The Sleeping Witch 2
At the moment, she looked at the knight with an expression as if to ask: "Who are you looking for?"
At the moment, she looked at the knight with an expression as if to ask: "Who are you looking for?" "Uh ......" the ever talkative knight suddenly ran out of words, "...... I'm here to find the cursed girl." "I am." The other party's short sentence directly on the knight produced a petrifying effect. Hey hey, this is not the same as the promised. Why not a princess but a witch? Why is it still a calm and low-key scholar-like? Where is the big villain that needs to be defeated? And what is the evil curse? Who will explain what has gone wrong here? Countless question marks whistled from the knight's mind, but he still tried his best to stay calm and grabbed the point: "Say, you ...... shouldn't you still be asleep?" "I've been sleeping for ten years." The witch shrugged blandly, "The curse lifted naturally woke up." The knight laughed dryly twice, and his brain was crowded with a hundred thousand reasons. Probably see through his confusion, the witch did take the initiative to do some explanation, but not with words, but knocked on the magic mirror hanging on the wall, so that it directly display the picture of the past events. The following is the true history of what the knight saw in the magic mirror: A long time ago, there was a black witch with boundless power in the world, who boasted of being the highest academic witch in the entire witch world, occupying the core pages of the major journals in the witch academic world with her superb magic power and appalling research ability, and the impact factor of the papers she published every year was a big jump from other wizards. The Black Witch felt proud of this. However, the magic mirror told her a terrible prophecy that the boy of her soon-to-be-born son and daughter was just a mediocre and super handsome boy, while the daughter was a rare witchcraft genius. Someday in the future, the girl will conquer an academic problem that even the Black Witch cannot conquer, publish a world-renowned heavyweight paper, and surpass the Black Witch in academic influence. This is confident to almost arrogant black witch can not stand, she decided to curse her daughter ...... "Wait." Listen to the half-understood knight than a pause gesture, "the real mother curse their own daughter? According to the plot setting of our fairy tale world, the Black Witch should not be your stepmother only?" "Legends always spread falsehoods." The young witch shook her head in disbelief, "She is indeed my real mother." The knight, whose outlook had been shaken to the core, signaled to continue. After all, it is a biological, black witch does not want to poison their own daughter, but also not willing to give up this academic big brother NO.1 status. She meditated for a long time and came up with an incomparably witty curse patch: the curse will only take effect when her daughter's research ability exceeds hers, and her daughter will fall into a coma as a result and will not stay in the academic world to compete with her head-on ...... This curse shocked the sword in the knight's hand to the ground. "It's ridiculous." He was indignant at the curse the witch had suffered, "Did your father not raise any objections to this?" The witch did not answer, but only reached out and pointed to a corner of the magic mirror image. The knight looked in the direction she pointed, and there was a male character hidden in that corner, and a closer look - one had to look very closely, because the space he took up was so small - would reveal that the man with the crown on his head held up a "I am her father" sign.
