Frankie C Reder
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Planetarium Novelist 4
Yes; want to see the gloomy horror? Yes; want to see sadness and misery? Yes; want to see joy? Still there. From the earliest days of blood and feathers to farming, then from the age of navigation to the industrial revolution to the modern city, every inch of the earth has been clearly arranged in my story. I can't help but admire myself for being able to keep serializing for so long and creating such a complex story. Unfortunately, no matter how good the story is, once the serialization is too long, it is also easy to collapse, let's say that at present my story, the protagonist and supporting characters add up to more than seven billion, the reader's taste is also being raised more and more grizzly, the old formula can not fool them, which means I have to write the life of these seven billion characters with new ideas. My level is limited, I really can not control such a complex scene, with the plot more and more cumbersome, a lot of ambush is dug to forget to fill in the pit, some important characters write and write to get lost, the reader complained a lot, I also feel ashamed. The editor lady stared at the declining subscription data, every day long sigh, grabbed my ears and shouted: "You give me a little fight ah! I humbly said that I am essentially a salted fish, want me to be like the great writer next door, while advancing the story of N parallel universes and still maintain an orderly, chapter explosive point, this even if you beat me to death, I can not do. The editor lady gave me the middle finger, but she still refused to give up, thinking that my serial could be saved. The solution she gave me was to see if I could change the settings of the main characters, such as suddenly gaining superpowers, or starting to cultivate immortality after a strange encounter. I said I always write realistic stories, okay, why add these fantasy settings? The editor looked at me with a sad face and said that recently the realistic theme is not hot anymore, and to keep the serialization hot, we must cater to the public taste. Although I've never been a scrupulous writer, I still wanted to refuse to temporarily change a realistic story into a fantasy series. "You see, I've never had the characters on Earth order the technology skill points." I said bitterly, "To temporarily change it to fairy or fantasy, I would be scolded by readers for cheating the audience and not having the right goods." The editor lady held her proud head up with a treacherous face, and I had a vague feeling she might be thinking of something too bad. Sure enough, I saw her slap the table, excitedly shouted: "In that case, why not change the post-apocalyptic theme! And then some sky crashing into the comet and so on, the scene is good, the readers will like!" I'm a little dizzy. No, so the second part of the story on Earth will not go the same way as the first part, and the end of the reunion? I weakly voiced my concern, but the editor lady only coldly snorted: "Your story is now so poorly subscribed, it's a waste of such a good planet as Earth! Since these human characters can not write anything new, it is better to quickly cut the mess, and quickly make the second part of a big ending, we will start the third part, such as the supporting characters of those meow people woof star people, I think it has the potential to be the next main character! After saying that, the editor lady majestically ran back to write a new project, leaving me there to tangle. Although I am a stabbing knives do not feel the pain of the great devil writers, but this serialization for a long time, it is with the characters in the story have feelings, the more than seven billion characters, each is my carefully created children, like when the reunion of the dinosaurs were erased from the face of the earth, I really do not want to. But the serialization is entering a bottleneck is an indisputable fact, how to do it? How can I ensure that Earth's civilization will not be cut off because I am too useless as a salted fish writer? I've been tangled up in this matter for the last few days and I can't eat or sleep well, my hair is almost bald. Really hard, really hard. But there seems to be a providence, the human characters I created with all my heart, as if they really came to life, have their own souls and ideas, scrambling into the dream to tell me that they have their own ideas, no longer at the mercy of my creator, but to control their own destiny. And now they have come up with a way to save themselves. That solution is to ask me to add a science fiction twist to the next serial, so that the protagonists step out of the confines of Earth and into the starry sea, and this serialized story with Earth civilization as its theme can drag on for another thousand million years. Very well, let's do it! I woke up from my dream, breathed a sigh of relief, opened the serialization platform, and started a new serialization of Earth civilization.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Fairy tree edge 10
