Frankie C Reder
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Suomi's troubles 2
The first time I saw a group of people in the dorm next door, they were still hooking up in the middle of the night and slipping out to drink beer and eat barbecue, and they came back drunk in the early hours of the morning, crying in the hallway and making a fool of themselves. The first thing you need to do is to have some group activities. So Sumi enthusiastically began to plan the whole dormitory together to go singing activities to. The atmosphere was once a bit awkward in the *** KTV box. The style of songs we like is too far apart. The old songs that Aze favors are red and specialized, Foam is only willing to order death heavy metal, and Sati is able to sing anything, but singing anything is out of tune. But even though the scene is so bad, the three of them still seem to be enjoying themselves. Suomi was keenly aware that the long-lasting tacit understanding that only close friends have automatically formed a tight boundary, outsiders simply can not intervene. The sound effects shocked the brain ache Sumi picked up the fruit plate sent by the box, silently ate every piece of it. It's hard to find a way to break through this boundary. *** After a period of time, Sumi was a bit depressed. In addition to continue to be a good dormitory leader, responsible for going to boring college meetings, issuing cleaning inspection notices and other chores, she did not do much more than that. Even the long cherished Laoshan white flower snake grass water is also their own open their own drink, no longer trying to sell amway to the other three. Anyway, we can not piss a pot to go. Su Mi took a sip of Laoshan white flowers and snake grass water, sadly added to their own drama. Even if you are in the same room, it does not mean that you can necessarily become good friends and sisters. Su Mi I am destined to become a lone traveler in the silent figure of the campus, Mo get friends, Mo get feelings. *** Having said that, in a sudden rainstorm one day, the other three in the night chat group were wailing about being trapped outside by the rain, Suomi still got nosy. She sent the three umbrellas from the dormitory to the library, the cafeteria and the school building respectively. Then, because these three people were going in a different direction than she was, she refused their offer to hold the umbrellas together and ran back to the dorm alone in the rain. The heavy rain drenched Sumi very uncomfortable, she took a towel and wiped haphazardly, lying on the table and drifted off to sleep. *** Suomi knew she had a fever, but her eyelids were heavy, her throat was sore, and her brain was stirred into mush, unable to control her body to get up and help herself. Next to someone seems to be talking, Sumi also can not distinguish what was said, only feel noisy. When he woke up again, Sumi found himself lying in a hospital bed on an infusion, next to a full sister who was guarding a black eye. "You're finally awake." The full sister looked very happy. "You scared us to death last night." All three came back late and met at the door of the dormitory building, went upstairs and opened the door, saw Suomi lying on the table, her face so red that she was steamed, how to shake can not wake up. The three people who were scared to death carried her to the school hospital. At this time, Ce pushed the door in, topped with the same full sister black eyes, brought just bought from the canteen hot porridge dishes. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into. These three girls, seems to care more about themselves than Sumi thought ah. The three of them took turns to look after Sumi for a few days after ***. The full girl is responsible for bringing food, foam to peel a number of fruits, and Aze even helped her write a lab report. Suomi spent most of her time lying on the hospital bed, staring at the white ceiling, equally bewildered inside. She still did not feel that she had become real friends with her three roommates. But at least they were sincere in their concern for me. Sumi thought nervously, worried and expectant. Is this the beginning of a future in which I will become real friends with them? Probably. I guess. Maybe.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Curse of the Snow Demon 3
As long as the prince can still love people sincerely, he will find that this so-called curse is false. "Even if the person he loves again is not you?" The young girl asked. The snow demon nodded: "Yes, as long as he is willing to continue to love, he can be saved." A person with love in his heart deserves the beauty of the rest of his life, even if the person he loves is not me, it does not matter. After that, there was only the sound of silent wind wrapped in frost scraping across the snowy mountain tops, and both girls were silent for a moment, perhaps because they realized something at the same time: according to folklore and official records, the prince who returned to the human world and inherited the throne, the curse of the frozen heart was not lifted for life. This means that he had been convinced of the curse and never gave his heart to anyone for the rest of his life. And the ice is gradually spread from the king's side, in the following thousand years, so that the whole kingdom most of the hearts of the people have a thin