert. The residents of the small town looked at each other skeptically, but in the end, they could not resist the call of those tempting desserts and went into the small garden and sat down. Then they marveled at the taste of the dessert served by the store manager. It was so delicious. Everyone showed their long-lost happy faces. We had never had such a great dessert before. Maybe outside of the small town, there are many other places in the world, especially the big, bustling cities, where there are many skilled dessert makers who can make even more delicious and beautiful desserts, and the shopkeeper's skill is nothing compared to theirs. But in this small town without a name, for the residents who are used to the obscurity of everything, such a dessert is already a great surprise. The news soon spread throughout the town, and the dessert store became the liveliest place in town, with everyone willing to stand outside the store, waiting with anticipation for the store manager to bring out the freshly made desserts. As for the shopkeeper himself, he should also be very happy that people come to eat his desserts. Otherwise, he would not be willing to work from morning to night every day, tired back also sore, and will not set the price of the dessert are very low, but also give the dessert to the city's most disadvantaged children for free, almost in a loss-making business.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Fairy Tree Edge 8
She wanted to keep it. The girl is a determined girl, quickly take action, in a short period of time thought of a lot of ways, tried many ways, running around scouting, tired themselves almost off like, and even halfway through the unsuspecting people threatened to intimidate some. But she did not give in, always through a stubborn energy. "Zhang, don't worry." She leaned against the tree trunk, full of pride. "I will not allow them to destroy you like this without clarity." The tree fairy watched her departing figure with a complicated face, both happy and sad. Happy is, even if the time has passed almost a thousand years, all things have changed, through the cycle of reincarnation she is still the girl who wants to protect him, never change. Worried is worried about her fatigue and safety, but they can not show up to advise her not to insist. After all, he has ...... *** Although no one was optimistic at first, the girl with the high ponytail ended up with her own tough heart to do this, the old camphor tree did not have to be moved elsewhere, some of the people acting nasty were also punished. The day she learned the result, the girl rushed to the balsam fir tree to tell it the good news, but found that its canopy was low, the branches and leaves were decrepit and not as vibrant as in the past. The girl's heart was vaguely uneasy, and she habitually wanted to make a sound to ask about it, but there was a muffled thunder rolling in the air, and huge raindrops fell between the leaves. "Zhang, the rain is too heavy, I have to go first." The girl who didn't bring an umbrella was drenched by the pouring rain, but she still took one step and turned back, her heart inexplicably reluctant to leave, "I'll see you next time." It so happens that the tree canopy shakes and a green leaf falls on the girl's face and brushes tenderly, as if there is an invisible hand trying to caress her forehead hair, and as if someone is making a silent farewell. "Goodbye." Even knowing that the other party could not hear, the tree fairy still looked at the departing back and whispered. "I will always wait for you." Although his destiny has come to an end, he may not be able to wait any longer. *** Everything in this world has its own heavenly destiny life span, even he who has cultivated into a loose immortal is no exception. Tonight, he was born in this mundane world for a thousand years, but also as a spiritual creature the last time to experience the calamity. This calamity is called the calamity of the heavenly limit, the severity of which will be far better than any previous calamity. If he survives it, he will be able to transcend the ordinary and ascend to the immortal world, from then on he will become one of the immortals in the heavenly realm, no longer subject to the restrictions of this mundane world, with endless well-being and endless esteem. If you can not survive, then his fate will end here, even the next reincarnation can not enter. Although all this sounds tragic, may survive a thousand years to reach this step of the goblin ghosts, would have been few and far between, is considered a deep blessing. The tree fairy has been prepared for this, the face of this divergent path in front of their own, there are not too many waves in the heart. But the only worry, still accumulate into the chest of hidden pain, can not be discharged. Seeing the time is approaching midnight, the dome of the sky in the black clouds gathered more and more sunken, around the fall of rolling thunder is also a stronger than a, the tree immortal mind is more and more invention clarity, a glance at the end of the city, the top of the canopy, closed their eyes, openly subject to the robbery. But wait for a long time, the most extreme one thunder but slow to fall. The tree fairy opened his eyes in confusion, and was surprised to see two gods appeared in front of him, it is in charge of this calamity of the thunder gods and electric mother.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Puppet Girl