The electric mother returned, "some days ago she ran to protect you, during the period more than offended people, the world is dangerous, coupled with the heavenly punishment so, she is afraid that ...... great disaster will come." This is even the ordinary gods can not do anything about it, to change the fate of the original destiny with punishment, unless there is an immortal willing to sacrifice great power for, otherwise everything is irreversible. And even if she ended this life, the heavenly punishment ended, there has been a heavenly punishment mark of the soul, the future can only continue to alternate with mortal identity in this mundane world, it is difficult to have the opportunity to return to the upper world, not to mention, even if you want to live a normal life, will still be more bitter than the ordinary world a few points. "This matter has become a foregone conclusion, you can only look on the bright side." Lei Gong persuaded, "this thousand years in, your earthly repair marriage of extraordinary merit, the upper world is evident to all, the original troublemaker of the venerable is no longer good from it. Recently, there is a vacancy in the position of the head of the Moon Elder House, after this calamity, you do not have to start from scratch like other immortals, you can return to the position of head." This is a great benefit for the hardworking immortal cultivators, but the tree immortal does not move, his face indifferent. This robbery he did not intend to cross, not can not, but unwilling. "If ascending to immortality means being separated from her forever, then this divine immortality is not appropriate." When the tree immortal said this, he looked as normal, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, "The two immortals, I just want to ask one more thing." If he can carry this heavenly calamity, then ask the Thunder God and the Mother of Lightning to take all the benefits for him and pass them on to her. This will erase the mark of heavenly punishment, to ensure her peace in this life, and not to suffer half of the heavenly punishment. When she enters the reincarnation later, her life can also be smooth and smooth, free from the many twists and turns of torment. As for himself, he is willing to accept the punishment of going against the heaven and the destruction of his consciousness, never to exist in heaven and earth. Such determination, as early as a thousand years ago he left that memory pearl, and asked the thunder god mother to return it before he had the opportunity to ascend again, has made up his mind. He was afraid that he would be forgotten by her, but more afraid that he would forget to protect her when he had the ability to change her fate for her. The Thunder God and Electric Mother looked at each other for a long time before nodding in agreement and lamenting, "We have seen many demented people like you over the years." Tree Fairy smiled lightly: "Thank you for your success." To see the thunder god and mother of lightning back to the sky, once again closed his eyes, his mind again appeared in the familiar smile. But the knot in his heart has been all gone, no more regrets. The first time I saw a woman, I was a little bit of a mess. *** The next morning, the road in the city center was blocked for a short while. The city's old camphor tree, which has been standing in the city for a thousand years, was knocked down in last night's raging thunderstorm, and the fractured tree was across the middle of the road, and it took some time for the city to move it to the side of the road. The day is still drizzling rain, from the crowd of onlookers out of a high ponytail girl, slowly came to the lying giant wood. I saw her lose the umbrella in her hand, squatting down and crouching on the trunk of the fallen balsam fir, a time when her face was covered with water droplets, I do not know whether it was rain or tears. But the rain that fell on her suddenly stopped. The girl looked up somewhat confused and saw that someone had picked up her umbrella and held it for her overhead. The young man who held the umbrella to cover her from the rain was dressed as an ordinary person, but his appearance was a rare modern elegance, with a kindness and familiarity hidden in long-ago memories, so that the girl was lost in thought for a moment. The next moment, the young man showed a warm smile and extended his hand towards her. His wrist, tied with a thin red rope. The girl first took his hand and got up, then her eyes fell on the red rope, and her face was astonished, saying, "You are ......" "I am A Zhang, the tree fairy of this balsam tree." The youth held the girl's hand tightly, and his smile was full of sincerity. "In this life, please let me keep your marriage."
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The Fairy Tree 7
The little girl seems to have not yet learned to speak clearly, holding the trunk of the tree babbling for a while, but did not say any complete sentence, and finally just stared at the tree fairy grinning broadly, childishly called out: "A Zhang." The next moment, the original dry sky suddenly fell heavy rain, the previous dullness and stifling will all be driven away, so painful, so cool. As if that is a praying for a thousand years finally get what you want dripping sound. *** The years that followed were like the good old days all over again for the tree fairies. In the shade of the stretching tree, he quietly waited for the occasional appearance of the girl, for her to drive away the mosquitoes, shade and send cool, but also the nine hundred years between what I saw and heard picked properly with her to speak. The girl has no memory of her past life, is just an ordinary child, only as he told these are fun legendary stories, and the tree fairy does not care about this, and when she is a little older, but also gently teach her to recognize words and read poetry. Each poem, more than nine hundred years ago had been patiently taught to him. Unfortunately, this repetition includes the part that is not quite to one's liking, as the girl grows older, the perception of the tree fairy is also declining day by day, and when she reads to the middle school, she can not hear or see him. Sometimes even