layer of ice. Of course all this snow demon does not know, immortal she was trapped alone on the top of the snowy mountain for a thousand years, no one dared to go up to the mountain to approach her, she is completely ignorant of what is happening at the bottom of the mountain. "I'm sorry, my magic power was about to run out when I cast the spell on the prince to save him, and I was not in good control and left the aftermath." Snow demon tone has a deep apology, "I did not expect that ice qi if not eliminated in time, but also infected out." "No......" the young girl shook her head violently, wanting to say to the snow demon that it was not her fault, but her mouth just opened, but her voice was stuck between her throat, how could not come out. "But the way to undo the curse is obviously very simple." The snow demon opened his mouth first, and there was a bit of poignancy in his voice, "As long as they are like you and can have the courage to love." Unfortunately, like the maiden can be immune to the curse of the people are always few and far between, unwilling to risk to love talent everywhere. So is the prince, and so is the world. "That's the whole story." The snow demon has returned to its original bland look, as if the narrative just told and he had nothing to do with it, "Please tell everyone the way to lift the frozen heart after you come down from the mountain." The young girl nodded in silence, and only after a while asked, "What about you?" "I can't go anywhere." The snow demon stood there alone, allowing the wind and snow to kiss her with abandon, almost melting with the ice and snow behind her, "Just stay here and keep waiting." Although the person she wanted to wait for, will never come again. The young girl bit her lips to death, holding the hand of the pendant sword involuntarily trembled. After a long time, she suddenly put down her sword and opened her arms to give the snow demon a tight hug. Her body was so cold, it was uncomfortable. And the snow demon himself, who has been enduring this cold, and how painful it should be. On the contrary, the snow demon's reaction is more bland, she gently patted the girl's back to show soothing. At this moment, she also felt the enthusiasm emanating from the girl's heart, so sincere, so familiar. The snow demon closed his eyes, his mind recalled the scene when he first met with the prince. When she would fall in love with him at first sight, is the other side of the sun-like warmth after the snow attracted. The sad thing is that what she loves is something that is destined to hurt her. *** The snow demon accompanied the young girl down the mountain for a while, until she reached the junction of the snow line and could not go down any further before stopping.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Suomi's Trouble 1
Before Su Mi went to college, she was looking forward to living in a group dormitory. A few strangers who didn't know anyone before were about to live under one roof for several years and become good friends and sisters, which was a great thing. So Sumi was the first to report to the dormitory, and also took the initiative to go to the student supermarket to buy a mop broom rag, in the dormitory to make a big cleaning. She wanted to make a good impression on the other three roommates. When the other three entered the dormitory together, they saw Sumi crouching there in sweat and dust, wiping the floor, and also happened to have broken the leather band that tied her hair, and her hair was tangled on her face. The front of the stand A Ce did not say anything, and next to the froth also just a meaningful hmm. Only the last side of the full girl smiling and poking a big head: "Hey, auntie, hard work you!" Suomi vaguely felt that she and these three roommates may not have the same brain circuit. *** Suomi's intuition was right, these three roommates are indeed different from her in every way. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing. The webcasters are also very popular. In short, we all have our own things to do, and for a while, Sumi did not even talk to the three of them. No, what about the promised happy group life? Su Mi a little panic. Nowadays, young people are popular to be so solitary? ***After a while, Sumi found out that she thought wrong. Her roommates did not go alone, A Ce will go to the cafeteria every day to eat with satiated sister, satiated sister will accompany foamy shopping on weekends to buy, foamy will be in each course to hand in the final paper to find A Ce together with the library. The three of them even created a group, every night after lights out in the dormitory, lying in bed chatting madly online. Oh. Suomi suddenly realized. So, they just ...... don't hang out with me. The heart of Sumi can really be a little stuffed. *** Later Sumi and from living next door to the dormitory gossip diva there inquired that the A Ce and satiated sister from kindergarten to high school are a class of old classmates, foam and A Ce two families are very close blood relatives, satiated sister and foam two families from too grandfather generation is a family friend. No wonder these three are so close. Su Mi thought to himself, together with the original is to love each other family, I am an outsider. A small wind blowing through, cool. *** But Sumi did not discourage, she thought that people and people's relationships are not slowly cultivated, since they came late, then do more effort well. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it, and one night, Sumi was finally added to the night chat group of the other three. Although they are talking about all sorts of things that need to be understood by heart, Suomi still can't interrupt, but at least we can get a glimpse of what these three care about on a daily basis.Sumi is particularly happy. He will also be a member of this collective family. *** But it still seems to be missing something.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Gusteau's Secret 2