A young magician came to the royal palace. He does not change rabbits and birds from a tall hat, nor does he have the ability to cut a large living person into pieces and restore them. This magician only one trick, is to manipulate the puppet girl. Look, it is a beautiful puppet girl, long light gold hair, blue eyes, untouched expression, the most beautiful princess in the palace will be jealous. But she had no freedom, translucent silver threads nailed her every joint, every move was manipulated by the magician. He wants her to smile, she will be frowning; he wants her to cry, she will be like a flood of tears. She can sing, dance, and even perform a wonderful one-man show. As long as the magician fiddles with the silk threads and hooks his fingers, the puppet girl will respectfully obey orders and submit completely. The princes and nobles had never seen such a magical puppet show before, and were so satisfied that they gave the magician many rewards. At the end of each day's performance, the magician would put the treasures into his bag, and also put the puppet girl into a black lacquered wooden box padded with velvet and dried flower petals. The puppet girl lay in the sea of lifeless flowers, quietly, her eyes staring vacantly at her master, her red lips slightly open, as if she had something to say. So the magician said for her: you love me, and I love you. Then he kissed her gently on the lips, then covered the box, leaving her alone in the endless darkness: Good night, my puppet girl. Because this marvelous puppet show was so popular, the magician stayed at the palace day after day, and the puppet maiden, with her countless talents, was able to surprise the distinguished audience every day. Who wouldn't love her? She was so well-behaved and obedient, so moving. Whether it's her graceful body when dancing in the sunlight or her gentle expression when playing the harp in the moonlight, it's all mesmerizing. Almost everyone loved her as a real person. Until one evening, even the future heir of the kingdom, the noble prince could not hold back this love, broke into the magician's room, wanting the magician to sell the puppet girl to himself, from then on to enjoy this amazing beauty alone. The price he offered was the equivalent of the puppet girl's gold. The puppet girl just stood by, silent, while the magician thought about the shiny gold, there were traces of wavering in his eyes. After that the magician said he needed to think about it one more night and respectfully sent His Royal Highness away. He then let the puppet girl lie down into the wooden box, but did not immediately kiss her as he had done in the past. The magician simply sat beside her, staring at her with a complicated look in his eyes, until the sunset sank completely below the horizon and the infinite darkness flowed into the room through the window. The room was not lit, only the light in the puppet girl's turquoise blue eyes shone brightly, shining more brightly than the stars in the night sky. The magician could not help but reach out and tenderly stroke her hair and cheeks, resting his fingers on the corner of her lips, and said to himself with determination: "My dear, I want to offer you to the prince. This also proves that I really love you. As much as I love you as much as I love gold. After that, his lips covered hers, as softly and warmly as in the past countless kisses: Good night, my puppet girl. It was late at night, and the magician was asleep in his bed, when the lid of the black-lacquered wooden box at the other end of the room was opened, and a pale hand came out. The puppet girl stood up stiffly from the wooden box and took the first step with her bare feet. Every joint clicked, and the countless silver threads nailed to her body trailed by her ankles, swaying gently with the puppet girl's increasingly smooth steps, like a dying silver snake saying its last prayer. By the time the puppet girl stood at the magician's bedside, her movements were naturally the same as those of a normal person. She leaned down to gaze at the other's sleeping face, and after a long time, offered a sweet kiss: goodbye, my master. The magician felt himself being dragged in a daze, opened his eyes, he found himself being stuffed into a wooden box full of velvet and dried flower petals, the girl's golden hair dangling in front of him, and the long silver threads nailed to her body. Gold and silver intertwined, like a dream, soft and cold, moving and demonic. The magician was horrified and hurried to grab the silver threads that manipulated the puppet girl, but every time he grabbed one, the silver threads there broke away and fell down. The puppet girl just silently pick up the wooden box of dried flower petals, a handful of a handful to the magician's face. The fragrance of flowers is getting stronger and stronger, and the magician's struggle is getting weaker and weaker. He used his last strength to grab the last silver thread on the puppet girl's body, trying to use it as his lifeline, but desperately saw from the gap between the petals, the girl also grabbed the silver thread and pulled it out of his heart. Powerless to lend the magician sank, buried by the infinite influx of petals, until slowly drowning in the midst of this dry floral fragrance. The young girl quietly watched a petal by the magician's last exhale raised, and slowly fell back to the original, tears welled up in her eyes, full of blond hair in the teardrop before all faded into