the girl herself will be confused, about the gentle fairy all the memories, is not like other adults see her when she was a child playing with a tree, said that is just a child's fantasy? But even if everything in the past has disappeared without a trace, the girl still often go to the tree, a look up to see the luxuriant canopy, it seems to be accompanied by an old friend, very peace of mind. The young girl does not know that the tree fairy is actually always there, every time just looking at her from afar, they already feel satisfied. Even if his situation has changed back to the old days, no one around can see his real body, full of words can not be said. But, no longer feel lonely. *** Twenty years have passed since the tree fairy reunited with her. The former little girl grew into a good girl with a high ponytail, looking for a busy job that requires running all over the world, the days are going by in a blaze of glory. But she always comes back every once in a while, to her hometown, to meet with her family, and to see this balsam fir tree. She can't change her strange habit of talking to this tree since she was a child, and every time she goes out and has any experience, she has to talk to this tree before she is finished. "A Zhang, I have this strange problem, when I see something new outside, I always think of telling you." The girl smiled up at the tree, "And no matter where I go, I always think in my heart that I will come back here." As if this is the origin of the heart. But this point of origin is not as secure as expected, and will soon be in jeopardy. The old camphor tree is rooted in the most neutral and valuable area of the city, there are black-hearted businessmen who are interested in this land, to make the management of the matter to do the unseemly collusion, to bulldoze this place, build a new building to sell. The ancient tree said to move elsewhere, but insiders know that the old tree is not an easy task to transplant, the roots of the earth is always hurt the roots, even if you look for another place to plant, can not be revived to survive is still to be said. Even if the tree fairy has now become a loose immortal, but if the loss of the body, or not. The girl with the high ponytail did not know the specific advantages and disadvantages, but she was keenly aware of the whole thing in the fishy, and their own heart for the old camphor tree's hang-ups.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Novelist 2
Well, I have to say, I'm still in a pretty good mood seeing the rise in subscription revenue and the various reader comments of support. A good mood makes one more motivated to write a story, and I opened up new maps and designed new characters in the story, and the plot was running wild in the direction of spilling more blood. This kind of dedication soon received results, and when the story was serialized to the Jurassic period, the editor told me cheerfully that my work data trend is very good, as long as you persist, sooner or later, the universe will be popular. But I was not happy. After all, I am essentially just a scrap of nerd with nothing to pursue, billions of years of serialization has taken up too much of my time to enjoy life, every day to insist on creating the day is really hard, I am almost tired of cervical spondylosis, plus the plot and serialization for so long, also feel a little bottleneck, every day the card text card to my head bald, uncomfortable to scream. A strong sense of tiredness came up, even if the editor lady praised me for how good this article, I can not carry, a mind to hurry this story to finish the thing. So when the story progressed to the Cretaceous period, readers will find that I began to send a crazy poo, a variety of plot lines chop chop chop, the level of creativity more and more out of mind, wait until the late Cretaceous period, I was not ashamed to shake a big smart, write a skyfall meteorite directly to the Earth. All the main characters were destroyed and the story was finished at light speed. I can't help but feel a little smug when I think of the readers' shocked expressions when they see this ending, and admire my own wit. The next thing I want to do is to run towards the good old life of waiting for death, just thinking about it makes me super happy. Unfortunately, the good life I expected did not appear. In fact, during that time I did not even dare to leave the door for fear of being beaten up by angry readers. I heard that they also opened a forum to scold me, and at the same time for those who were issued a collective box of dinosaur characters continue to write a lot of the same dragon article, some of the popular stories even signed a contract with the serialization platform, find some additional blank planet, the same dragon article as a stand-alone story developed Ahem, far from it, anyway, my behavior has caused a lot of anger, and the most angry when the editor lady, who wanted to tear me to pieces The most angry one is the editor lady, who wants to tear me apart to let out her hatred. To tell a horror story, she almost did it. After beating me to tears, the editor threw out a tempting offer, saying that while the story is still hot, if I can continue to write this story, the serialization platform can give me a 30% increase in subscription revenue. Well, well, for the sake of money, I am willing to continue to suffer, holding my nose to open the second part. Fortunately, the end of the first part of my only dinosaur protagonists are pressed to death, but also left the mammals these supporting groups did not move, just grab a family out as the new protagonists of the second part of the good. Here I am still torn who should be chosen as the new protagonist, the other side of the editor lady has been pushing hard, don't fucking dilly-dally, hurry up to get the protagonist persona, otherwise and the first part of the interval is too long, the thin reader masters are going to abandon the article. So the first part of the protagonist dinosaur I spent hundreds of millions of years to shape out, the second part of the protagonist human I only spent a few million years on a hasty arrangement on the field.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Novelist1