Don't look at this god of food elegant appearance, extraordinary temperament, but in his early years was born from a poor fishing family, his father died in his prime, the family's situation is poor, led by his mother alone three children in the water to make a living. The family often do not even have enough to eat, ordinary people do not look up to the fish tail is naturally not dare to waste, braised paddling became a common dish on the family table, accompanied by the god of food through those difficult years, until it grew up, and through all the hardships to become a revered god of food. Listen to the people who know, Gusteau for many years has always loved to eat that braised paddling water, but in a number of years ago after the death of his mother, he did not take the initiative to touch a chopstick fish tail, if someone asked the reason, Gusteau himself is also a perfunctory answer, refused to respond positively. I think Gusteau's heart must be extremely valued this dish, but also valued his own and his mother's siblings together as a touching past, so they do not want to try this dish again, so as not to touch the pain of his mother's death. Then I will use this delicious dish from my mother to touch the heart of Gusteau. The young chef had already made up his mind at the beginning of the competition to give it a go, and at the same time felt saddened by his opponent's exhausting efforts. The most magnificent skills, but how can it compete with the most precious memories of a person's heart. *** At the moment, Gusteau has already tasted both dishes, and every move he made while tasting them fell into the eyes of everyone. When tasting the older chef's dish, his expression was approval, taste, and recognition of a chef's skillfulness. But when he tasted the braised paddling water, his expression was one of disappointment, amazement, and the complex emotion of being caught in some kind of memory. After all, this is a dish with an emotional bonus. The young chef was about to lose his inner leap of joy. This year's king of the kitchen, it is my name. But he was wrong. The results were announced and the winner was his opponent, the much older chef. The young chef was so shocked by the result that he stumbled backwards, knocking over the pots and pans on the stove, spilling oil, salt, sauce and vinegar all over his body, in a messy state, without his previous pride. The only fortunate thing among the misfortunes is probably that everyone is applauding and cheering for the new king of cooks, no one pays attention to his haphazard appearance at this moment. No one cares what happens to the loser. *** It was late at night after the award ceremony, and Gusteau was sitting in the car on his way back, resting his eyes, when his thoughts ran away and he suddenly remembered a time years ago that not many people knew about. When he saw that the young man had made braised paddling water, he guessed that someone close to him should have embezzled money or fallen into the hands of the story of his youth and braised paddling water leaked out. This story is true, but he has never revealed only half of it to the next person. When he was young, his family was indeed poor, but as a fisherman's son, not even a complete fish can not afford to eat, except for the occasional bad catch when the whole family starved, most of the time the family table can still be set out a whole fish or two. But his mother was biased and always gave the fattiest fish body and belly to his older brother and younger sister. As for his second son, who was not favored alone, he could only pick up the least fleshy and most prickly fish tail to eat every day. When he ate more, he felt disgusted and felt sick to his stomach. He thought his mother was loving to her children, but all that love was given to his elder brother and younger sister, and all that was left for him, or that he could learn, was to be cynical. Later, he grew up and relied on himself to eat the pain that ordinary people can't stand, endure the tiredness that ordinary people can't stand, and finally became a generation of food gods, he never wanted to touch that braised paddling water. Because once you see the fish tail, you can't help but remember the resentment. The resentment of the poor life, the hatred of the eccentric mother. However, when his mother was alive, in order to maintain his image as a popular god of food, in front of others, he had to continue to force himself to pretend to love the braised paddling water, until his mother passed away, he could finally escape from that nightmare full of fish tail, and no longer need to be involved. So to say that if someone is trying to get his approval on the playing field with a braised paddle, it's only a sad