Mr. Storyteller x Girl

(a)

There is only one tavern in this old town; There is only one storyteller in this tavern.

The storyteller was very young, not yet thirty years old. He likes to wear a pair of round-framed glasses, always wears a black cloth shirt, holds a folding fan in his hand, and is a guy who never smiles. Therefore, in the eyes of the children, he should be a fierce person.

Only one girl didn't think so.

The girl said that when the storyteller is telling a story, he will keep a straight face. In fact, he is usually a very good person to get along with.

The kids scattered and said, "Well, how do you know?"

The girl's face flushed, not knowing what to say.

She pinched the corner of her blouse, lowered her head, and whispered, I, I just know.

……

At that time, the greatest joy of children was two things, one was to eat sticky maltose, and the other was to read a villain book with fairy tales.

Whenever the girl had free time, she liked to go to the tavern and listen to the storyteller.

Somehow, every time the storyteller told the story in "Water Margin", the guests below listened to it with joy. However, no matter how wonderful the passage is, as soon as the girl steps through the door of the tavern, the storyteller will immediately change his tune and begin to tell the fairy tales in the villain's book.

In the last minute, it was still fighting and killing in troubled times; At this minute, it became a fairy tale blue sky and white clouds.

There are princesses, there are castles, there are princes, there are white horses.

The storyteller stood on the stage and spoke, and the girl sat down and listened, laughing and laughing while listening, which was very interesting.

No one knows why.

(b)

On normal days, business in the tavern is always bustling, and the storyteller is rarely idle.

When the storyteller is free, he likes to go out into the streets, and the girl follows alongside.

Mr. Storyteller would always buy the girl a few sticks of maltose, the one that wasn't too sticky, but was very sweet.

Seeing that the girl was eating happily, the storyteller would laugh and shake the folding fan in his hand.

Mr. Storyteller always lowered his head and asked her softly, do you like to hear me tell fairy tales?

The girl nodded and replied very seriously, "Yes, I like Mr. the most."

The girl also said that when I grow up, I must marry my husband.

When she said this, she would sneak a glance at Mr. Storyteller to see his reaction.

The storyteller rubbed her braids and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you to grow up."

Mr. Storyteller took the girl's hand, two figures, one high and one low, walking on the road.

The girl thought, this path, it is better to never finish it.

(c)

The girl said that she liked to eat maltose very much, especially the ones that her husband bought, and each one was very sweet and sweet.

Mr. Storyteller remembered. So every morning, when the first rays of light were just shining in the eastern sky, and there was no one in the streets, he would take his folding fan and run to the south side of the old town to meet the candy seller.

On this day, the storyteller went out of the tavern door again.

He crossed the little bridge and headed straight south.

It's just that it was a special day.

The flames of war happened to be burning in this old city.

Mr. Storyteller had not gone far when he saw a group of foreigners in military uniforms, with bayonets in their hands, approaching a small bungalow.

The storyteller suddenly remembered that the girl's home was in that bungalow.

He said, "Oh no."

(iv)

In the corner of the bungalow, the girl curled up and shivered.

The girl looked at the gang and smashed a lot of things in the house, and took away her parents.

The girl hid behind the rice jar, and no light reached her, and only waited until the group was gone before daring to stick out her head and take a look.

The girl saw a long stain of blood, black and coagulated.

The girl also saw that both parents were lying in pools of blood.

The girl cried.

(5)

Mr. Storyteller was caught.

He said, Master Jun, I'm just a storyteller, and I don't have any skills, just go buy some candy for my daughter to eat, don't believe it, there is a fan here.

And he said, "What have you done to the plague, ye inhabitants of this city, that you will be exterminated in all directions?"

He said, come on, today's life is here, I admit it.

He closed his eyes, followed by a few sneers.

The girl heard angry scolding from outside.

(f)

This day is the darkest day for the old city.

The storyteller was covered in blood, still barely leaning against the wall, and the folding fan in his hand was broken and thrown aside.

The girl ran out crying, and sat down in the courtyard with the storyteller in her arms.

The storyteller, who was still smiling at her, took two maltose sticks from his pocket, which seemed to be stained with blood, and handed them to the girl.

The girl wiped her tears and said, No, sir, I don't want to eat sugar, I just want you to live...... And to marry a gentleman......

He rubbed the girl's braids, as before.

The storyteller shook his head with a smile and said, I'm afraid I can't wait for you to grow up.

The girl's tears still couldn't stop falling.

The girl asked, "Sir, didn't you say that in fairy tales there are no dead people......

The storyteller thought about it and said, yes, you have to study hard, and when you grow up, you will also be able to tell fairy tales to children, and then I will wake up.

The girl stopped sobbing, looked at him and said, really?

The storyteller did not answer any further.

The girl looked and saw that he was asleep, and there was a smile on the corner of his bloody mouth.

The girl finally stopped crying, because she believed that as long as she studied hard and learned to read, her husband would surely wake up.

(g)

The sun was shining down.

"Alright, kids, the story is over."

The elderly governess sat in a rocking chair with her eyes closed, and said lazily.

Around her, there were many children around, and they were all fascinated by what she heard.

They asked, "Teacher, is the story a fairy tale?"

The elderly female teacher thought about it and said, "No, it doesn't count."

The children didn't take it to heart, bowed to the teacher one after another, and left.

She was left sitting in a rocking chair and quietly asleep.

Her lips moved slightly, as if to say something.

If you lean in, you might be able to hear it.

- "Sir, the story between us is really not a fairy tale, is it? Otherwise, you should have woken up a long time ago......"

She laughed again, yes, fairy tales aren't like that.

It was a happy world, with princesses, castles, princes, and white horses.

Unlike the reality of suffering, even the events of decades ago cannot be forgotten.

