Qianling still tried all kinds of ways to try to learn to fly, standing on high rocks and platforms, jumping down again and again, falling and bruising her nose and face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, how could she, who didn't even have wings, learn to fly?

"Xiaoling, flying is actually a kind of faith. ”

Grandpa took her to his lap and sat down, stretched out his wizened hand and wiped the ashes from her face.

"As long as you sincerely believe in it, and always have the dream of flying, one day, you will definitely have your own blue sky. ”

"Grandpa...... I'd love to believe it, but ...... I don't think I'll ever be able to grow wings for the rest of my life. The little face wrinkled in frustration, and she drooped her head listlessly.

"Hehe, girl, look at your forehead?" Grandpa smiled and reached out to hand her a small mirror and pointed to her forehead.

Qianling took the mirror suspiciously, lifted the hair on her forehead, and looked sideways for a long time, but didn't find anything unusual.

"You try to condense the light on your forehead. ”

Although Qianling has no wings, she is also an angel.

She closed her eyes, and a faint white light gradually appeared at the center of her eyebrows, as thin as mist.

In the midst of the white light, the pale green light at the center of the eyebrows slowly emerged, and the faint light flickered, but it was very clear.

It was a small green leaf, tender and green, with four small round leaves.

"What is this?" she blinked, when did she have this pattern on her forehead?

"This is a feather gift, just like a birthmark, every angel will be imprinted with a feather gift when they are born, which is a unique symbol of your angelic status and a source of strength. ”

"Yuci?" She looked at the pale green blades of grass that shimmered on her forehead in the mirror.

"Everyone's feather gifts are different, most of them are mainly flowers and trees, such as rose feathers, rose feathers, and there are also item-type and bird-beast feathers. Different feathers have different effects, and the power they can exert is also different. ”

"Does Grandpa have a feather ci too?"

"Grandpa is old, long gone. Grandpa smiled faintly.

"But what can Yu Ci say?" she reached out and poked at the pale green leaf on her forehead.

"Feathers, as the name suggests, are the power given by wings, which can be understood as being born with wings. ”

"Since you have a feather gift, it is only a matter of time before you grow wings. ”

"Really, really!" Qianling was so startled that she was about to jump up, her amber eyes wide open, overflowing with joy.

Grandpa looked at her ecstatic and nodded with a kind smile.

"Great! So one day I'll be able to fly too!" Qianling jumped off her grandfather's lap and ran around him like a cheerful little sparrow, as if she had received the most precious gift in the world.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" Qianling leaned over and grabbed Grandpa's arm tightly, her face flushed slightly with excitement, "Then what do I need to do now?"

Grandpa smiled and stroked her head:

"You girl, just live happily every day. ”

"Hahaha grandpa is so nice!" Qianling jumped up and hugged her grandfather's neck and laughed happily.

For the first time in all these years, she laughed so happily and with relief since she came to the Rose Garden.

"But...... This leaf looks useless, does it also have the ability?" Qianling seemed to remember something, and frowned as she looked at the pale green leaf on her forehead in the mirror.

Grandpa leaned over and took a closer look, and a glimmer of brilliance suddenly overflowed in his eyes:

"It's a four-leaf clover. ”

"Clover?" she tilted her head.

"It's a little grass that symbolizes good luck," Grandpa nodded, "and it's perfect for you." ”

"Lucky?" she pursed, "but I've always been unlucky, and even sometimes even the people around me are dragged down......"

"Hehe, luck often goes hand in hand with suffering, girl, this four-leaf clover will protect you, but the most important thing is that you can't give up yourself. ”

Grandpa spoke earnestly.

"Well, I'm not going to give up!"

I will never give up again.

Qianling reached out and stroked the pale green four-leaf clover on her forehead, her amber eyes overflowing.

As my grandfather said, luck always comes with suffering.

She walked through the thorny fields, and every step was painful and bloody.

In the midst of the pain, pure white flowers gradually bloomed.

It's another cold winter, and heavy snow covers the houses and ground, and Ellens has become a city of ice and snow.

Grandpa's physical condition is getting worse and worse, and his cough is getting worse and worse, and he can't even get out of bed.