joke and a big misunderstanding in the sky. Of course, this remaining half of the real, Gusteau will never tell anyone. Just like the half of the fish tail, he discarded in the deepest part of his heart, let it rot and stink, completely disappear, will not be taken out to show people. He will only tell those around him about the warm and fuzzy part of the whole story, so that the public will mistakenly believe that this braised paddle represents the beautiful affection between him and his mother and siblings, ensuring that he will be celebrated and loved by more people, and that the position of God of Food will sit more firmly, and that will be enough. The car soon arrived at the residence, Gusteau got out of the car suddenly remembered that young man at the end of the game lost look, could not help but shake his head, showing a cold smile. Hey, after all, still a young man. Where can everything be thought so thoroughly, so deep.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Little rabbit's beautiful dream
The little rabbit had a very bad day. When he got up in the morning to water the radish field, he found that the biggest and most beautiful radish had been stolen by someone last night, leaving only a very ugly and big pit. At noon, he had asked his friend Shiba Inu to join him for lunch, but the other party got lost on the way here, and Shiba Inu hadn't even come around from the forest until the bunny, who had been waiting for a long time, left the appointed place in disappointment. In the afternoon the little rabbit wanted to make himself a cup of refreshing tea to calm his irritable mood, but accidentally broke his favorite little teacup, shattered through and through, and could not even stick to it. Each of these things individually is really nothing, but when they are added together, it makes the little rabbit's heart a little heavy. This will make the little rabbit can not be as usual, after the night to lie down on the bed, whirring sleep until dawn. It has insomnia and cannot sleep. After rolling over a hundred times in bed, the little rabbit simply jumped out of bed and ran to the hill next to the forest to look at the stars. As he watched, his eyes suddenly became sour. "It's so annoying." The little rabbit stretched out its paw and wiped its eyes. "It's a bad day in the world." "Why is it bad?" The one who spoke was the little fox, who saw the little rabbit staying here alone and followed him with worry. "Little rabbit, can you tell me about it?" When the little rabbit turned around and saw the little fox, all the grievances in his heart instantly came up and he told the little fox all the troubles he had encountered today. "Oh, you did have a very bad day." The little fox nodded understandingly and stretched out his paws to pat the little rabbit, "It's hard for you." "Hmph, the world is not a nice place at all today, so bad for me." The little rabbit pouted and said angrily, "I'm so angry I can't sleep." The little fox inclined his head to think, came over to the little rabbit and said, "This is not good, if you do not sleep well, the wounds of this world can not heal." The little rabbit twitched his ears in confusion: "Wounds of the world? What's that?" "Eh, don't you know?" The little fox spoke in a serious manner, "Many bad things happen in this world every day, and sometimes these facts are so bad that they will cut wounds to the otherwise beautiful world, so that it too will not be able to resist losing its temper and become not gentle and beautiful at all." "So ...... what's to be done then?" The little rabbit asked anxiously. "The world has suffered so many injuries, will it hurt a lot?" "Of course it hurts, but it can also rely on us to sleep well to cure it." The little fox mysteriously lowered his voice, "Little rabbit, I secretly tell you, every little animal has a hidden super power, as long as we can go to bed earlier every night and have a sweet dream, this beautiful dream will become the elixir to heal the world, not only to eliminate the previous wounds, but also to make the world a better place." "Really?" The little rabbit looked at the little fox skeptically, "You're not lying to me, are you?" "I'm a puppy if I lie to you!" The little fox held up his paw and seriously assured, "Punish me for turning into a little Shiba Inu like that, every time I go out, I can't find my way!" The little rabbit stared at the little fox for a while, saw the solemnity and concern in its eyes, and suddenly covered its mouth and snickered: "Then I'll believe you this time." But the little rabbit is not yet sleepy, and the little fox does not rush it, saying it's okay, I can stay here with you and watch the stars for a while. On the hillside, the two little animals leaned together and looked up at the stars blinking mischievously in the sky, decorating the whole night sky beautifully and interestingly. This made the little rabbit's original bored mood slowly calmed down, it began to feel as if everything really is not so bad ah. "Gosh, I'm getting sleepy." After a while, the little rabbit yawned and said. "Now let me use sleep to help the world heal its wounds." "Then I'll lend you my shoulder to lean on." The little fox generously lent his shoulder, "Sleep, I will keep watch over you." So the little rabbit leaned on the little fox's shoulder and fell asleep in peace. And the little fox