silver. She reached up and brushed away the dried flower petals that covered the young man's face, watching him sleep calmly with his eyes closed, running her fingers gently through his hair, cheeks, and the corners of his lips. Just as he had done to himself. Then the girl dried her tears and cut a strand of silver hair from her head, one by one, into the other's heart and joints, until the other's body was covered with silver threads, and the right to manipulate each silver thread was in her hands. The young woman flicked one of the silver strands, and the young man opened his eyes, his empty eyes gazing at himself. She moved up, her face almost close to his, her hand pressed against the heartless chest, and murmured: "Do you love me? I love you, always. Then the maiden smiled, holding all the silver threads in her hand, so pleasant, so proud. Then be my puppet for the rest of your life. With your everlasting love for me as a traction.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Broken Strings 2
The movement was as gentle as plucking the lightest notes on the strings of a lute. What he wanted most was to brush away a snowflake that had fallen in the hair of the princess. This is enough. *** After dawn, the team escorting the princess away from the wedding set off. The people gathered all the way around, so lively that the snow along the way are trampled melted. Everyone is excited to look and point out, that the bride's carriage is more elegant, accompanied by the dowry is more substantial. But no one saw that the princess was sitting alone in the carriage, holding a broken string in her arms. And farther and farther away from her, outside the palace gates, stood a luthier, holding a wooden box in his hands. The wooden box contains a small bundle of hair, black and shiny, even the most beautiful night sky can not compare. *** The young musician could not play any decent songs since then, not only the original aura in the music disappeared without a trace, dull and tedious to fall short, even the simplest tunes are repeatedly wrong, so people simply can not listen. The palace is never short of people eyeing his position, not long after, the qin master was expelled for the crime of dereliction of duty, the former glory is no longer, sadly returned home. The world has lamented that the qin master was young and ambitious, but prematurely ended up in the river, it is regrettable. However, the master did not care about these comments, but just closed his door and learned the art of building a zither alone. After all, even a good luthier is not a luthier, and it is absurd to learn from scratch. But the luthier really learned, how much suffering there should be, perhaps only the calluses on his hands know. Within a few years, the luthier became a world-famous luthier, and his quiet home became lively again, with a constant stream of people coming to buy and learn from him. One of his instruments was even taken into the treasury of the royal palace and sent to the capital of a neighboring country along with other treasures as a congratulatory gift to celebrate the cessation of the war between the two countries and the peace on the border. The next year, at the beginning of winter, a secret envoy came from the neighboring country and asked the luthier for a newly made lute. Without hesitation, he took out the best lute and gave it to the envoy. He told him that the queen of the neighboring country was worried about the friendship between the two countries, and the only way to relieve her homesickness was to play a tune on the lute from her homeland. *** Every few years after that, the secret envoy would come as scheduled, take a good lute from the luthier and give him a small wooden box in return as a thank you gift. The wooden box was opened and the object inside was always the same, a small bunch of hair. The only thing that changed was the color of the hair. From black and shiny, to mixed with silver, to white, to pure white as snow. The qin master has also aged, no longer the flamboyant gentleman, almost no one remembers that he was the world's most famous qin master when he was young. After all, in the past few decades, people only know that his skill in making the zither has become more and more exquisite, but no one has ever heard him play a complete tune. According to his disciples, occasionally on a snowy night, they would hear the sound of the zither coming from the zither master's room, but unfortunately it was always the string that broke before the song was finished. It should not ah. The people were puzzled. The old luthier's instruments were always flawless, and his string-making skills were even better. All kinds of rare materials could be made into the best strings in his hands, so how could they be broken at will? This is perhaps the will of God. Someone mentioned that the zither master was expelled from the palace. Back then, his fate with the zither sound was broken. *** The weather this winter is a bit strange, obviously colder than previous years, the snow that should come is late. The old luthier waited and waited, and waited until the old luthier was ready. The old luthier waited and waited, but in the end, all that came was a message. The Empress Dowager of the neighboring country had passed away. That night, the first snow of the year finally came, flying all over the sky, falling like jade shavings. The aged luthier sat alone in the snow-filled garden, holding a lute in his arms. This