Life is not a fairy tale, we all have to carry our dreams, and then rely on them for the rest of our lives, and take responsibility for them.

Every girl has her own dreams in childhood. When I was 7 years old, the teacher asked about the future ideals of every child, and I, a silly girl, had the biggest dream of becoming the bride of the person I loved, and then growing old together. At that time, I was really simple, thinking that love was so simple, like the princess prince in a fairy tale, the prince came all the way to save the princess, kissed it gently, the princess woke up, and then they got married.

But is such a thing possible in reality? The princess had no idea how much energy the prince had put into fighting the witch in the process of saving her, could it be that when she opened her eyes and saw the man at first sight, she could marry him without hesitation? So, there is this story of mine.

The story is true.

My dream since I was a child was to be the bride of the person I love, and Cinderella has always been my idol. For more than 20 years, the crystal slipper has been in my dreams, and I, like most girls who read too many romance novels, dreamed of the appearance of the prince and stubbornly believed that he would come, give me a kiss, and then we would start a happy life ever after.

If so, it will be a long time.

In the blink of an eye, it was the afternoon of July 10, 1999.

On this day, I was sorting out old things at home alone, and accidentally turned out an old box, in which I saw a pair of crystal shoes, of course, real crystal shoes, not fake and shoddy products made of glass. The crystal slipper looks like it's old. The box belonged to my great-grandmother, and I don't remember anyone in the family telling me about such treasures. The shoes were made for me, and they were just right to wear.

I didn't believe anything was going to happen at the time, I thought I had just found a beautiful pair of shoes to wear to meet someone I'd loved for a long time. I was thrilled that day and I thought it would bring me good luck.

So I carefully put away the slippers so that no one at home would know. At the same time, I found an old-fashioned grandfather clock under the box, unwound for a long time, with the hands on it pointing straight to 12 o'clock.

I don't know what this clock has to do with this crystal slipper, but I've put it away.

That night, after my parents and family had gone to bed, I couldn't help but take out the crystal slippers and the clock, and I wiped the dust off the bell, revealing the luster of mahogany, which was a good antique. There is a clockwork behind the bell.

After the clock was wiped clean, a line appeared on the side of the clockwork: "Please wind it for me." "I don't know where the power came from, and I can't help but twist the clockwork by magic. The clock began to tick and tick. I called 117 at 23:35 on July 10, so I corrected the time on the clock.

The old bell walked loudly.

Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick

The sound of a broken classic car was particularly loud in this silent night.

The window was blown open by the wind, and the cold wind blew in, and the books on the table were blown away.

I'm the only one in the room now.

My eyes fell on the crystal slipper. Beautiful crystal slippers with fine patterns on them, and the silver luster is particularly eye-catching in this dark night.

I couldn't help but put my foot in and tried to walk a few steps around the house. The crystal slipper fits my feet perfectly. It's strange that when I wore them in the afternoon, the crystal slippers were not so brand new.

With each step of the clock, ticking, I saw the crystal slipper flicker, and it grew brighter and brighter. At this moment I saw that the room was as bright as daytime. I walked to the mirror and was amazed to see myself inside, and at some point I had put on a beautiful snow-white dress, like the princess in a fairy tale. The jewelry is all precious, as well as earrings, bracelets and so on. My hair was also coiled up, and there was a silver crown on my head, shining beautifully.

I've never been so beautiful, so radiant as I was tonight. I almost forgot who I was.

That's when the doorbell rang.

Ding-dong~~~~~~~~~~~ Ding-dong ~~~~~~~~~~~

Doorbell at midnight.

It's strange that my parents were so quiet that they used to ask, "Who's the one who opened the door before me?" But tonight was exceptionally quiet.

The doorbell rang sharply, but the beauty made me dizzy. I ran out and opened the door, and as soon as the door opened, I almost fainted, and it was him standing outside the door, and behind him were 999 roses.

Then, everything happens like in fairy tales and romance novels: when to be affectionate, when to kiss, when to say sweet words, what little actions, which little gifts, are all arranged according to my dreams, just waiting for me to enjoy them with all my heart.

He was the man I had a crush on for a long time, and today he is also in love with me, and he begs me to be his bride, and he will start a happy life from then on.

We danced in the middle of the room, and his tango was so charming that it kept moving me around. I almost sweetly wanted to die in his arms. I twisted my thighs hard to make sure it wasn't a dream, and began to lose my feelings. After he kissed me deeply, I opened my eyes, only to see that the old clock was still ticking away.

It's already 23:51.

Looking at the feet again, the luster of the crystal slippers began to dim. The petals of the roses also began to wither.

I suddenly remembered the story of Cinderella, and ran to the old clock in a panic to make it stop, but the clockwork was so tight that it seemed to disobey me.

Tick Tick Tick

Tick Tick Tick

Tick Tick ~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tick

Tick Tick ~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tick

Tick Tick ~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tick

Midnight ticking.

My heart began to panic, and I saw him looking at me silently, still affectionate.