quietly stared at the little rabbit, thinking that the other party should be doing a sweet dream it. Otherwise, the little rabbit face how to show so good smile it. The next morning, the little rabbit woke up after a full night's sleep, and opened his eyes to see the sunrise rising slowly in front of him, the beautiful sunset covered the entire sky, everywhere flowing with a brilliant orange glow, more beautiful than the world's most exquisite pictures. The little rabbit looked at all this with fascination, and only after a while did he come back to his senses and excitedly nudged the little fox next to him: "Little fox, it turns out that a good sleep really makes the world a better place!" Indeed, all those unhappy things were left behind yesterday. As long as everyone puts down their bitterness and sleeps well, the wounds that make the world sad are healed and become gentle and beautiful. The next day it will also take a beautiful sunset as a gift to thank everyone who helped it heal with a good night's sleep. The fox first looked up at the beautiful sunset and then looked at the happy bunny with a smile. This can make themselves and the little rabbit feel happy world, so good, so good.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Careless supermarket owner
Early in the morning, a man with a wrinkled face and puffy eyes came to the Qiaobei police station to report a crime, and was greeted by a young policeman. "Here's the thing," the man said, "I found out that I seem to have been duped by a con man." The young policeman, holding his pen, interrupted him politely and said, "Excuse me, what is your name?" "My name is Yongpyong." "Okay, Yongpyong. You're not from here by accent, are you? Are you from Shandong?" "Yes, my hometown is Shandong, and I came here only a month ago." "You just said you were cheated, when was it?" "About a month ago, I don't remember very well, maybe it was longer." "Why didn't you come to report it until now?" "To be honest, I wasn't sure if I was really fooled, I kept waiting for him to show up again, but after so long, I didn't hear anything from him. I wonder if I've really been cheated?" "Please tell me more about that." "You know, I'm a foreigner, a month ago, opened a small supermarket in West Street. I have no relatives here, not even a friend. Just the day after I opened, early in the morning, just after I opened the door, a tall, thin man walked into the store ......" "Was it a man?" "Yes, he took two cigarettes and a case of high-grade white wine. When he paid the bill, he stared at my face for a while and asked, 'Are you Yong Ping?' You can imagine how surprised I was, to meet someone who knew me a thousand miles from home. I looked at him carefully and felt unfamiliar, but it was déjà vu. What a damned memory I have. Then he said: 'I am also from Shandong, have you forgotten? Yongping, I'm Jianguo.' Only then did I dimly remember that there might indeed be such a person." "As far as I know, in any city, you can find hundreds of people named 'Jianguo'. Do you recognize him or not?" "That's exactly what I was wondering. But you see, he knows my hometown, and he can call my name exactly, so he must know me. But I really don't know if I know him anymore. My memory is too bad ......" "And then?" "Later, we had a nice chat, after all, it's a hometown. Finally, he said: 'Yong Ping, if I give you credit, you will not be uneasy with me, right?' How could I be uneasy with him? In this city, he was the only one who knew me. I agreed, I let him take credit for 800 yuan of merchandise, and when he left, I slipped him another 200 yuan." "Why did you do that?" "It's not just to make up a whole number. ...... Jianguo said he would pay me back in a week at most, and then buy me a drink. After he left, I have also been very excited and feel that I am not so alone here. But since then, and I don't know how many weeks have passed, I've never seen him again, and I vaguely feel that I haven't really been fooled?" "It's possible. It's not a new trick to pretend to be an acquaintance, gain trust and then cheat you out of your money. You trust people too easily." "But think about it, I just arrived here a few days ago, there is no one I know, if he is a fraud, how did he know my home, how did he know my name? What reason do I have not to trust him?" "I can tell you are from Shandong by your accent, but how in the world did he know your name? If he is really a liar, we need to figure this out first. Have you made any friends or told anyone your name since you've been here?" "No, I haven't told anyone, and I didn't have any contact with anyone before I opened the supermarket." "Did you lose your ID card?" "The ID card was always in my coat pocket." "What about your train ticket to this city? You know, the train ticket also has your personal information on it." "I came here by car." "That's strange. Well, I've taken a statement, and it's not certain whether he's a fraud or not. I'll let you know right away if there's any progress in this matter. But maybe he's really a friend of yours from back home, so you might want to wait a little longer. So, one last question, Yongping, what is the exact location of your supermarket?" "Mudan West Street, opposite the Pearly Garden Hotel." The police officer was making a statement while repeating, "Hmm? Mudan what is the name of your supermarket?"
