"Do you know, from the day I met you, I planted a wish in my heart......"

The witch sat down on the ground, her face tilted up, and she stared at the scarred man in front of her, two lines of crystal tears sliding down her cheeks.

Fifteen years ago.

The witch rode her broom around the sky and saw a cloud of black smoke in the distance.

She flew to the source of the black smoke to inspect what had once been a village, now in ruins, broken walls and ruins, and the smell of burnt wood and blood in the air.

She rummaged through the ruins for a long time and eventually found a surviving little boy under a large water tank.

The witch picked him up excitedly.

The five-year-old boy was in tears in the air and asked tremblingly, "Female...... Aunt Witch, will you eat me? ”

The witch wrinkled her beautiful willow eyebrows, pinched his fair cheeks, and said, "Call sister!" ”

At this time, a group of villagers with hoes and sickles rushed over.

From afar, they saw the little boy in the witch's arms.

The crowd burst into shouts.

"Quick, catch her! It must have been the witch who ruined the village! ”

"My God, who can save that poor child!"

Seeing the villagers coming, the witch hurriedly picked up the little boy, mounted a broom and flew away.

Soon after, the witch was accused of slaughtering the village and wanted by the whole country.

She didn't care about this, and played a game of cultivation in his magic hut, where he taught the little boy how to mix potions and sense magic every day.

As soon as he was lazy, her wand would strike him on the head mercilessly.

It's just that whenever the witch wanted to teach him a lesson, he covered the top of his head with his chubby little hands, and stared at her pitifully with his big watery eyes.

As a result, the punishment of witches is often halfway.

Such days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the boy grew up.

By the time he was twenty years old, he had grown much taller than the witch, who could barely touch his forehead on tiptoe.

She could no longer hit the top of his head as much as she wanted, and whenever she wanted to punish him, he would simply hold his arm down on the witch's head, and no matter how much she waved her wand, she couldn't touch him.

The witch had no choice but to hide in her study and sulk while flipping through "A Hundred Ways to Cook for Men".

Whenever this happens, he will cook her favorite omelet rice, and watch her dotingly and eat a whole plate of omelet rice while arrogantly saying that it is not delicious.

It was shopping day, and he rode his broom out to buy ingredients, and she stayed at home and flipped through the books boredly.

Suddenly, a flaming arrow shot in.

The defensive circle on the witch's black robe triggers instantly.

She blocked the arrows and floated outside the house with her staff.

That's a whole bunch of bounty hunters, and there is no shortage of professional witch killers among them.

"Is it finally here?"

When he returned with a pile of ingredients, the house was in ruins, the witch was standing on the ground with her wand, her robes in tatters, and her fair skin was covered with red blood.

The witch looked up at him, anger burning in his eyes.

"Fuck off! Don't get in the way here, little kids! ”

The witch yelled at him.

He walked slowly to her, touched her head, and said, "It's been fifteen years, and I still don't know you." ”

He took his wand and turned his back to her and said, "You know, from the day I met you, I planted a wish in my heart......"

Before he could finish speaking, countless arrows were fired at him, his wand flashing, standing in front of him to fend off all attacks.

The witch sat down on the ground, her face tilted up, and she stared at the scarred man in front of her, two lines of crystal tears sliding down her cheeks.

The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time, but his wand finally broke, and there were very few bounty hunters standing opposite.

"If we work harder, as long as we bring back this witch's corpse, we will have a bounty that we will never spend in our lifetime!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrow shot at the witch.

He flew in front of her, hugged her tightly, and blocked the arrow with his back.

At this moment, a knight galloped over on horseback, and he shouted to the bounty hunters: "The king has decreed, the culprit of the slaughter of the village has been caught, it is a group of bandits, and the witch is not guilty!" Witches are not guilty! ”

The witch wept and touched his cheek, which was losing its blood.

"Why...... Why? ”

He smiled, touched her forehead dotingly, and said, "The wish I planted is ...... Protect you, for a lifetime. ”

He stood up with his back to the bewildered crowd, picked up the witch sideways, and slowly left.

The witch was held in his arms in the posture of a princess, and she said, "Is it okay with your injury?" ”

He smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll take out the arrow in a while, and you can treat me with magic." ”

"I ...... Where are we going. ”

"Together, let's find a new home."