"If the evolution of the civilization of the entire Earth is just a novel in serialization ......" I am a writer, a very ordinary writer of serialized novels. But the world I live in has developed a divine civilization, and readers have long since stopped reading simple textual narratives, and want serialized content to be more intuitive and exciting, more immersive. In order to meet the needs of the readers, the serialization platform I work in has developed a new serialization system, which only requires the writers to enter their ideas into the content, and then the corresponding scenes and characters can be synchronously projected, and the entire plot is played out in real time. Each story takes place independently on a blank planet, and readers can watch how far the plot has progressed on this planet at any time by paying a subscription. And the article I am serializing takes place on a planet called Earth. To be honest, I was not interested in writing this article at first, registered an account in the serialization platform, applied to the blank planet called Earth, my lazy cancer attacked, did not do anything, put the Earth on the side of the shelf for hundreds of millions of years. It was only when the editor came to me and said that if I didn't start writing the story, the platform would have to take the planet back and give it to other writers that I reluctantly logged into my account and reconstructed the idea. Initially I have little creative experience, set up some random story characters, are single-celled creatures, the plot is also very perfunctory, completely flat and straightforward bookkeeping, the story was serialized for hundreds of millions of years, not even a serious line, no readers are willing to follow the change, so angry that the editor lady vomited blood, pinched my neck and shook: "You at least fucking snack on it! Or this lady directly to you beat up a life can not take care of themselves to see!" I was frightened by the fierceness of the editor, and began to honestly think about the role and plot. Unfortunately, the level of creativity can not be quickly improved overnight, even though I have given up part of my precious time to catch up on the drama and play games for creative work, the standard of my work is still like a smelly salted fish, can not turn up. The editor is so disgusted with my incompetence that she rolled her eyes to the sky, but she is a good person, did not completely give up on me, gave me a lot of creative skills pointers, I am also very grateful (harm) (fear) her, patience grinding more than two billion years, the story serialized to the Triassic period, the quality of the work is finally improved. At least the characterization is very progressive, all from single-celled creatures evolved into dinosaurs. Yes, a variety of dinosaurs are the main characters in my story, I carefully set their character, write personalized lines, and try to write a series of racial migration, kill, love, heritage of the dog story. The number of subscribers gradually rose, and I started to get messages from readers urging me to do more. CP", "Cang Long and Liang Long's Lang Lang match is good to eat" and other issues argued to the dark. I was a little confused by these fights, but the editor was very satisfied with this, saying that these are the signs of the work to fire.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Fairy tree edge 6
And in countless reincarnations, he waited for the man, never returned. When this camphor tree has been here for more than 900 years, the changes in the world suddenly accelerated, a brand new city was built up, the old houses around has long been demolished clean, buildings rise up, surrounded by a sharp and dense, even the last bit of wind and cloud gaps are blocked a tightly. In the center of the tall buildings, in addition to a fairly clean public lawn, only the old balsam fir tree standing on the lawn remains. Some years ago, fewer and fewer people came to tie the red thread, the rumors about this tree can protect the marriage is also swept by the summer breeze year after year to scatter the light. After all, the world is too busy, just to take care of their own lives will have been exhausted, can have spare time to study the ghosts and gods of the people are much less than in the past, even willing to wait for a sincere will also decay. When the public to the tree hung the famous tree sign, not let people climb close to, it is completely cut off people to pray for the idea. Even if there are occasionally people risk being taught a lesson to the tree tied to the red rope, it is mostly a fun, rather than having to ask for any good marriage. In the countless times between the sun and the moon, the tree fairy silently watching the vehicles and people flowing together on the road next to it, the world today, living is a lot more generous than before, but also come and go in a hurry, rarely have time to stop for too long under this tall camphor tree. Fortunately, the tree fairy has long been accustomed to such changes in the world, the years have sharpened