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
A world of flowers
The first time I saw you, I had to wait for a special stage that belonged to me alone, because I was no longer alone, so I was no longer afraid to shine. The first time I faced you my courage seemed insufficient until later you became my courage to be grateful, to cherish, to continue to grow up. I've experienced being unrecognized and unappreciated, so to leave behind all the bad experiences and pressure to start over, it's not a gamble, but it does take courage. In my heart, youth is not actually defined by age, but more of a psychological toughness I was really young when I was not yet famous, and when I became famous my heart was actually long not young Identifying with the aesthetics of others is also an aesthetic Unprotected youth may be cruel, but, it can also be cool I think it's still true that some people just see one side of you, or just hear the side from the mouth of others I think I understand this very well. There are so many people who really know you and like you, why should you care about those who don't know you instead? It's not fair to them. Many people may have noticed me for different reasons during the year, and the public may have different opinions about me. But if my music can be recognized by some people and my growth can be seen, then I think what I'm doing is still worthwhile. For the label of flow, I think, from nothing to now some people pay attention to me, love me, from the beginning is not because of 'flow', but because of the stage, because of the performance, I still hope to use the work and stage to prove their space Maybe people see me, think it is a person who suddenly popped out, then, he What has he been through? What makes him? What makes him have the current popularity or people like him, but only you know, only you know what you have paid for these, only you know these years you are in the practice room, alone to turn off the lights, how many tears shed or how many times you have practiced, only you in the absence of applause and flowers, only you know how you persevere down. That's how people are, how others treat you, how you want to give back, but I don't want to do that, so I'm not going to give anyone, any age definition No matter what the world is like, we must always be kind Everyone will have times when they want to give up, depending on who persists Art gives more people the opportunity to see something different in the world, maybe the whole person's view of the world can be changed, and perhaps there are new possibilities. Because loneliness is the normal state of life, so companionship is especially precious. Without years of work, how can there be the applause of millions of people's attention? It's the moment I embrace the light, give myself an affirmation, it's my turn to go on stage, create beauty with music, is my way to talk to the world, feel the light and heat, ignite the sea of gold like a sky of stars, shining for us, want to be themselves, dare to be themselves, meet a better self At this moment, it's my turn to go on stage Some people just see your side, but there are so many people who really know you, like you, stereotypes will always There is no need to break it, as long as it does not interfere with your own life is not as good as nine out of ten, why bother with the gains and losses, and walk and cherish. Learn to be grateful, thank those who have helped us, thank those who have made our lives worse, but also thank those things and people who have made you feel bound, because they have taught us how to live, but also told us that it is good to be normal You can take me as the direction of effort and goal, but to go their own way, do not compare with anyone, and do not imitate anyone, always keep an optimistic heart, be kind and unique. Always keep an optimistic heart and be kind and unique yourself. There are many more words like this ......
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
The heartless wife
I opened my eyes to see the fire outside the window, and a pungent smoke drifted in. I realized that something was wrong and rushed to open the door to see that the landlord who lived next door was standing outside the door. He said to me with a flustered face: "There is a fire downstairs, it will burn here soon, run for your life!" After saying this, the landlord turned around and ran a "thump" to the stairs.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Life in a painting
The cartoonist drew a little girl on white paper with a round face and big eyes, looking very cute. The cartoonist who created her loved this little girl and wanted to draw her with the most cheerful smile, but when a stroke fell, the little girl's smile looked a little unhappy. It seemed a little forced, a little bewildered. The cartoonist held up the piece of white paper and looked left and right, wondering if it was because she was the only one on the paper and there were no things that could make her happy. So the cartoonist added an oversized plush doll, a delicious strawberry cake, and a fairy tale book full of beautiful stories to the little girl's hand. The little girl's smile really looks a little happier. But not happy enough. The cartoonist changed a piece of white paper and drew a little girl who had grown up, and on this paper, in addition to keeping the original fairy tale book in her hand, he also gave her an expensive Barbie doll, a beautiful bow, and a spinning wooden horse box. But the little smile that originally stayed on her face disappeared. The little girl looked at the cartoonist with a helpless face. Well? You are not satisfied with these things? The cartoonist was a little distressed, replaced the third sheet of white paper, the drawing of the little girl has grown into a girl. This time the picture has a nice dress, delicate long curly hair, and several girls of similar age, sitting with her in a flowery courtyard, enjoying a fine afternoon tea. With friends you should not be alone, right? The cartoonist thought so. Cheer up. But the young girl sitting among the group of friends did not laugh, but only clutched her fairy tale book, and her face appeared a little despondent. This is his creation, his child, as an old father he would like to give her the best things in the world, how can she not be able to show a genuine smile? After that, the cartoonist drew many more pages. On these pages, there are all kinds of beautiful things, such as cherry blossoms in spring, such as cute cats, such as luxury jewelry, such as a relaxing picnic under a clear blue sky, a lively ball in a luxurious hall. As the paper gradually accumulates into a thick stack, the main character in the drawing also grows from that round-faced little girl to a big girl, and the things she has changed one after another are the best that the manga artist can think of for her. But apart from the fairy tale book that was always there, nothing could make her a little happier. She was even a little sullen, with a faint sadness hidden in her clear eyes. What had gone wrong? The cartoonist meditated and suddenly had an inspiration. That's right, love! She needs a wonderful sweet love! The cartoonist drew a boy on the paper with great care, cheerful and handsome enough to attract the eyes of countless girls. But only the girl in the painting