was the best and last zither he had ever made in his life. The body of the lyre was ancient and simple, while the strings carried a strange texture, black and shiny, flexible and shining slightly in the snowy night. No one could guess what material it was, but there was no need to guess, for no one else in the world had the ability to make strings of that material. It was a secret that belonged to the luthier alone, and it took him all his life to find out. When a piece of snow fell on the string, the luthier stretched out his hand and plucked his fingertips on the string, moving as gently as if he was gently brushing a snowflake away from a young girl's hair. In an instant, light notes flowed out from the strings, flowing in the clouds and flowing in the water, and the spirit did not diminish at all. The tears dripped from the eyes of the musician, hazy floating in front of the eyes, is still the black-haired girl standing in the snow, eyebrows and eyes are dyed with smiles. The snow never stopped, as if it would never stop again in this life. The musician sat in the snow and continued to play the zither, the sound of the zither with the snowflakes together with the scattering, the sound of mournful. The strings have not changed, the song is finally broken.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Fairy Tree Edge 9
Before experiencing that small calamity, he just guarded the ground honestly to be struck, no chance to see the thunder god and mother of lightning located in the upper world, this time should be the first time to see the two real body, but somehow, he has a kind of inexplicable sense of familiarity. The two immortals in the upper world were extremely polite to him, and the thunder god took out a spiritual pearl, saying that it was entrusted to him by a deceased person for safekeeping, asking him to return the pearl when the opportunity was right. The moment the tree immortal received it, the beads scattered into streams of light, into the limbs and bones, evoking a long-sealed memory to. More than a thousand years ago, the Moon Elder House, the pivot of the upper world in charge of human marriages, appointed two new chief immortals at the same time, a male immortal and a female immortal. According to the customary practice should not be so, the head of the Moon Elder House has always been only one, but the two upper immortals are profound cultivation, and previously both on this task do not give way to each other, the upper world is difficult to decide, so there is such a situation. After two people will jointly manage the Moon Elder House affairs, it is strange to say, obviously the two immortals had a good competition for this position, but after the main thing is to cooperate with each other, the results are very good. And days a long time, two people in mutual appreciation and help, but also gradually a few feelings to. Not all immortals in the upper world are not all love, if there is a destiny, to form a fairy couple is also common, such as this term of the thunder gods and lightning mother, is entrusted to the two moon old man house master matchmaker introduction, got a good marriage of fairy couple. It is reasonable to say that if the two principals want to tie the knot, there is nothing wrong. The bad thing is that at that time there is a venerable person in the upper world who wants to tie a relationship with another immortal who is practicing in the mortal world, so he asked the Moon Master to make a convenience to tie himself to the immortal who is in the human world. But the two masters have calculated that this fate is not a good fate, can not be forced, categorically refused the honored one, which led to the other party's anger, to make ruthless means, to the Moon Elder House down to the unwarranted crime. The two principals could not do anything about it, and the male principal wanted to take the blame alone, but the charge was so heavy that if he had to bear it alone, he would not only be removed from the immortal registry, but also his consciousness would be destroyed and he would have no chance to live. At the time of the crisis, it was the woman who stepped forward and shared most of the blame, so that he could be reincarnated. One of them was punished to leave the earthly path, and could only be a mindless grass; the other was punished to reincarnate in the mortal world, to suffer the pain of a thousand years of broken love, and not to be happy in the world. This is the entire record in that spiritual pearl. "So she ......" has recalled all the tree fairy voice trembling, "this one thousand years, she are ......" "Every life is not a good end, always big ups and downs, twists and turns, misery, not to mention a good marriage." Electric mother sighed. "The two of us can't bear to see her like this, but it's hard to disobey heaven's order, except to help you keep this spiritual pearl, also can't do anything more for you." "However, there is chaos in the heavenly dao, not all is fixed." Lei Gong took over. "Otherwise you wouldn't have sprung up out of thin air with spiritual awareness and cultivation, and she wouldn't have been able to meet you in round after round of reincarnation." Although this meeting is that short, the snap of a finger is scattered. The tree immortal was silent, and after a while suddenly frowned and spoke, "Counting up, she is still within the punishment period in this life." "You are right, we are in the sky, so we can see more thoroughly."