his calm nature, whether from decadence to hustle and bustle, or from the lively to thin, in his long wait, are no harm. Only, occasionally still feel some loneliness. *** With countless times of wind and rain, the original tree on those red ropes and wooden signs gradually decayed and fell off, just like the love that had been placed on it generally sank into the river of time, annihilated and died out. This tree was said to be extremely spiritual marriage god tree, and finally regained its original elegant appearance. Only a section of red rope by the tree fairy with divine power to protect, in the night no one noticed a red light, as his heart for the good old days of the thoughts, never fade. And it is this light, once again to the tree fairy's wait brought unexpected changes. It was a hot summer evening, although the sun had sunk in the west, but the heat in the city has not yet dissipated, boring and depressing unpleasant. Some of the surrounding residents will come to this green area after dinner to take a walk to cool off and find a moment of peace. The street lights along the road have been turned on, the yellowish light with the sunset afterglow that has not yet completely dissipated stirred in a place, dyed everywhere without bright colors, are muddy. Only the small group of red light reflected in the leaves of balsam fir trees is transparent and bright, but unfortunately, over the years, people have long forgotten to look up to see. The tree fairy thought that this evening is repeating the same evening in the past countless, when the change happened. I don't know which little girl from the neighborhood didn't watch, wobbling to the tree, fat little hands holding the trunk. At this moment obviously no wind passing, the whole tree branches and leaves but in that moment violently trembled. For a long time did not touch the ground of the tree fairy leisurely fall on the ground, looking down at the round-faced little girl, lips slightly open and close a few times, but did not make a half sound.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Curse of the Snow Demon 2
Only the strong young girl wiped away her tears and held the hand of the sleeping boy: "Wait for me, I will find a way to save you." She has read many stories, the story always has a prince to cut through the thorns, destroy the evil dragon, and finally will be sleeping princess kissed awake. And this time, she decided to go on her own to fight the snow demon who cast a curse, to be the brave man who can wake up his lover. The brave girl put on her sword, mounted on a horse, embarked on a journey towards the legendary snow demon living by the misty snow mountain. The journey was very difficult, along the way are many difficulties, crises, but the girl has a fearless heart to do sword, have a regretless love to do armor, encounter more problems are not enough to fear, the faith will never stop charging forward. The road that the cowards say is so dangerous, although it is not easy, but as long as the heart to go, can always be finished. After the twists and turns, the girl came to the foot of the Misty Snow Mountain, it is said that the ugly and malicious snow demon lives on the top of the snow mountain, the peak of the snow does not melt all year round, cold, whoever is close to the cold will be frozen into ice sculptures, lost life. Therefore, in this thousand years, no one has ever climbed the peak to see the true face of the snow demon, let alone eliminate it and break the curse. But the girl who ran for love would not back down, she placed the horses at the foot of the mountain, determined to go towards the top. There were many twists and turns along the way, but fortunately, the warm blood that surged in her heart always protected the girl, forming an invincible barrier that made the cold mist automatically recede and could not hurt her at all. The young girl thus miraculously became the first person to reach the summit in a thousand years, looking at the place, there is a piece of fairly flat snow, the snow stands on an ice hut, the hut stands next to a human figure. The figure was surrounded by a light fog color, elegant and slender, and a few inexplicable ...... loneliness? "You are the snow demon?" The young girl drew her sword and asked alertly. "Is that what you call me?" A lilting voice pierced through the fog, accompanied by the owner of the voice also came out of the fog, "Or is that ...... what he called me?" The young girl who came to crush the snow demon had a momentary daze. The one who appeared in front of her was a young woman who looked not much older than herself, a plain and pure dress, snow-colored long hair floating in the wind, brushing over the stunning face, and was gently pushed away by the woman's hand. She is neither fierce nor ugly, her face even with a gentle light smile. Sad and beautiful. The young woman quickly returned to her senses, despite her efforts to clench the sword in her hand and make an intimidating aura, but had to admit that the other party's appearance was too pure and beautiful, so that she simply could not bear to hurt her. Even her tone of voice was unknowingly softened: "If you are the snow demon, please lift the curse that freezes hearts, don't let people's hearts melt and lose their lives just because they moved their hearts." The woman called Snow Demon first looked confused, then flashed a trace of despondency, and finally mixed into a complex sigh: "Sorry, I can't do it." The young girl was anxious: "You can't lift the curse?" "No." The snow demon shook her head. "Rather, it's because ...... there was never any curse to freeze the heart in the first place."