could not attract. When the boy appeared, she deliberately shifted her gaze to the other side, and did not look at each other more. Ugh. The cartoonist was at his wits' end, confused and guilty. Why can't he make her happy? What did she really want? In the center of the last sheet of white paper, the cartoonist drew only the girl who had grown up, and then stared at her for a long time, and did not draw anything more, but put his brush next to the girl. He whispered to the girl: What you want, it's up to you to decide. The next second, a miracle happened. The girl in the painting actually stood up, holding the brush, which was about her height, and began to draw in the blank space on the paper. Although she drew clumsily and roughly, the simple lines slowly emerged into a complete picture. It was a long road, the far side of the road leads to the vast mountains and sea, between the mountains and the sea there are strange cities, friendly friends, but also fire-breathing evil dragon, magnificent adventure. The girl deliberately drew a sword and inserted it carefully in her waist as the best partner to accompany her on the journey. Finally, the girl put down the brush, picked up the book of fairy tales that always accompanied her, and waved back at the cartoonist before following the long road to the invisible distance. With a happy smile on her face.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Secrets of the God of Food 1
Amidst the questioning eyes of the crowd, the young chef placed the contents of the pot firmly on the plate, his face smiling with pride. He was confident that he could win this dish and take the title of "King of Cooks". Even if everyone in the room thinks he can't win against the strong opponent, he has never had half a moment of weakness. After all, only he knows the secret of the main judge who can decide the final result of this competition, the Lord Gusteau. And this secret, is to help him win the weapon. *** Just now, the much-anticipated King of Chefs competition has reached its final round, and the contestants have been eliminated to only the top two. The last battle of the title, a single "fish" word. The variety of dishes, style and taste are all unlimited, the contestants only need to complete a dish with a fish point of view, to this year's competition known as the "God of Food" of the main judge to taste the screening, will be able to determine the final winner. And the winner is the king, from then on will be able to undertake the culinary world's supreme glory. While the spectators were holding their breath, the older contestant had already selected several of the most expensive and rare fresh sea fish and cut off the fattest piece of each fish's cheek with his knife, making up a thin plate and carefully preparing it. As for the other young contestant, he paced in front of the tank containing the fish and watched for a long time before picking up the net to pick up a few mackerel. The audience was suddenly talking, this green fish can be found everywhere between the river and pond, not rare, in terms of fresh meat fat is only average, compared to the other contestant's choice of fish, the quality is not a half a point. Now this is a battle of the top masters, there is no room for half-measures, this young man so choose, the initial ingredients have been inferior, is not the name of the king of chefs to give up? Even the opponent could not help but frown, but the young man is calmly flung a few live fish on the board, erected the back of the knife "clang" knock stun, followed by the knife blade, remove scales and open belly, a set of processes to go in a flowing, one-two punch, skilled and refined. But the opponent's side is also the same, both sides are expert in making knives, in this stall can not be divided into high and low. Although the crowd can afford to watch, the heart can not help but doubt: this young man is trying to win with what? The next move he made was a shock to the jaws of the crowd, but saw the knife up and down, the young man threw the fish meat and fish head aside, leaving only a few flush chopped off the tail of the fish, carefully served up. The viewer's heart muttered even more, the fish tail has always been the most unforbidden part of the fish, less meat thorns, boring, in the ordinary feast is often discarded part of the food, where on the stage. "Is it possible that you have broken the can?" Some of the spectators covered their mouths and snickered. "In the end, you are young and can't hold your breath." However, the young chef did not look half-heartedly perfunctory, sharp knife blade wandering over the fish tail, cut out neat marks, and then the wide oil into the pot of boiling hot, several fish tail side by side slide down, in the boiling oil "bared" sound, dyed a golden and charred aroma. Ginger, scallions, mushrooms, meat shame and other ingredients have been prepared, just waiting to be thrown into the pot in turn, and then the young man's hands iron spoon in a row of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar back and forth a few times, pouring into the pot, you can hear the "zhi-la" a few sounds, the first thick fragrance. The next time, the viewer sees, is a young cook leisurely upside down, the pot of fish tail in the direction of upside down beautiful flip, supplemented by the appropriate thickening, precise pouring oil, until the fish tail thoroughly cooked, the soup tightened, a traditional dish called "braised paddle water" will be complete. It must be said that this young man has a certain elegance when he cooks, and his hands and feet are all at ease, so that the viewer can enjoy a pleasant time. But no matter how good the cooking process is, this "braised paddling water" is just a home-cooked dish, even if the cook's skills are exquisite and extraordinary, how much of its taste can be amazing? Besides, the older contestant made it all the way to the finals on the basis of his real skills, and his skills and creativity from start to finish were never inferior. This time he chose the best quality fish face meat to make a light and elegant dish with first-class taste and meaning, and even the soup floating at the bottom of the plate had a jade-colored luster. In the audience's mind, the winner was already known, and now the two dishes were presented to the God of Food for tasting, just to go through the motions in accordance with the competition system. The young chef, however, did not have the decadence of the defeated, but had a vague sense of pride that he had won. Especially when he noticed the flicker of surprise in Gusteau's eyes when he faced the braised water, he felt more secure. The winner must be me. The young man hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled. *** Even before this competition, the nimble young man had managed to get through to someone in the know and learned a secret about Gusteau's past that was not known to anyone.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Milk tea river god
A passerby walked from the river, the milk tea in his hand fell into the river. The river god appeared, holding three cups of milk tea asked the passerby: "Which of these three cups of milk tea is your drop? Is it this cup of taro ball red bean flavor, is it this cup of caramel pearl flavor, or is it this cup of sencha pudding flavor?"