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The bunny who loves to stay in bed
It is winter and it is snowing heavily outside. It is winter and it is snowing heavily outside. The little rabbit who loves to stay in bed wraps himself in a warm blanket and does not want to come out. The little fox came to wake up the little rabbit: "The sun is coming up, it is time to get up." "No, I don't want to get up." The little rabbit hid his whole body in the soft blanket, and bulged up in the bed. "What reason do I have to get up when it's so comfortable under the covers and so cold outside?" The little fox sat down on the edge of the bed and poked the big bulge: "Because I brought you fresh carrots for breakfast, each bite is crunchy and sweet, is this reason enough to get you up?" The big bulge twisted and lifted a slit, revealing a pair of fuzzy rabbit ears and the bunny's muffled voice: "That's a good reason, but it's not enough to get me out of bed." The little fox wrapped his arms around the big bulge and whispered, "When we finish breakfast, we'll sit together in front of the roaring fireplace, open that new picture book, and I'll read all the stories in it to you." The little rabbit's head came out from under the covers and inclined his head to look at the little fox: "That's a good reason too, but I still can't let go of my little comforter." "Well ......" the little fox thought carefully and looked out the window, the snow had stopped and accumulated in a thick layer, everywhere was white. "When we finish reading the picture book, we can go outside and build a little snowman, use a carrot to make its nose and a round fruit kernel to make its eyes, it must be very nice." "Well, I'm a little bit moved now." The little rabbit's two paws also peeled out of the nest and stared seriously at the little fox, "But I still want a better reason." "And a better reason ......," the little fox got up from the bed, paced around with his hands behind his back, and then laughed, "We can also call our good friends, the little monkey and the little cat, and we can all squeeze snowballs and have snowball fights together. It'll be so much fun!" "Wow." The bunny couldn't help but sit up from his bed, his pretty eyes shining with anticipation, "That sounds like a great reason!" "Then get up." The little fox said and tried to go and get the little rabbit out of the blanket. But the little rabbit quickly went under the covers again and hid: "No, no, I still don't want to get up!" The little fox looked helplessly at the round ball in the bed again, no matter how to persuade, the little rabbit refused to come out, so the little fox could only walk towards the outside while saying, "Little rabbit, if you don't get up, I will have to eat breakfast alone, read picture books alone, and build little snowmen alone, I will feel very lonely." Before the words left his mouth, a little furry fellow suddenly popped out of the nest, jumped behind the little fox and hugged him tightly, refusing to let go. That was the little rabbit that finally willing to get up. "That's reason enough." The little rabbit rubbed its head against the little fox lively, smiling happily. "So I've decided to get up!"
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The curse of the snow demon1
Legend has it that a long time ago, the king of a distant land was cursed by a malicious snow demon, his heart was frozen and could only be stored in indifference, unable to resist the warmth of any feelings. Later this curse gradually infected the entire kingdom's people, so that everyone has a frozen heart, if anyone tries to use the heart made of ice to hold warm love, the heart will melt and dissolve, along with the owner of the heart will also die. This rumor has been circulating for a thousand years, the people of the kingdom are convinced of it, no one dares to joke with their lives, can only hide all the emotions with warmth, no cheerful laughter, no moving tears, indifferent human feelings such as the top of the mountain covered with ice and snow. Even the size of the city-state where people live, but also slowly eroded by the cold, becoming obscure and gloomy, cloudy all day long, rare clouds and clear weather. Over time, people gradually get used to such a numb life, no one wants to question, not to mention change. But there are always some people who are not used to it. There are so very few a small group of people, and I do not know what the reason is, they seem to be born immune to the curse, chest beating is still alive with the heart, they are not afraid to pay sincere feelings, more hope to harvest the hot response. Such people still have the ability to love. For example, the cheerful girl who goes to the florist on the corner of the street every day to buy flowers, she has a heart full of energy and hope, a smile on her face as dynamic as the sun after the snow, moving to shine. Some people will be afraid of her, afraid to accidentally dip into the hot air, melting their cold heart, can not save the poor little life. But there are also people who have lived in the cold for too long, they can't help but pay more attention to the warm things. For example, the shy young man who helped his father with the flower store, could not control his gaze and was always captivated by the smile of the young girl. Coincidentally, the girl also often hides behind the flower stand, secretly watching his gentle look and concentrated expression when tending to the