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Muffin and Latte 4
Fang You stared at his smile and finally only nodded gently and said yes. The two of them said goodbye at the entrance of the cafe and went in opposite directions. The two of them said goodbye at the entrance of the cafe, and each of them went in the opposite direction. Like a round muffin. Fang You stopped and quietly thought back on everything tonight. For Tao Yuan, today's appearance of his own venture is probably very inexplicable. But to the end, he did not ask anything more, nor was he overly sympathetic. What he did was just a person who always had light in his life, and when he approached in a friendly manner, he naturally pulled her into that light as well. He may not understand what this means to her, and Fang You will never tell him what terrible things went through her mind while she was hiding from the rain outside the cafe. And at this moment, she is no longer bothered by those things, but simply thinking that maybe there really are freshly baked muffins and unsweetened lattes waiting for her later. Later, later. Fang You suddenly liked this word, it sounded both bland and long, and full of hope. Then ...... girl slightly bit her lips, quietly made a vow: I will try to go to the "later" to see again. But this "later" did not come in a very short time, in the rest of the summer, Fang You did not pass by that cafe again. After school started, even if she still passed by on her way to school, she didn't stop to look at the muffins in the window. She had already tasted its real taste and didn't need to rely on her imagination anymore. Tao Yuan also did not go to the cafe to help, the students who are about to take the entrance exams do not have time to get these, all the time is given to exercises and test papers. The two are just ordinary students who go to school by rule, sitting in the same classroom, but both have a tacit agreement not to mention that rainy day, as if everything about that day is sealed in that small cafe, and they are still like before, just know each other, rarely cross paths, and even talk are not a few words. Only the occasional eye contact reminds the two that there are things that the other has not forgotten. Later, they went to universities in different cities, thousands of miles apart, almost cut off contact. Because Fang You is always very busy, busy working to earn money, busy learning to advance, no time to go back to that small city where no family is waiting for her, there is no opportunity to meet with Tao Yuan. This period for Fang You, still not easy enough, everywhere is the need to worry about the mistakes. But whenever she gets too frustrated, Fang You will think back to the not-so-perfect plate of muffins and the sugar-sweetened latte. Even if life is already full of holes and bitterness, but as long as there is still this little sweet company, it seems to be able to continue to hold on. When Fang You graduated from college a few years later, the pure bitterness gradually disappeared and life became a little more sweet. Of course, Fang You's efforts are also worthy of such a day, she settled in a strange big city, has a good job, a good income, coffee has become a good friend to accompany her struggle, and order a muffin to celebrate when you get a big order. It turns out that "later" is really good, so good that she can calmly drink a cup of completely unsweetened black coffee, in the careful appreciation of its full-bodied, not care about the bitterness of it. Probably when people have more sweetness in life, they will no longer be afraid of that little bitterness. But this "later" ah, it seems that where there is still something missing. The self-conscious Fang You will occasionally have this feeling, but can not say what this missing piece should be. Fortunately, life will generously tell her the answer. On a sunny weekend afternoon, Fang You found a new cafe under her apartment building, with two fat orange cats lazily sunbathing in front of it. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to go in and buy a cup of coffee. And so she did. The store had not been completely tidied up and was a little messy. The store manager was busy behind the bar, and when he saw someone coming in, he said in an apologetic tone that he was sorry, but it was not officially open today. But Fang You did not listen to him, sitting at the bar by himself, staring at the familiar face of the store manager, slowly smiling. "Buy me a freshly baked muffin, and a latte without sugar."
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Muffin and Latte 3
It's like he came to help out at his family's cafe on a whim this summer, like a few stray cats that come to sunbathe in front of the store when the weather is nice, like the rest of the staff happened to be away today because of the rain and the lack of customers, leaving him alone and bored in the store ...... "Luckily You're here." Tao Yuan scratched the bridge of his nose. "Otherwise I would have been bored to death." Saying so, it was as if Fang You was not an unlucky person forced to come to escape the rain, but a friend who came to visit on purpose. Fang You didn't know how to reply, the last time she received such proper friendliness was a long time ago, and her coping skills were rusty. She would only repeat thank you, and that the muffins were delicious. The smile on Tao Yuan's face immediately grew even wider: "Right? I'm actually quite talented aren't I? By the way, wait a minute, I'll make you another cup of hot ones to drink." Fang You nodded, the boy's smile was so bright that it made her forget her misery of owing another cup of hot drink money. Perhaps at this moment she is also indulging herself in a little capriciousness, not bothered by various things that should be bothering her, but simply holding curiosity to try the cup of coffee called latte. The slightly white foam stuck to the corner of her mouth, flowing into the mouth is a mellow milk flavor, and a wonderful taste of bitter mixed with sweet. "I'm afraid you're not used to drinking it, I added a little sugar for you." This is what Tao Yuan said. This is really good. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. The coffee itself did carry a bitterness she was not used to, but accompanied by sugar and milk, the bitterness became not too difficult to bear, and even gradually divided into layers, revealing a special flavor. It turns out that even the bitter taste is not all bad. Fang You tasted another bite of muffin with a sip of latte and said thank you for the third time today. The three thank you's stacked up, like a wonderful magic spell, so she can continue to talk smoothly, talking to Tao Yuan about school, about the cafe, about the college entrance exams, about the future, and even the forgotten dream. A chat for a long time, until it was completely dark outside, the street lights came on, and the weakening rain fell into the puddles on the road, smashing a small piece of reflected light into more crystalline light. Fang You chatted energetically and happily, but more than that, she was surprised. She didn't know she could talk so much to people, she always thought that in the years after her parents' death, there was nothing left in her bitter life that she wanted to tell the world. It turned out that there was still something she wanted to say, but she just hadn't met the right person to communicate with. When the rain outside completely stopped, it was time for the cafe to close. Fang You stood up from her seat, realizing that the good magic was gone and the things that bothered her were back. For example, there was no money to pay for everything she had enjoyed tonight. But before Fang You could muster up the courage to confess, Tao Yuan opened his mouth first, saying that he was only temporarily helping out in the store, making dim sum and making coffee, and that it was a great help to have someone willing to come and try it out. And the tasting, is not necessary to pay the bill. "When you have a chance later, you come again ah, my craft will certainly improve." The boy said, there is no pretense in the frank smile, "then I will treat you to freshly baked muffins, you can also try the latte without sugar."