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
Rabbit Demon's Red Thread 1
The young Taoist priest who traveled around the world came to a small village to rest. Here the scenery is very good, the people are also simple, all families are getting along well, rarely heard of which the husband and wife relationship is tense, every day the quarrel of the chicken jumping. According to the villagers, this is thanks to the small, unnamed temple erected decades ago in the back of the mountain, where the temple is dedicated to the immortal monarch is extremely spiritual in terms of marriage. The children of each family also go to the temple before the marriage to draw a lottery, to know whether the marriage is destiny. "Little Taoist, look how handsome you are, why don't you also go to the temple to divine a fortune, maybe with which girl in our village happens to have a destiny!" The over-zealous aunt encouraged, shaming the circle of unmarried girls hiding outside the fence to eavesdrop and run away with red faces. The Taoist priest did not take offence at hearing this, smiled lightly, got up and thanked the aunt for her tea, picked up the duster, looked in the direction of the small temple, and made up his mind to go up the mountain to explore. This mountain is not high, the young Taoist priest feet and fast, not much time will reach the mountainside a flat land. In front of you is a simple temple, so narrow a small room, although nothing grand, but neat and clean, surrounded by bamboo forests, but also elegant and pleasant. The temple is not guarded, only in the hall for a wooden statue. Woodworking work is not superior, but barely visible is a male deity, poised, solemn, quite a bit of majesty. Who would have thought that such a dignified and nameless immortal monarch, is dedicated to protect the marriage. The Taoist priest looked at the poor carving, can not help but the corners of the mouth slightly curved, and see the temple for a long time in the future, simply cross-legged in front of the hall to sit up. This sitting is a whole day, until the late night, the young man in the temple still tightly closed eyes, not moving, as if the gods traveled to the void. At this time, there was a sudden movement under the altar, first from under the tablecloth to reach out a hand, grabbed the fruit cakes offered in front of the statue, hand back, and from under the tablecloth came the sound of chewing and swallowing. Stealing food seems to be starving, eating very concentrated, completely forgetting the surrounding environment. So when the Taoist priest lifted the tablecloth, that shrunken under the stage, a pair of vertical ears on the head of the white dress girl, still in a beautiful left bite of apple, right bite a corner of snacks. The smiling look remains frozen on her bulging cheeks, even if the pair of soulful and translucent eyes are full of amazement. The young girl saw the situation is not good, immediately received a pair of vertical ears on top of the head into the ordinary double ears, throwing the food in his hands to escape, but the Taoist priest lightly threw a duster to fix the body, can not move. Only behind the group did not have time to put away the plush tail still shaking in embarrassment. Hey, the original guards in this marriage temple is not the true God, but a half-assed half-fairy rabbit demon. The temple is her own, the idol is also her own carved. This will be able to receive a steady stream of offerings from the villagers, not worried about food and drink. Of course, she does not eat everyone's offerings for nothing, will use the demon power to activate the sign in front of the statue, to tell the singles who come to divine the marriage, they and the matchmaker proposed marriage between the object whether there is an invisible red line to hold. If a couple comes to pay their respects, the rabbit demon girl will exert demonic power to repair the red line of marriage for them where the wear and tear.
By Frankie C Reder4 years ago in Fiction