flowers. One heart is hot, one heart is cold, should not have mutual affection, both of them know this. But, but, if a pure love can be put away with reason, then it will not be love. In the hesitation and hope of the two young people, this love like a flower vine grows vigorously, the distance between the two closer and closer, until one day, the young man was driven by an inexplicable courage, red face took the girl's hand. A warmth came from the palm of his hand, spread throughout his body, and also into the frozen heart. With his heart fluttering slightly in his chest, the young man frankly said his feelings, and then the girl responded with a surprise hug. But before the young couple could savor the taste of love, a pain in his chest struck the teenager first, causing him to stiffen and fall to the ground. The teenager fell into a coma and could not be awakened no matter how much the young girl called. "This is the curse of the snow demon taking effect." The others said one after another. "Because his frozen heart is starting to melt." According to the legend, there is no cure for such a symptom, only to let the heart of the sleeping person completely melt away until the chest is empty and the life is over. Faced with such a situation, the people next to him were afraid and grateful at the same time, afraid that this appalling legend was actually true, and grateful that they had never really loved anyone and were able to save their lives.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Fairy Tree 3
But he does not feel sad and afraid at the moment, thinking that if his own body is made into a dowry box, and can still accompany her in the future, then it is still good. But the girl did not want to do so, she went to beg the parents, said the family does not lack the two chests, this tree has grown up with her for many years, so felled really can not let go, why not leave it to continue to grow in the courtyard, after she got married, please parents when the tree is still like a daughter at home, accompanying parents around. After all, the parents were soft-hearted and allowed their daughter's request to keep the balsam fir tree. Before the wedding, the girl stood alone under the tree, reaching out to caress the trunk, looking forlorn. In fact, a year or two earlier, she had completely lost the voice of the young man, and more than a month ago, it is completely invisible to him. But she knew he was still there. "Zhang, I'm going to leave this courtyard and see for myself how the world is out there." She smiled bitterly. "Only you will be left here from now on, take care of yourself." All of a sudden the trees full of branches and leaves trembled slightly, and the fine shadows fell on the girl's face, shadows and shadows, gloomy and sultry. The girl's heart understood, untied a section of red rope tied in her hair, tiptoe tied it to the branches of the tree. "I don't know when we'll see each other again, maybe not until I go in my next life." She whispered. "Zhang, this red rope, take it as a mark for us to recognize each other in the future." After saying that, the girl buried her face, her hand covered the edge of her eyes, and there seemed to be a watery glint between her fingers. I saw the tree canopy shaking, a green leaf fell on the girl's face gentle brush, like an invisible hand trying to wipe away her tears, and like someone is making a silent promise. "I will wait for you." Even though he knew the other party could not hear, the tree demon boy still fought to shout. "Please do come back." I swear, I'm not going anywhere, just stay where I am and keep waiting for you. *** The next day, the girl holding a green leaf in her hand on the palanquin, and the tree demon boy leaped to the top of the camphor tree, silently watching the bridal party disappear at the end of the road. "I wish you a beautiful marriage in this life." The young man whispered, "also for me to see what the world farther away is really like." But the blessing did not come true, for the girl, the marriage and the world, are not complete. On the day of her marriage with the strange man, a group of enemies came to the door and killed all the hosts and guests present, including the bride who had not yet had time to remove the red head. The blood flowed all over the floor and clotted the bride's red wedding dress. The bad news soon spread back to the mother's family, and the whole courtyard wept and wailed and mourned. Even the tree stood in the courtyard of the balsam fir tree, is also instantly fallen full of leaves, the empty remaining bare trunk, showing a depressed dead silence. *** The next many years were muddled and chaotic for the tree demon boy. He can't remember how he survived those long and lonely years, only that when his own body sprouted again, consciousness also awake, the world has changed, and chaotic and dangerous, suffering. The original elegant courtyard has long been dilapidated and decayed, the people who lived here before have disappeared, and the walls have collapsed most of the time, the streets outside the walls are also dilapidated, there is no longer the old window and the moon bridge and the flower garden, but from time to time there are stragglers and hayseeds wandering around and staying, and when it is night, there are often sighs and laments.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Planetarium Novelist 3