Good night

Good morning

Zhihu: Impermanence

Two

With harsh winters all year round, and the roads leading to Ishtaman surrounded by snow-capped mountains, the indigenous people here and the inhabitants of Ishtaman have a world of disparity. Morzpuka is located in the middle of the mountains, with endless forests and snow-capped mountains and many large and fierce long-haired beasts, so the inhabitants of this place have built their own dungeons in the snow-capped mountains in order to save their lives and not be eroded by the cold and snow. On top of the towering snow-capped mountains, a young girl with short green hair, dressed in the leather suit of a local beast, climbs upward. It's good that a normal person can come up at this dangerous height, and not only does she look relaxed, but she doesn't even take a breath of air. I saw that the higher she climbed, the more difficult it became, and a stone alone was already several times higher than her. But this did not cause any burden to her, and a huge witch's hat slowly appeared on top of her head, which was transparent and had some blue accents, as if the hat contained a small universe. Her feet slowly left the ground and began to fly directly to the top of the mountain.

The girl stood at the top of the mountain and looked at Molzpka, which was blocked by the mountains, and the undissipating mist surrounded the white snow and black dead wood, and from time to time the sound of wild beasts calling. Lifeless, yet full of mystery and danger. On the other hand, the other side of the snow-capped mountains is that it is in the spring season all year round, and the heavy cotton clothes are only worn by them when they go to the camp at the bottom of the mountain, and all kinds of nobles wear gorgeous skirts to shuttle through the streets, and there are fruit sellers, vendors selling all kinds of delicate weapons, wandering poets, street performers performing talents, magic academy students rushing to class, and aristocratic ladies who go out for a walk in the morning. There are happy smiling faces everywhere, and the people in Isttaman are happy, and there are very few poor families, such a scene is simply a world of difference compared to the snowy people on the other side of the snowy mountains, it is too ironic. She sprinted straight down from the top of the mountain. A pattern resembling a magic circle appeared at her feet. Starting from the feet, the yellow low leather boots turned into silver-white gem-encrusted heels. Passing through the lower body, the long black skirt turned into a white silk dress, and the outer layer was wrapped in a layer of gold silk yarn that shone in the air. Through the upper body, the orange-red coat with beast fur and the black undershirt on the inside turned into the upper part of the bandeau skirt, and the gold silk ribbon on the chest was attached to the back and gently placed on the arm. There was also an extra pearl necklace around his neck. Only the black line mark on the neck has not been removed. Passing through the top of his head, the short green hair turned into a fiery red hair, the simple black studs on the ears turned into luxurious golden earrings, and the dark red eyes contained many secrets that people could not see. In just a few seconds, she went from a simple resident of Molzpka to an Eastman aristocratic girl. The noonday sun shines on the campus, and all kinds of strange magical plants are planted around the unique Istmann love butterfly, where there are beautiful things, there is this kind of butterfly with a heart shape on its wings, so everyone calls it the love butterfly, it is a symbol of beautiful things. The girl was playing hide and seek with the sun, and as if she hated the sun, she sat on a sun-barred staircase in the hall on the first floor, holding her chin in her hands and looking listlessly at the bustling students outside. At the time when the young boys and girls are entangled, under the backdrop of sunlight and magic, they are ready to open buds, and they can't wait to bloom their all, showing all their splendor to everyone. "Ignorance." These magic apprentices are all aristocratic families who let their children pursue something that humans can't have, and what everyone doesn't have is very precious, and it is very difficult to learn it. Some people are born with some natural aptitude to learn magic, and those who are born with aptitude can learn more advanced magic, and the teacher will evaluate the student's ability in the second year of study and give him the direction of learning, while those who are not born with the ability to do so are more with the help of various props rather than the power generated by themselves. This calm and calm girl is obviously a natural magician, and the level does not seem to be at the same level as these young girls, although they all look to be more than 18 years old. At this moment, a tall young man with black hair came into her sight, and it was better that she had locked on him. The boy is different from others, he does not have that feeling of vitality, there is no innocent and beautiful yearning, and he can see the burden and pressure that young people do not have from his eyes. The simple magic clothes are inexplicably suitable for him. Accidentally the girl was too focused on watching, and she found that the boy was also watching her. That's not good. I'm not good at making eye contact. That's what she thought to herself. The girl hurriedly turned her gaze away, she didn't pay attention to the boy anymore, and she was afraid that the two would look at each other again when they saw it. When she was secretly scanning her surroundings with her peripheral vision, the boy was gone. It may have only been a few tens of seconds, but the atmosphere froze, and the girl breathed a sigh of relief and left there. In the evening, the maiden and a few Puka people sat around the fire, playing simple music to themselves, drinking snow grass tea, which was often picked in the snow, and munching on their beast meat smoked with special fruit wood. The mild and fresh taste of snow grass tea and the fruity aroma of dried meat make it a simple daily food for the Puka people, unpretentious. The Puka people were still very warm to her as an outsider, at least not with a rough, sharp weapon against her. "Jane, how is it on Number Four today?" The one who asked her was Mrs. Chief, a woman with a very temperament, and in everyone's mouth, Mrs. Chief's wife is a person who can handle everyone's life and various things well, and she is deeply loved by everyone. And everyone turned the opposite Eastman into the number four. "Madam, as always, you know that people like me just go there to experience life." "You should find something interesting, or it's going to be boring." "Jane, you're well-informed, what are you interested in?" This time it was the chief, a strong, reliable mature man. There are scars everywhere on his body, and for him, it is a sign of ability. The beast skin he wore was said to be his proud hunting work, a beast with a rare coat color, even if it lost its life, the fur still shimmered slightly under the fire of the fire. "Interest...... "She immediately thought of the black-haired teenager she saw at school today." Maybe it's something that catches your eye at some point. "Is there someone you like?" Madame looked at her with a slight smile. was seen through at once, worthy of being a lady. "Oh? Jane, you have a crush on the number four? The young people there...... Aren't they all aristocrats, aren't they very squeamish! The leader's tone revealed his dissatisfaction with the number four. Not! I just said it casually and nothing. She hurriedly explained. Everyone burst into laughter. Do I like him? She muttered to herself. The redness on his face was secretly covered by the flames. "I'm not a child, I've been a long-traveled person......" she whispered. Such an unsteady reaction is not her style. Jane had a dream that night, and when she woke up in the morning, she remembered that she and the boy were walking hand in hand......