Qianling boiled medicine every day and brought it to her grandfather and helped him take it, but his condition did not improve in the slightest.

"Xiaoling, don't give up. ”

Outside the window, the snow falls quietly, and the world is silent.

Grandpa was lying on the bed, a little scary, his old and thin hands held her tightly, and he told her again and again, with worry and encouragement in his eyes.

The snow was long, and Grandpa passed away quietly, like a snowflake falling, and like a dead leaf swept away by the wind, leaving no trace.

This time, Qianling didn't cry.

She buried her grandfather on the hillside where they used to bask in the sun, and erected a long vertical stone in front of the grave, and since she did not know her grandfather's name, she carved the word "grandpa" on the stone crookedly.

"Grandpa, you can go with peace of mind, I will take good care of myself. She knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed three times.

Faith and never give up.

Probably finally made up her mind, and no longer had anything to worry about, returning to the Rose Garden, Qianling packed her luggage, took the little pig piggy bank, and finally decided to leave.

A new life begins.

In the past few years in the Rose Garden, Qianling has saved some money by relying on odd jobs, but she only barely supports herself for a few months.

During the day, she tirelessly searched for work, and sometimes went to the free library in Tianshui District to read books and learn some knowledge and skills.

Despite the savings, the money was still spent, not even for accommodation.

At night, she often runs to a brightly lit square and sits on a chair to read. Sometimes I look sleepy, so I sleep on a chair with my clothes on.

There was no fixed place to live, and every day was full and hungry, but although the days were difficult, there were no bullies and beatings in the Rose Garden.

She is like a little chick who grows little by little in countless falls, no longer complaining, no longer stopping, no longer confused. Run forward one step at a time, with faith in your heart, and never give up.

With the faint green brilliance of the four-leaf clover, a pair of snow-white wings finally arrived.

It was a pair of small wings, clean and light, nimble and agile.

It's like having a unique life, a unique soul, always carrying her on a rampage and fluttering everywhere. It took a long time for Qianling to "tame" these not very obedient wings.

The wind is the most gentle pair of hands that gently support her body and send her into the blue sky.

The flowing breeze gently blows under my feet, and my feet are itchy.

She flew over the eaves, over the towers, and sat on the high branches, shaking her legs overlooking the floating islands.

The town became so small and dense, and the twelve sacred palaces among the ethereal clouds were close in front of you, and the cool waterfalls poured down from the twelve palaces, accompanied by fragrant flower petals.

The snow-white feathers fluttered gently, and she stretched her wings as far as she could, levitating in the air and taking a deep breath.

Her body has never been so light, the blue sky is her cradle, the white clouds are the comfortable and soft bed, and every cell in the body is singing happily.

It turns out that flying is such a happy thing.

Thank you, Grandpa.

Without your encouragement, Xiaoling would not have been able to wait for this day.

If Grandpa was still around, how nice would it be to look at her wings and watch her fly freely in the sky like a bird?

It is like a long cold winter has finally passed, the ice and snow have melted, and a bright spring has been ushered in.

Finding a job is finally no longer a difficult task.

Running errands for shops, working in bakeries, collecting fruits and vegetables...... Qianling is diligent and down-to-earth, as if she has inexhaustible energy, and she works several jobs in a row every day, from morning to night.

Life finally began to smile at her.

Later, with the money saved from her part-time job and a rare piece of good luck, Qianling bought a small house from an old couple at an extremely cheap price.

Although it is small, it is a warm place to live, and it is no longer homeless.

A lamp, a small table, a small bed, a delicate little silver wind chime......

She struggled to weave her warm nest and keep it in order.

On a clear day, she always likes to bask in the warm sunshine, gliding down from Ellen Is, running happily like a newborn deer in Galandelle.

Later, she also picked up an abandoned little black cat and named it "Brown Sugar".

Later, she met the little boy with silver hair and ice eyes.

He was only five years old, beautiful and beautiful, but without wings.

Perhaps out of guilt and longing for Xiao Yu, she decided to protect him well and do everything to be good to him.

Unexpectedly, it was a big joke that God played on her.