Sister, isn't this story very familiar, that's right, I'm the little daughter, my defect is disability, now, my sister, for so many years, have you always felt that your mother is biased, reading this, do you still think your mother is biased? That's why I hate your sister, and I've hated you for so many years, ever since I knew what had happened back then. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Do you remember that you always wanted fairy tale books when you were a child, in fact, your mother bought them for you, but every time I hid them before you found out, and when my mother asked, I said that I wanted to give them to you personally, but in fact, these books have been hidden by me, because I hate you, I hate you, I want you to be unhappy, I want you to feel that you are an abandoned girl, and then you left, I thought that everything I did was so boring, and now I return all the books to you, you and I don't owe each other when we see it.

"Cinderella, Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood" Yan Geling looked at these three books, and under the letter it turned out to be these three books, it turned out that Dong Manli had always loved her, but she had misunderstood her mother for so many years, and Yan Geling was very remorseful.

"Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales? What is that" Bi An asked puzzled, he naturally couldn't have read a fairy tale, Fan Wu didn't know and shook his head, they were looking for him in Yan Geling's room, since this book was left to Yan Geling by Dong Manli, then she must have kept it, and finally in the bookcase, Fan Wu and Bi An found the book, although there was dust on it, it was well preserved, but strangely, none of them were opened.

"Why don't you take it apart?" Bi An was a little puzzled, but Fan Wu said: "You see this is what Yan Geling wanted when she was very young, it is likely that this is a very popular story for them, just like the drama stories we heard back then, although we don't know, but Yan Geling definitely knows,"

"Then let me take it apart and take a look" Bi An said curiously, in fact, he had heard this, after all, he had lived as Wang Ergen's cousin, but at that time, he had lived directly since he was eighteen years old, and naturally it was impossible to contact fairy tales.

Bi'an began to read, and the plot of Cinderella was like this: "Once upon a time, there was a rich man's wife who was seriously ill, and before she died, she called her only daughter to her side and said, "Good daughter, after my mother goes, I will guard you and bless you under the Nine Springs." With that, she closed her eyes and died. She was buried in the garden, and the little girl, a pious and kind girl, went to her mother's grave every day to weep. Winter came, and the snow covered her mother's grave with a white blanket. The spring breeze blew, and the sun took off the silver wraps on the grave. Winter went to spring, people changed, and his father married another wife. The new wife brought her two daughters with her. They are beautiful on the outside, but they are very ugly and evil on the inside. When they arrived, it was the beginning of the suffering of the poor little girl. They said, "What do you want such a useless bucket to do in the hall?" Whoever wants to eat bread has to earn it himself, so get out into the kitchen and become a kitchen maid! Then he took off her beautiful clothes, changed her into an old gray coat, laughed at her mischievously, and drove her into the kitchen. She was forced to do hard work. Every day before dawn, she got up before dawn to carry water, light a fire, cook, and do laundry, and she also had to endure the neglect and torture of her sisters. At night, when she was so exhausted that she did not even have a bed to sleep in, she had to sleep in the ashes by the stove, and she was covered with ashes, dirty, and ugly, and for this reason they called her Cinderella. Once, when the father was going to the bazaar, he asked his wife's two daughters what he wanted to bring back to them. The first said, "I want beautiful clothes." The second shouted, "I want pearls and diamonds." Then he said to his daughter, "Son, do you want to do it?" Cinderella said, "Dear father, break me the first branch of the tree that touched your hat on your way home." When the father returned, he brought back the first two daughters with the beautiful clothes and pearl diamonds they wanted. On the way, as he passed through a thick wood, a hazel branch touched him and almost swept off his hat, so he broke it off and took it with him. When he returned home, he gave the branch to his daughter, who took it to her mother's grave and planted it beside it. She wept at the grave three times a day, and every time she wept sadly, the tears kept dripping down the branches, watering it, and soon the branches grew into a beautiful tree. Soon a little bird came to build a nest in the tree, and she started talking to the bird. Later, whatever she wanted, the birds would bring her. In order to choose a fiancée for his son, the king prepared a three-day grand banquet, to which many young and beautiful girls were invited. The prince intended to choose one of these girls at the ball as his bride. Cinderella's two older sisters were also invited to attend. They called her and said, "Now come and comb our hair, polish our shoes, and tie our belts, and we are going to the king's ball." When she had dressed them up as they had requested, she couldn't help crying, because she wanted to go to the ball herself. She begged her stepmother to let her go, but she said, "Ouch! Cinderella, you want to go too? What are you wearing? You don't even have a dress, you can't even dance, what kind of prom do you want to go to? Cinderella kept pleading, and in order to get rid of her, the stepmother finally said, "I will pour this pot full of beans into the ash heap, and if you pick them all out in two hours, you can go to the feast." With that, she poured a pot of beans into the ashes and walked away. Cinderella had no choice but to run out of the back door and into the garden and shouted, "Pigeons and turtledoves that skim the sky, fly!" Fly here! Happy birds, come on! Fly here! Come and help me, everyone, and quickly pick out the beans in the ashes! "The first to fly were the two white doves that came in from the kitchen window, followed by the two turtle doves, and then all the little birds in the sky chirped and flapped their wings and flew to the ash heap. The little white pigeon lowered its head and began to pick it up in the ash heap, one by one

Pick the ground, keep picking! The other birds began to pick, one by one, and kept picking! They took all the good beans out of the ashes and put them on a plate, which took only an hour to finish. After she thanked them, the birds flew away through the window. With excitement, she went to her stepmother with a plate, thinking that she could go to the dance banquet. But she said, "No, no! You sloppy girl, you don't have a dress, you can't dance, you can't go. Cinderella begged her again to let her go. This time, the stepmother said, "If you can pick two bowls of beans like this out of the ash heap within an hour, you can go." (To be continued.) )