Text: Gray Wolf

Three

"She's going to be stabbed to death with a spindle on her twentieth birthday."

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The witch in black left this merciless curse and left.

The kind-hearted fairy hastened to remedy, saying that the princess would just fall asleep, and that the handsome prince would wake her up with a kiss of true love.

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Since then, the whole country has been in a panic. Everyone destroyed the spinning wheel to keep the princess safe. But a curse is a curse. The nightmare still happened. The king, who lost his beloved daughter, had no intention of governing the country, and the castle gradually fell into disrepair. And what about the princess? His cheeks were still pink, and he slept quietly with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

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Princes from various countries came one after another, wanting to hug the beauty. Without exception, they all failed. Until one day, a tall and handsome prince came from a very distant country, and he was majestic and vigorous. Many people believe that it is him, and his kiss will surely awaken the beautiful princess.

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The prince was exhausted from all the way. Just pass through one more country and you will reach the castle of Sleeping Beauty.

"You're too tired, that cursed kingdom is too dangerous, please stay." The monsters and bad weather encountered along the way were unexpectedly inferior to the gentleness of the neighboring princess, and the prince's footsteps stopped. Instead of taking risks for the sake of a beautiful legend, it is better to accept the happiness that comes at your fingertips.

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In the ruined castle, the sleeping princess sat up suddenly. Standing in front of her was only the black-clothed witch who had cursed her in the first place.

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"Your prince has married another princess and is living happily ever after." After saying that, the witch in black threw the princess a black cloak that was exactly like herself, and left.

Watch as the sprawling barrenness, cobwebs and dust cover the icy castle. She ran to the window and faintly heard lively music, human voices. The prince had no faith and patience to save her, leaving her with nothing but loneliness. It turns out that the witch in black is her, and she is the witch in black. Without hesitation, she put on her cloak and plunged into the darkness with no end in sight.

In a distant country, the prince successfully ascended the throne and became a king, and gave birth to a little princess with a beautiful queen. On the day of the full moon feast, fairies from all over the world came to bless this little angel and get everyone's love.

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"She's going to be stabbed to death with a spindle on her twentieth birthday."

The Witch in Black, leaving this merciless curse behind, left.

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In this way, people who can't get love are unwilling to be lonely and hurt others. None of us can point out who is the initiator.

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