Chen Feng didn't expect the dwarf to be afraid of this: "Because of what? ”

"To leave my dreams, you need to go through those two bloody doors. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info died in Si, born in Si. Only through there can one break fate. ”

"I've seen these two doors, and that's through which I entered. Perhaps, it's not as scary as you think. ”

"You must not have seen the door spirit, did you? The spirit of the Scarlet Gate is in my dreams. Only by beating it will we have a chance to get out. But the spirit is too strong for us to be its opponent. ”

Chen Feng looked at this world of birds and flowers, and did not directly refute the dwarf, but asked, "Have you ever observed where butterflies come from?" ”

The gnome shook his head.

"Do you know what a caterpillar looks like?"

The gnome nodded.

Chen Feng said: "The caterpillar is green and oily, a dense pile of hair is annoying, and it is sent under the fence as soon as it is born, even if it squirms fast, it is impossible to climb the mountain peak and appreciate the vast world." Every caterpillar is very envious of butterflies, because butterflies have a pair of beautiful wings, as long as a light fan can fly into the flowers, enjoy the pleasant fragrance, but also can fly into the sky, leave the small world, to see the world. One day, a caterpillar sees a beautiful butterfly and suddenly falls into a melancholy sentimentality, knowing that it will never grow wings, because all the companions around him are like him, without wings. It couldn't help but sigh, how good it would be if one day it could fly like a butterfly? His companions laughed at him, thinking that he was whimsical, how could a caterpillar grow wings? If a caterpillar has wings, is it still a caterpillar? However, this ordinary caterpillar, despite its sorrow, always kept the dream of flying.

Whenever he saw those beautiful butterflies waving their wings, the caterpillar would have an urge to stop clinging to the branches and leaves, but to ride the wind. But it was afraid of falling and hurting, and every time it just thought about it. In this way, it was desperate, but never put its thoughts into action. One day, the caterpillar saw a butterfly perched on a branch, and he wanted to ask the butterfly for the secret of flying. However, when it was confronted with the butterflies' bright colors up close, it felt inferior and feared ridicule, so it endured it and did not speak.

The butterfly rested enough, flapped its wings, and flew away again......"

At this point, the dwarf is already captivated by the story, as if he is the ugly, inferiority caterpillar.

Chen Feng glanced at the dwarf, the dwarf lowered his head in panic, Chen Feng did not continue to look at him, but looked at the sky and continued to tell: "Just when the butterfly was about to fly away, the caterpillar suddenly mustered up the courage to call the butterfly. Now that you've been ridiculed, are you still afraid of a second or third time? 'Can I fly like you?' You're so beautiful! The caterpillar's voice trembled slightly, and he looked very nervous. The butterfly was stunned in the air for a moment, only to realize that there was a caterpillar behind her. It smiled and asked the caterpillar, 'Don't you think you're pretty in this green dress?' The caterpillar nodded. The butterfly says, 'Your green clothes are the same color as the branches and leaves, and they will protect you better.' People may say that you are not pretty, but I think you are the most beautiful version of yourself. Beautiful or not, other animals have no right to judge, you are yourself, you are the beautiful yourself. Your beauty can only be appreciated by those who understand you. As for how to fly, you'll understand when you grow up. With that, the butterfly flew away. ”

"Ah," the dwarf's eyes lit up, but he sighed, "I still haven't told him how to fly!" ”

"At first the caterpillar was nervous and afraid that the butterfly would ignore it. When the butterfly talks to it, it is very happy. However, when it told its friends about its experience, none of the caterpillars believed it. But this time, the caterpillar was not discouraged. It always remembers what the butterfly says and looks forward to growing up. Day after day, one day, a cocoon formed on its body, and after a long wait and dark torment, it finally broke out of the cocoon. It was delighted to find that it had grown beautiful wings, and that it had finally become a butterfly, and that it could fly freely in the sky! It turns out that caterpillars are just a process that butterflies go through. And, I would like to tell you that I actually saw a butterfly emerge from its cocoon two days ago! ”

After listening to the story told by Chen Feng, the dwarf didn't say a word. Chen Feng didn't bother him, but found a secluded corner, looked at the stars in the sky, and thought to himself.

He felt that happiness was very important for everyone, but especially for those who sought freedom. Happiness is very simple, a smile can represent everything, but in life, some people feel that it is really difficult to smile.

Many of the people Chen Feng met had serious expressions and frowns from morning to night. The reason why they can't laugh is because they feel wronged and unhappy.

Life is like a long journey, walking on the road, you will always meet all kinds of people: familiar people, strange people; Those who like it, those who dislike it; Those who like you, those who hate you; Polite people, rude people; Good guys, bad guys; Rich, poor...... When you interact with different people, you will gain different moods. Half of these emotions tend to be negative. In addition, there will be such and such things, both surprising and regretful, some cheerful, some negative and depressed, some haunting and some sad...... When there are many sorrows and sufferings, people will get tired and tired, and sigh for a long time.

Chen Feng was very envious of those who enjoyed themselves. Deal with things with a peaceful attitude, become strong in the face of difficulties, do not bow to setbacks, and at the same time keep your dreams. In the complex secret realm, not every secret person can become a secret venerable, a secret sect, or even a secret master. However, a mystery, a mycromancer, is also entitled to have his own happiness.

Just when Chen Feng was sighing, the dwarf finally shouted: "I've decided, fight again!" If I can rush out, I must live my own wonderful life; If not, I'll resign myself to my fate. ”

Chen Feng couldn't help but smile when he looked at the dwarf's appearance. How precious it is that a person who deceives himself in dreams all day long can make up his mind! A caterpillar finally has a dream of becoming a butterfly.

The strong have the pain and happiness of the strong, and the mortal has the pain and happiness of the mortal. Ordinary people are like a grain of sand in a river, small and ordinary, unable to set off the wind and waves, blocking the river, but they can determine their mood. Isn't it?

The dwarf did not hesitate to set off, and Chen Feng did not want to delay, for fear of killing his enthusiasm. When he walked down the hillside, Chen Feng pointed to the brightest star and said, "Look at that star, it may also turn into a meteor and fall tomorrow night." However, even if it is no longer able to shine, even if it is deep in the mud, it will remember the bright moment when it looks down on all beings!