(088) Fairy tales are all lies

I don't know why, whenever I feel irritable, even wearing high heels feels like I'm walking a knife.

I was overworked from stepping on high heels, and my heels felt like they were going to break, but I was too strong to die and never take off my high heels like this, and I always looked domineering.

The nurses on duty at the hospital are already completely familiar with me, because they will take the initiative to smile because they are familiar. Someone in the natural hospital also asked me if there was a reporter at the door.

But today was different, and the nurse stopped me when I wanted to go straight back to the ward.

"Miss Fang." The nurse's gentle voice stopped me.

I turned around, a little confused, for the nurse had never spoken to me before.

"What's the matter?" I still have a good smile, but the way I treat strangers is unusually kind at the moment.

"This is from a gentleman." The nurse politely handed me the paper bag.

"Thank you." I kept smiling and didn't look directly at the contents, and certainly didn't ask the nurse too much about who she was.

I guess who sent it, I should be able to guess.

"You're welcome." Miss Nurse maintained good manners.

My curiosity is not very heavy, but I also have some ideas about who is in my consciousness.

What's more, I just want to take off my heels at the moment.

The elevator can still see my depressed face, and I have forgotten what my real smile looks like.

When I got to the ward, I changed into slippers directly.

No one takes the ward as their home, and I'm a special case. Now I'm used to the smell of rosin in the hospital. If you are hospitalized without illness, you need to see a psychiatrist. Maybe what I need is not psychiatric therapy, but psychotherapy.

After changing into slippers, the whole person felt a lot more comfortable, walked to the sofa and sat down. The paper bag was placed on the coffee table. The paper bag is very simple and is a pink gift bag, there is no so-called pattern, just a simple English brand. Obviously, this English brand is not very famous, I don't know that I am extremely hypocritical now.

I took the box inside straight from the bag.

The packaging is exquisite, it just doesn't work for me.

So no matter how delicate the packaging is, it is not suitable for people like me, and I can open the box directly. But when I saw what was inside, I suddenly went into a trance.

Inside is a Disney collector's edition of the ceramic figurines, and the 12 princesses are dolls. All of them are characters from classic Disney anime.

No one would give me a doll like this. Shen Muyang won't, and neither will Yan Shaocheng.

Because I know who it is, for sure.

This comes from an extremely ridiculous past, a once stupid me. And what is the person who sent me at this moment to remind me? Remember that ridiculous time?

So Qiao Yinan, what do you want?

That's right, Qiao Yinan.

Only Qiao Yinan in this world will give me this, which stems from my past with him.

At that time I was stupid, stupid to forget that I could not believe in feelings, this belief in truth.

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While playing lottery ball, I was lucky enough to draw a disc to start.

"Congratulations, little girl, you've got a disc." The boss always spoke smoothly, and I was already nineteen years old at that time.

I was still wondering what the disc was, but my boss handed it to me.

"I've got it for you."

When I saw Cinderella printed on it, I didn't even connect it, and the whole person was resistant.

The other hand helped me catch it.

I didn't look closely at this hand in my memory, only that it was a man's wide hand.

I turned to look at the owner of the hands, a tall boy.

Qiao Yinan was twenty-two years old at that time.

I don't have too many ideas, so it's better to take away what I don't like. I didn't even say a word, took one look at it, then turned and left.

Until the voice kept calling me from behind, I blindly ignored it.

"Hey."

"Hey, you stop."

I have always maintained a steady pace, and I was not good at words at that time, and I did not like to speak. Acting differently, my pathology at the University of Political Science and Law is almost universally known.

I didn't look up at him until he blocked my way.

"Classmate, your disc." He showed me the disc, and the picture of Cinderella on it was ridiculous.

"No need."

I bypassed him to leave, but he blocked me. Still holding the disc in his hand, he handed it to me.

"Throw it away." When I saw that disc, I felt like a kind of irony.

"What?" He looked dazed.

"Throw it away." I repeat again.

"Why?" He blocked my path again, as if he had to break the casserole and ask for the end.

I didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly. Let's see when he takes a detour and lets me go.

"Girls like you should read more fairy tales." He really knew that I was abnormal, so he said such things to sarcastically me.

"You like it and you watch." What is a fairy tale for me, if I had to choose a character to describe it, I must be the witch. Ugly, spurned and ridiculed characters.

"Cinderella is actually quite suitable for you." He still doesn't like to continue this topic.

Cinderella?

If I am, what is the same? I don't have a happy ending, all I have is this verge of self.

It's just that Cinderella used to be a princess, and mine was also counted?

"All fairy tales are lies." I sarcastically mocked him. All fairy tales are about having a perfect prince to save, just a continuous emotional betrayal in my world, how to believe me.

"Why are you so extreme."

I glanced at him and turned to leave.

He didn't come along, and I thought I had dumped him.

When I got back to the dorm I found out that the disc was in my hat and he threw it in my hat.

There was no disc player in the dormitory, but I was curious to show it in the music classroom. So I skipped bed that night and finished reading it in an empty classroom.

That was the first time I had read a fairy tale, and it was only a book before. The story is vulgar, and I don't even know why I want to read it after reading it.

Since childhood, there is no company of relatives, but children who grew up in orphanages, and there is nothing that has almost come into contact with fairy tales. It's just that when I was young and ignorant, the DVD player was just as luxurious.

After that, Qiao Yinan quietly walked into my world, and of course, he left without warning. His departure was unusually decisive, as if yesterday he had sworn that he would be forever, and tomorrow there would be no trace of him.

He is telling me with facts that my Jingxian is not a princess in a fairy tale. It also made me more convinced that feelings are cages, just deceptive things.

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