I can't help it, the sky is the biggest reader, as a reader who also depends on you to pay subscription writers, I also have to cha rice well. But with the first one as a practice, the second one I wrote is obviously more mature and smooth. For example, the setting of the main group is much more detailed than before, more three-dimensional character image gives the story more room to play, I began to try many new subjects that I had not touched before. For example, farming, war, power, palace and so on, all can be arranged. The readers were happy to see such a fresh change, and they soon forgot about the revenge of the main character being destroyed in the first book and supported the new characters I wrote. After all, the human characters I have created are vivid and profound, and although they have been abused in the hundreds of thousands of years of serialization, they still managed to fight and upgrade all the way to the top, and at the same time always maintain their contradictory nature, sometimes dark and sometimes radiant, and their humanity and divinity are constantly intertwined. This kind of character with growth and complexity, who will not like? Looking at the rising backstage data, the lady editor thought I had finally gotten the hang of it and controlled the readers' preferences, so she couldn't wait to add chicken legs to my meals. But once she sees me killing and stabbing in the story again, she will take back the chicken leg without mercy. Well, well, as evidenced by the last reunion ending, I actually like to send knives. For example, on a large level, there are some natural and man-made disasters, people do not live, and on a small level, there are numerous life and death, write the talented characters die young - and often very popular and important characters. I think this can reflect a kind of engraved fatalistic sense of the beauty of the lack of, but the editor lady think this can only mean that I have too much water in my head. She always glared at me with a look of hatred: "Nowadays, the style of sweetness is popular, you are trying to kill your parents, the readers!" Miss Editor is indeed right, until now my delivery box is still crammed with a bunch of blades not taken. Most of the razor blades are engraved with the words "Kneel and beg Alexander the Great to vomit poo!" "Return my male god Mozart!" , "the little brother Huo to write me back to life!" And so on, I can imagine those readers send razor blades to me when the gnashing of teeth, angry attack. However, the story I created is to take the realistic route, the hope that these old characters resurrected magic request simply do not care, at most the first dinosaur protagonist group into a fossil face, to the old readers to send some memories of killing as a benefit. I can't say any more, I'm going to feel like a bad writer with no conscience if I go on. Although I've been branded as a "super knife-fighter" on reader forums, but thanks to my ability to create new characters, readers are always crying and cursing, "The author came out and got beaten! Why did my favorite character die again! The new character I created is a new character that I can't help but like, and I continue to chase it with bitterness and hatred. Of course, my story plot can also meet their preferences, want to see inspirational struggle? You want to see the love story? I want to see a big country?
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Fairy Tree 4
The human world is so sad. The tree demon boy sat alone among the branches of the tree, his heart disappointed, but then thought, if the world is without her, how to become what it is. So he just laughed, smiling desolately. The only little demon power is sent in the red rope tied to the branch, to keep it as fresh as ever, to protect it from the frost of the years. *** Because of the cohesion of the demon power, the red rope around the scattered faint light, not too visible in the daytime, after the night is only slightly obvious, no one noticed. However, there are no lanterns and candles around the broken walls, for the teenager, only this red halo is the only light in this boundless darkness. The teenager did not think, it is this red light, and support him to wait longer, longer. At that time coincided with a group of displaced people, gathered in this dilapidated courtyard for the night. The wind and frost cold at night, the people in need of warming method, they can not see the tree demon boy's appearance, do not know that there is a spirit here, they hit the idea of the camphor tree, want to cut it to chop wood for the fire. Soon the crowd to find a half-old axe, is about to cut the tree, the axe man sharp eyes, saw the red rope tied to the branch, and the faint light attached to it. "This is the divine tree to protect the marriage, can not cut ah." The man threw the axe, shivering. "I'm afraid I'll be condemned by heaven if I cut it down." The time is chaotic, people are afraid, all kinds of false ghosts and gods of the four directions, do not know what this man is mixed up in the delusion of gossip, the so-called divine origin of the tree to say the head, the others listened to are quite convinced, do not dare to move to cut the tree, but to guard the tree to worship prayers. The tree demon boy sat on the tree, silently watching these mortal actions, after a long time before raising his eyes to look at the red rope, the heart turned up a mournful. Even after so many years, it is still you who is protecting me. Obviously I came here because of you, but now, where have you