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Curse of the Snow Demon 2
This time it is the girl confused, snow demon a few steps closer to her, reaching out for the girl to brush away the ice flakes falling on the shoulder: "Please listen to me first to tell a story." Thousands of years ago, the snow fairy of the snow kingdom in the sky sneaked to the peak of the snowy mountains on earth to play, and inadvertently met with the mortal prince who climbed to the top of the mountain, the two fell in love at first sight, and only wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. But the human prince could not go to the snow country, and the snow nymph in the sky could not survive in a cold enough place. So the snow fairy gave up her identity as a fairy, the prince also gave up the throne he was about to inherit, two people who love each other in order to be able to keep each other, are so determined, righteous. After they gathered on the top of the snowy mountain, but also built a small igloo as a common home. Although the ordinary days are hard, but also not lack of warm fun, a tacit understanding between each other's eyes, a smile of trust, will be enough to offset the cold wind in the mountain top. At that time, they believed they could live happily forever just by the love they had for each other. This is always the end of a fairy tale. Unfortunately, this is not the end of the story, but the beginning of the story. The top of the snowy mountains is certainly no match for the lively human world, where the hardships of life are too harsh and sharp enough to quietly wear away the toughness of the heart. As the days passed, the smile on the prince's face gradually faded, although he still had love in his heart for his lover, but life is such a complex thing, just by love is not enough to support. Finally, one day, the prince's heart only a little love also by the boundless cold exhausted, he decided to leave the snowy mountains and lovers, back to their familiar human world. Even the lover's tears of sorrow could not reverse his heart. Probably in the cold environment for too long, once hot heart, but also frozen into a cold ice as hard. But his abandoned lover was after all a fairy in the snowy kingdom of heaven, even if she has long given up her fairy status for love, but when the prince left in a heartless manner, the heavenly punishment from her homeland still fell on him. The prince's heart was split into pieces, looking to die in pain. At this point in the story, the snow demon paused slightly and looked at the young girl with calm eyes: "In order to save him, I exerted my last immortal power and sealed his broken heart with a thin layer of ice." This way the prince's heart remained intact, enough for him to continue living. "Perhaps I was expecting to save him, thinking that he would then be grateful and willing to stay with me." The snow demon buried his eyelids, "but he still left." Knowing that she can not go down the mountain, this world can not step further; knowing that she ran out of immortal power, the heavenly snow country can not return. But he only left her a determined back, did not even look back. "I was too angry, so I shouted towards that back." There was a faint bitterness in the snow demon's smile, "I told him that his heart had my most vicious curse, and that he could not love anyone else for the rest of his life, or he would die of a melting heart." But in fact, she lied to him. The layer of ice was only a kind rescue, not a vicious curse. If the prince falls passionately in love again, the warmth of that true love will naturally melt the thin ice on the heart, and the originally broken heart will heal again in the ensuing slumber, and when he wakes up from his slumber, the healed heart will be no different from the one before it was broken.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Muffin and Latte 2
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, because this person Fang You knew was Tao Yuan, a boy in the same class as her, and was wearing the uniform of a sales clerk. Fang You was not familiar with him in school, just to the extent of knowing each other, and usually did not even speak twice, even if the scene changed from the classroom to outside the cafe, it was difficult to find a starting point for conversation between the two immediately. After a subtle silence, Tao Yuan greeted Fang You into the store to hide from the rain. Fang You did not hesitate to go in, after all, the rain is getting heavier outside, the narrow eaves outside the cafe is not too blocking. Perhaps because of the rainy day, there were no other customers in the store, and the other clerks didn't know where they had gone, only the two of them. The gentle and pleasant background music made Fang You feel in a trance, but when she sat down on the chair and watched the water drops fall down her hair to the table, she couldn't help but start thinking about whether to tell Tao Yuan that she didn't have any money on her. Venture into this place where you shouldn't be, as if you really are a thief. But she did not want to justify anything, if only to hide from the rain, you have to shake out the rags hidden in life to people, then this is a place of execution, not a shelter. Fortunately, the boy did not ask anything, he kept a restrained silence, first handed her a dry towel, and after a while added a plate of muffins. The muffins on the plate were slightly different from the ones Fang You had seen in the window before, each one not quite complete, and some with suspicious scorch marks. A few of the pancakes were softly clumped together by the translucent honey, like a