"Marry me!" He said. I was moved to tears, impulsively threw myself into his arms and hugged him tightly. I thought, whatever will happen to him after dawn, at most I will lose the makeup of my beautiful clothes. But he loved me, and I loved him. This has trumped everything.

It was 23:57.

I began to weep happily in his arms, and I could feel a kind of stability, as if the night were a gentle blanket over my already tired body. That's a feeling I've never had. I don't think every girl is so happy, not everyone can wait for the person they love like this.

His head bowed slightly, ready to touch my lips. I sweetly closed my eyes.

At that moment, I heard the piercing midnight bell.

When~~when~~~

It rang in the middle of the lonely night. Then I was amazed to see that the room was getting darker.

My bracelet is gone, and my clothes are back to their usual clothes. When I opened my eyes, it was his. It's just that it has lost its luster and warmth, and there is only cold murder and despair.

His flesh began to fall, and 999 roses began to turn into poppies, leaving behind poisonous juice that flowed bloodily all over the ground. You have to fall to the ground. He began to melt, his whole body turned red, his nails quickly pointed, and the ghost fangs pierced his lips and showed out; His clothes were torn.

In the bells.

Strangely, the bell kept ringing, as if it were more than 12 times.

I was already in a cold sweat, and I didn't dare to look at him again, but when I looked up, I saw that the old bell was slowly deformed, and the long needle stretched out sharply, and it broke away from the bell like a sword, and flew steadily into his hand.

His eyes began to turn red and his face was hideous. I was too scared to move, just staring at him blankly.

"Why," he called. "What to do~~~." The voice was sharp and cold.

"Don't you know that all beauty comes at a price, and since you have already obtained the love model you desire, we have also tailored your dreams for you, and made such a stage according to your ideals, so that you can have a good time. But, hehe, what's the point, there has never been a love in this world, just like gold will not fall from the sky. So, it's time for you to pay your price. ”

Then the demon took on its original form and began to sneer. The pointer in his hand stretched out.

The bell is still ringing.

While! ~~~~When~~~~ When! ~~~~While~~~

Tick Tick

Cinderella time. Cinderella time.

I began to scream terriblely, but my parents felt as if they were asleep, and there was no sound. Fear soon permeated my body.

Suddenly I remembered something, and began to desperately try to kick off the crystal slipper, but the shoes seemed to grow on me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take them off.

The minute hand on the old clock also fell off and turned into a dagger.

The demon grinned and approached me, and I began to cry in fright.

The slipper snapped tightly on my foot and began to tighten, tighten, and tighten again. I felt a terrible pain, but I thought I couldn't die, I could live without love, but I couldn't die. I have my parents and my job. I wondered how I could still have such a desire to fight at this joint.

The dagger was right next to me, and I suddenly went crazy, grabbed the dagger, and instead of stabbing at the demon, I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, and stabbed myself in both feet. The pain, like the pain of parting love, almost passed out in pain.

But every time I hurt, the demon took a step back in fright, and I went crazy and continued to hurt myself. I'm going to take off the crystal slipper, I'm going to take off the crystal slipper!!

The knife had cut my hamstrings, I was covered in blood, and the poppies were glowing with poisonous gas. I struggled on the ground in pain, my whole body twisted into a ball, but my hands were still bravely cutting, cutting, cutting, cutting ~~~~~

～～～～～～～～

The slippers had finally fallen off, and my feet were all gone, hanging under my calves.

As soon as the crystal slipper was taken off, the demon screamed, turned into a wisp of smoke, and drifted away. 999 The poppy also withered at once, and was powdered and blown away by the wind.

I struggled to my feet and crawled to the bathroom to wash off the blood. The bathroom mirror was facing the door, and I suddenly saw myself inside, with wrinkles on my forehead and the corners of my eyes, all drawn by the pointer. They cut a large number of annual rings on my body, announcing that my youth is dead.

But at the same time, when I saw the woman in the mirror, there was a peaceful look in my eyes - your buried love is better than everything, except for the years when love is alive.

Then I heard my own voice, drifting farther and farther away.

It's dawn.

I was pushed out of my wheelchair and no one believed that I had lost my feet like this. Everyone thought I was self-abusive.

He came to see me, as a brother and friend, but my eyes remained blank.

"I'm getting married next week." "I hope you'll come and participate," he said. ”

Yes, I have always been his little sister. Before leaving, he pulled out a beautifully wrapped gift, saying that it was a small gift for me.

I finally didn't say those precious three words to him – I love you. Perhaps, he will never know, that I am the one who loves him the most, and that I have lost my feet like a mermaid lost my tail for that terrifying midnight tango.

After all the visitors were gone, I leaned back on the bedside to open the present, thinking that I should be content with this wonderful night in my life. Of course I knew it wasn't going to be a diamond ring in this little cardboard box.

The moment the wrapper was torn open, I saw the contents of it, and the entire building heard my horrible, terrible screams.

Yikes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Then the gift falls to the ground with a loud sound.

It was a fancy little cartoon alarm clock.