The genie in the cupboard

First, New Year's Eve met the old jar

The sound of firecrackers rang in the air in fits and starts.

The Star walked alone in the deserted street with his sausage, calculating that, after the one he had already eaten, he could eat the remaining sausage nine times, and save a little, perhaps, to survive the coldest days.

Xing Xing is a stray dog, a stray dog that was thrown away by its owner on New Year's Eve. Its owner, a young man from the countryside named Xiao Qiang, is going to work in another city. He said to the star: "You were picked up by me. When I came to this city, I was very lonely, and I met you wandering in the street. Loneliness to loneliness, I have a bite to eat, also have you a bite. But now I'm going, and you're on your own. ' Before the master left, threw a piece of sausage to the star, "eat and go quickly." Xiao Qiang hurried to the train, forgot to look back, until the train out of a good far, he saw a small running ideas, like stars......

The cold wind whistled like a knife across its face. Xing Xing's body was shaking, his limbs were numb, and he felt that he could not walk any further. You have to find a place to warm up.

At the mouth of an alley by the road, under a big pagoda tree, there is a shabby hut, which is a small business kiosk selling newspapers and magazines. The owner is going home for the Spring Festival, the door is locked, and the door is on all sides.

The star could not bear the cold, so he came close to the cabin. He found a round hole in one of the door panels which he could easily get through.

Inside, there were piles of newspapers and magazines. There was no wind, and near the corner of the room, a great mass of newspapers was spread out like a small bed.

Suddenly something moved behind the star, and its butt touched something soft and bulging.

The star turned its head nervously. It almost stopped breathing. Behind it, in the gap between the piles of newspapers, hid a man.

Not a dog, or any other small animal, but a man.

It was the first time the stars had seen such a short and fat man, smaller than a dwarf.

The star in the small strong work site, saw a dwarf, boiling water in the boiler room. The dwarf was also big and small.

Can be in front of this person, much shorter than the dwarf, also more than a foot tall, belly bulging, and height about the same. It had no neck, and its very small head was almost joined to its shoulders. It looked like a round jar, and the stars gave it a name in their hearts: Old Jar.

"You don't bite, do you? "Asked the old pot, glaring his eyes.

The star took a surprise: he actually talked with himself, with the language is not human.

"Are you a dog, too?" "Asked the star.

"No, no, how can I be a dog? Of course, I'm not human." The old can hesitated, then turned and pointed his bulging bottom at the star. "See?"

The STAR hesitated for a while: "SEE, saw YOUR BOTTOM."

"No, look up, look at my back, see?"

"I saw your back."

"Well, I can't do it without expending some energy." The old pot sighed, and something slowly lit up on his back.

Is a small pair of meat wings, meat bulging, like two thick small leaves. But it's a wing, and it can move, and it flaps gently.

"Little meat wings." The stars cried in surprise.

"Ah, you see at last." The old pot said proudly, "I am a fairy, and fairies have wings."

"Ah, you are immortal?"

"That's right. Do you know what fairies are?"

The star has heard of some, its original owner Xiaoqiang often went to buy lottery tickets. "May the gods bless you," he muttered as he filled in the numbers. Occasionally won a prize of one or two hundred yuan, will be beaming, "it seems that the gods really bless me."

The star thought about it and said, "The gods can bring luck to people."

"You're absolutely right." The old jar nodded and smiled.

Ah, it met the fairy. The star was very excited. "Can you make me warm? I'm cold now."

"Of course. But you have to pay the price." The old pot stared at the star with the sausage on his mouth.

The star bit off a third of the sausage and handed it to the old pot.

With a grunt, the old pot swallowed.

"Jump!" A puff of white gas came out of his mouth, and the space around him suddenly became bright. The star found himself in the cockroaches' house, lying on an old cotton pad, his belly warm from the small stove...

Soon, however, the stove and the cotton pad disappeared, and he was back in the cold wooden room, where a cold wind blew.

"Just for a little while?" Ask the stars.

The old pot nodded, looking again at the star sausage.

The star bit off half of the sausage and handed it to the old pot. "I'm hungry. Give me something to eat."