girl who had been rained on, with little life. But anyway, it was still a plate of muffins. Fang You picked up the fork in a hurry and held it for half a day, only to squeeze out a sentence: "Sorry." She had decided to eat the plate of muffins first and then tell the other party that she didn't have money to pay. She knew it was not decent, but she had only been scolded by her aunt since last night and hadn't eaten, and when one is hungry to the point of panic, one can't care, or can't afford to maintain the decency thing. The young boy always looks good when he smiles, and his looks have nothing to do with it, the smile itself is refreshing and bright, with a special infectious power. He told Fang You, don't want her to say sorry, want her to say thank you and delicious. "I've tried to do this several times, and this is the closest I've come to success." The boy grinned, a little embarrassed in his smile, "but you started saying sorry before you even ate, it made me a little panicky ah." Fang You buried his head and forked a piece of muffin into his mouth. The cake had been sitting for some time and was no longer hot, but the texture was still fluffy and soft, and dipped in honey, a moist sweet. It tasted better than every taste she had imagined in the past. The muffin melted in her mouth, and the tangible thing turned into an intangible pleasure. This joy came with a lot of weight, enough to make Fang You wipe away the wetness that had come to her eyes, looked up with a smile and whispered a thank you. The young girl smile is also very beautiful, also has nothing to do with looks, the beauty is sincere, and the kind of young people back to life when the vibrancy. This kind of smile can impress people, otherwise, Tao Yuan will not have a moment to hold his breath, calmly stagger the line of sight. The rain fell for a long time, no one else came in the store, the two of them sitting face to face, Fang You quietly eating muffins, Tao Yuan is trying to find some of the topics to talk about.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Muffins and Lattes 1
When Fang You was in high school, she would walk past a small cafe every morning. It was so early that the cafe was not yet officially open, but the clerks inside were already busy, and the whole store was injected with life, no longer just a pile of concrete and bricks, but with sound, light, movement and smell, which converged and filled the place into a living thing. Especially in winter, even the cloudy sky at the top of the small town is just dawn, the other stores on the street are not open, still drowsy in the chaos, woke up in the middle of this one cafe, orange light from the glass window, a warm bright. Fang You did not dare to get too close to the window, but would stop at a few steps away and stare at it for a while. She was looking at the muffins in the window, freshly baked round cakes, even the heat from the oven has not yet dissipated, fluffy and puffy, like a light yellow cloud. Several layers of pancakes are stacked together, frozen by the flowing translucent honey, and topped with half a cut strawberry or a full cream flower, like the birthday cake Fang You ate years ago. Fang You tried to imagine its taste many times, but couldn't quite think of it, and could only default to the taste must be very good and sweet. Soon she would be keenly aware of the first glance the clerk threw at her, then bounce away from the window, her steps quick and fast, only to slow down again once she turned a corner at the street. She had no money for a muffin. In fact, she didn't have money for anything for breakfast, and it was hard enough getting her uncle and aunt to pay for her lunch in the school cafeteria. Because she was sure she wouldn't buy anything, she hid even the pleasure of a few more glances, as if she had stolen this impractical thought from the clerk. The girl squeezed the strap of her school bag and walked slowly to school with the fond memory of the muffin still left in her memory. The time has gone from winter to summer, the cafe has always been there, the muffin has always been there, Fang You will still stand in front of the window from time to time with the eyes to taste the fresh muffin again, through the glass window to imagine the taste of it. Even after the summer break when she didn't need to go to school, she would sometimes pretend to pass by the cafe in the morning when there was still nothing on the street. There was no other reason, she just needed the sweetness of the unknown taste. But once she went there in the evening, when it was raining, and she ran out in a hurry, not daring to take an umbrella from behind her angry and drunken uncle, and by the time she got outside the cafe, she was already half drenched. It was the first time she had stood so close to the glass window that her arm was pressed against it, hard and cold, soaking the bruises on her arm and making them hurt even more. But she still stood close to it, letting her thin shadow melt into the light coming through the window. I just want to borrow the eaves here to hide from the rain. Fang You thought sickly, looking at the continuous raindrops, and tried to shrink inside, gaze to the roadside of the small weeds swaying in the wind and rain, heart flashed another thought. If only people could live by drinking water alone. Unfortunately, people can't just live by drinking water, they need a lot of other things, so being human is hard, a tiredness she doesn't want to suffer anymore. At this time from the store door came out a person, Fang You a tilt of the head, and each other see each other.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