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The boy who picked up the meteor 2
Luckily, the teenager stayed in the mountain for a long time, familiar with the mountain environment, led the girl into a cave, raised a campfire, barely able to bake a frozen hands and feet. No wonder no one is willing to come to the mountains to pick up meteors, such suffering who can not eat. The young girl shivered and lamented towards the teenager. How did you manage to last so long? Because the city is as cold as the mountains. The young man replied in a somewhat hesitant tone, but also frank. Not the more people in the place, the warmer it is. The young girl was stunned, perhaps remembering the tumultuous affairs that took place in her mother's ward during these days, and after a while, she nodded: You are right. No one said anything else for a while, both of them were lost in the campfire, only the firewood was burning and snapping. It was only when the teenager sitting against the cave entrance was urged to sneeze by the cold wind coming in from outside that the girl came back to her senses and gestured to the teenager to come closer to her. Teenagers still do not know why, the girl has untied the long scarf around her neck, half to the teenager's neck set. The teenager seems to be stunned, dumbfounded by the girl with the scarf at the same time around the two, his shoulders and her close together. This way it will not be so cold. The young girl said softly, there is an imperceptible shiver in the tone of voice. The young man tilted his head shamefully, his hands were so nervous that he didn't know where to put them, and his face was slightly burned by the campfire. The winter is coming to an end, the snow on the mountain also began to thaw, but the mood of the teenager did not follow the warm weather together with the light up. The young girl no longer comes every night, but only once every many days, the smile on her face is less and less, and finally has almost disappeared. Without asking, the teenager knew that her mother's condition was not good. But he could do nothing but repeat, hand in hand, as the young girl shed tears of worry in front of her, that the meteor would come soon, really ...... Then the meteor did come. In a clear weather late at night, a meteor pierced the night sky, after flashing, disappeared somewhere on top of the mountain. The young man and the young girl stood up at the same time, the young man pointed to the direction of the disappearance of the meteor to the young girl said: you go there to find it, I go elsewhere to find. But ...... young girl but hesitated. You do not go over with me to find? Ha ha, who said the meteor must fall over there it. The teenager backed up pretending to be relaxed. I heard that they are very stupid, no sense of direction, always fall in strange places. The young man turned around and ran in the opposite direction, and kept running and running, and stopped only when he reached a place where the girl could not see. Just give her precious wishes like this ...... teenager scratched his head and sighed in relief. I don't have any special wishes anyway. As a result, something suddenly hit the teenager's head. It hurts. The teenager frowned and looked down, saw a meteor fall near his feet, a flash of light, emitting a dazzling light. The teenager who picked up the shooting star had mixed feelings. Legend has it that only the first person to find a shooting star can use it to make a wish, and can only make a wish directly related to their own, forwarding it to others is useless. Looking at the glowing shooting star in his hand, the wish that had obviously been abandoned came to mind again, and the boy suddenly realized that he was not so selfless and free, in the end there are still many things that he wanted. So what is the thing you want most, what is it? The teenager was torn for a long time, and finally held the shooting star in his hand, closed his eyes, thinking about what he wanted most, and made a wish. *** Many days after the night the shooting star came, the girl did not come back to the mountain, the cold mountain top, and only the teenager left alone. But he did not seem to be waiting for the shooting star, many times, just stare at the clear starry sky froze. Obviously the same as before. The teenager covered his chest, where there was an inexplicable hollowness. But it was actually different. Where exactly is the same? A familiar voice came from behind the teenager. I have to be there to be the same! The teenager turned around and saw the young girl standing a few steps away with a slight anger, a little weak: Is your mother's illness over? Yes, before I was busy welcoming her home from the hospital. The young girl replied. The doctors say it's a miracle. That means the shooting star you picked up can really grant wishes, that legend is true. The teenager rushed to say. Congratulations. Young girl but full of doubt: that night I picked up a shooting star, it seems to be the second one that fell behind. Is it? Ha ha ...... teenager laughed dryly twice. You must be mistaken, how can two meteors fall in a row in one day? If someone uses the first meteor to wish for a second meteor to fall from the sky, then it is possible. The young girl pouted and stared at the teenager, looked at the teenager's heart hair, want to turn around and run. Forget it. Young girl suddenly no longer pursue, simply sat next to the teenager. You can continue to wait for the next shooting star with me? The young man was surprised: What else do you wish? Want a boyfriend. The young girl buried her head, the voice muffled. Better ...... like this fool in front of me. The teenager blinked. A breeze blew over the top of the mountain, no longer the harshness of the winter night, but with the warmth of the spring night. The young man spoke cautiously: In fact, this wish, without the meteor can also be achieved. The young girl did not speak, but the head raised, she quietly looked at the teenager, eyebrows all happy smile. The young man also looked at each other, just feel the whole chest is filled by the girl's smile, and sweet and warm. The shooting star can really help people to achieve their wishes. Such a smile, is what he wants most ah.
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