gone? The people under the tree are still bowing and kowtowing, asking for the blessing of the immortal spirits, with the hope of a better future; while the young man on the tree is carefree, full of despair, crying in the night when no one knows. It is said that the creation of man is like this. *** After several years, the ups and downs of the world slowly calmed down, the city regained its vitality, the damaged houses were repaired, the cold streets gradually became popular and became crowded and noisy. For this camphor tree, the situation is also different from the past. The rumors about it being a divine tree for marriage did not stop, but became more and more widespread, and more and more people were convinced. I don't know who first proposed to tie a red rope on the tree to get the tree fairy's blessing for marriage, but after the first believer did so, there was soon a second, a third, and countless others after that. Mortals will be their own good expectations of marriage, are pinned on that a red rope, some people also think that only the red rope is too simple, and added on top of the words written on the prayer wooden plaque and decorative red satin tassels, a tree full of hanging up, every time the wind is moving, is full of bright red fluttering and dancing, a special colorful style. Against this, it is the first section of the red rope tied to look more and more inconspicuous. The tree demon boy hid between the trees watching all this, there are a few funny, there are also a few speechless.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Fairy Tree 5
This is a misunderstanding, but this misunderstanding also contains a lot of true feelings. When bored, the teenager would read the wooden prayer cards hanging on the tree one by one, looking at the poems and elegant lines on them, sorrowful love, and then can not help but remember that there was a young girl, every time after teaching himself a new poem, the eyebrows are filled with a touching smile. This kind of memory, three parts honey mixed with seven parts astringent, the teenager covered the faint pain in the chest, looking at the tree for the marriage of those who piously begged mortals, can not help but sigh. It's a great pity that they can't keep each other even though they are obviously in love. If he has enough cultivation, he should help these people. *** I don't know if there is a destiny in the underworld, the world to pray to this camphor tree to make a wish, a single wish power is insignificant, when more people come, countless wishes accumulate, but also a divine force that can not be underestimated, along the root of the red rope poured into the tree, so the tree demon boy's own spiritual power also filled up. With such a coincidence, when the surrounding grass and trees can not survive the withering of the years, this camphor tree is a steady stand for a hundred years, during the period to carry a number of lightning strikes, off the demon road, into the immortal frame, became a serious immortal stationed in the human world. To say the least, this loose immortal is also considered dutiful, not the least bit greedy for their own spiritual power, will give back to the mortals who come to pray for marriage, to repair those mortals can not see and touch the red line of marriage, so that they do not prematurely wear out the red line broken, for nothing to lose a good marriage. Coincidentally, such a tedious and troublesome matter as marriage protection is something that the immortal, who has never been instructed before, is able to do with ease and without fail. Probably because he likes to see the happy smile when a lover finally gets married. This kind of good marriage although he has no chance to enjoy in this life, but if you can see this kind of warmth is really there, the heart is also relieved. *** Time flies, hundreds of years is just a snap of the fingers, the former innocent boy has grown into a handsome young man. In these hundreds of years, he has read the human feelings, sadness and happiness, but always dedicated to their duties, for the heaven in charge of human marriage pivot Moon Elder House to share a lot of heavy business, to keep the countless section of true love does not die. Nowadays, he is not that small tree demon, only attached to the body and live, even a side of the courtyard can not go out. As a loose immortal, he no longer has to be detained in the body of the tree, can leave this place within a certain time limit, travel the world. That kind of free and easy when it is tempting, but so far, he did not go anywhere. Only to wait for that one person. I made a vow. The handsome tree fairy stood among the canopy, sighing slightly. I will stay here and wait for you to return. Although you and I have changed our appearance than before, but no matter what you become, I can recognize that unchanging soul. Please also ...... don't forget me. *** Then came hundreds of years later, the tree immortal watched that dynasty change, the city altered, the mortals who came and went from life to death, and the houses around him, along with other trees, rose and fell. He began to gradually understand that perhaps in those distant places beyond the reach of his own eyesight, where the world does not look too different from here. Because the things of this world are always cyclical, only in rare moments, will be mixed with a little precious difference in each repetition
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
