Fanwai 1 hosta

Ningzhou many years later.

There's a craftsman who paints sugar shadows, and he's weird, he has two turntables. The pointer of one turntable is a feather, and the pointer of one turntable is a somewhat rusty bow. And there are only two things spent on the turntable, one is a budding hosta flower, and the other is a phoenix spreading its wings in the fire.

In addition to his strange things, the rules are also very strange, if the girl of Twenty-Eight Fanghua comes to turn his turntable, he only needs to turn the feather, and the price is a hosta flower. And if other people want to turn, they have to move the seemingly rusty giant bow to turn, and the price is that he sticks one or two gold upside down.

When it first opened, everyone thought that there was gold, and they all rushed to turn the bow, but neither the strong man with infinite strength nor the weak scholar saw the mystery in it, and no one turned the bow. Gradually, his business was not very good, except for a few little girls who occasionally picked a few hosta flowers to exchange for candy to eat, few people came to his shop.

He sold it for many years, and then his beard became as white as the silver moon, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were a little difficult to see, but he became happier and happier, and people looked at him like a madman.

He has no children, no daughters, and no friends, so he appears silently in the downtown neighborhood of Ningzhou, and it seems that he will leave soon, but he stays for many years.

Until one evening when the sun was setting, when he was about to pack up his things and go home, a little girl with pink makeup and jade makeup, holding a large pot of hostas, appeared in front of him, just like the girl he saw when he opened his eyes many years ago.

"I want you to spend me a lot of sugar shadows, or the most special one!" The little girl filled the hosta flowers on his turntable, leaving only the last one, where a phoenix was drawn.

"Okay, what do you want?" He looked at her with a smile, even though he was struggling to even speak.

"I want you to draw... A hundred free little phoenixes flying into the sky. ”

"Okay." His trembling hands could no longer spend a phoenix for her, but he took out a box behind him, which contained no more, no less ninety-nine phoenixes.

"Why... Why don't you draw another one for me? I've given you a hundred hosta flowers! The little girl looked at the old man who was smiling peacefully in the sunset with some bewilderment.

"Because... The last little phoenix alongs... The hosta flower flew away... flew away..."

The little girl took out a well-made little phoenix from the box, and began to keep it uncontrollably while eating and tears, "Why are these sugar shadows bitter... But why is it bitter..."

Suddenly, the wind blew the petals of a hosta on top of the sugar shadow phoenix, "Why... It's sweet again..."

The little girl looked back again, the sun was just setting, and the hosta flowers had finally withered.