……

Mr. Sky x Cloud Girl

(a)

This is a story from heaven.

Once upon a time, people relied on the gods who were in charge of the weather.

For example, when the sun shines on the field and the sunflowers dance, it is the sun that comes.

For example, when the beautiful snowflakes slowly fall and float on the earth, it is the Snow Sister who comes.

For example, when the cool rain is poured among the wheat seedlings, moistening the sky and the earth.

- Oh, it's the Cloud Girl who cries.

She's probably the hardest.

The people of the earth need rain, it is her tears.

Actually, the cloud girl loves to laugh very much. Whenever she has time, she floats out to see how the wheat field is growing.

I remember when she first came, she didn't cry at all. When it didn't rain, there was a drought on the earth for ten years.

The cloud girl was in a hurry, she saw that the people could not harvest food, and the children could only starve, so she raised her head and asked.

"Mr. Sky, am I doing something wrong?"

The vast sky, there was no response.

The cloud girl cried with a "wow".

So it started to rain.

(b)

After a fog, Mr. Sky pretended to doze off, but opened one eye and watched the Cloud Girl wipe her tears.

Mr. Sky was silent, thinking to himself, as if he had encountered a rather lovely cloud.

Later, the Cloud Girl stayed here.

The weather is always cloudy and unpredictable, sometimes rainy, sometimes sunny, sometimes snowy, sometimes cloudy.

Sometimes the cloud girl is laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes the sun is too strong, and she doesn't come out.

Mr. Sky rarely spoke, just kept looking at her from a distance, smiling.

It seems that after a rain, the wheat sprouts grow, and the people on the ground feel happy, and the cloud girl breaks into laughter.

Somehow, Mr. Sky is also happy at this time.

(c)

Finally, one day, the tears of the Cloud Maiden dried.

She couldn't cry anymore, and it couldn't rain in the sky anymore.

The Cloud Maiden tried desperately to squeeze out her tears, but found it in vain.

She froze there helplessly, not knowing what to do.

At this time, a thunderclap suddenly flashed.

A surprising scene happened -

Mr. Sky suddenly turned black, and the whole canopy became gloomy, and with a wave of his hand, several dark clouds flew out, hanging over the wheat fields, and the people stood on the ground, cheering, jumping, and celebrating this rain.

Mr. Sky looked at the cloud girl on the side, as if she was crying and angry at the same time.

Mr. Sky: "Hey, stop crying. ”

Mr. Sky: "You forgot, it's spring, and there should have been a few less rains. ”

Mr. Sky: "Drought is drought, people don't blame you." ”

Mr. Sky: "......"

Mr. Sky: "Okay, okay, the first time I ignored you, it was me who was wrong, I admit my mistake......"

Mr. Sky: "So, let's have a smile, okay?" ”

……

(iv)

This is a story from heaven for people on earth.

As mentioned at the beginning, people depend on the god who governs the weather.

Now, the cloud girl is still in the sky, floating, floating.

Mr. Sky stopped her crying.

He said that when he waved his hand, there would be rain falling all over the sky.

She said that when she shed a tear, there would be a field of wheat growing.

They say that people should cherish food and care about vegetables and fruits.

- Oh, by the way, if you want to meet them, you can open the window and say hello.

You can't see them, but the children of Mr. Sky and Cloud Girl should see you.

So, that's all for today's story.

Good night

Three, Nameless (finally to my own story~~~)

In the early hours of the morning, I was coding words in the room, and just when I was about to get out of the line, a few windows suddenly shook.

I saw the dialog box on the screen and shook violently a few times.

If you look closely, it turns out to be a girl on the list.

I have the impression that she has been lying in both directions for four or five months, and we have not talked a word, so we don't know each other at all.

"Can you do me a favor?"

She asked timidly.

1.

"I like to be alone."

"Can you help me take a look at our chat history......"

"Does he have a crush on me?"

Seeing such a request, I couldn't cry or laugh at first.

With the idea of giving it a try, I clicked on their chat history.

2.

The record was very long, and the topic was very ordinary.

Every conversation, without exception, is that the girl takes the initiative to find him, and only then does he start chatting with each other.

If you are an uninformed person and click on it without warning, you will not see that it is a big deal.

One person tries his best to integrate his love into the text and carefully send it to another person.

The feeling of cherishing a fragile item is something I haven't seen in a long time.

"Honestly."

I took a few deep breaths of air, and although I couldn't bear it, it was better not to lie to her.

"You can see that you really like him."

"As for whether he likes you or not, it's really hard to say, even if there is, it won't be too deep."

3.

She was stunned for a moment, perhaps smiling wryly at the screen.

The girl knows, she must know.

She just wanted to get an answer from someone else, to affirm that guess.

Then, there is a justifiable reason to let yourself go.

"Qianliqing, I just want to give up on him, I don't want to stick to it."

"I ...... I can't hold on anymore. ”

……

What to do?

I don't really know.

4.

She said that she did not dare to confess, for fear that she would not even be able to be a friend in the future.

In fact, anyone is used to seeing such reasons.

But that's exactly what we're worried about.

But she forgot that the current friendship relationship is also her unilateral dedication and accommodation, and how much enthusiasm she has exchanged for it.

Girl, you know what, you're really stupid.

Maybe he had seen it in his eyes a long time ago, and he had known it a long time ago.

He also understands in his heart that you like it.

When a person doesn't like you, no matter how long you accompany him, you won't impress him.

It's like you can't wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.

Are you afraid of being rejected when you confess?

No, you're just afraid, he won't pay attention to you anymore.

5.

I said to her.

"But it doesn't matter if you want to stick with it or give up."

"Please at least before this precious love is exhausted."

"Tell him, even if there is no response at all, and even in the first place, he will not make a request to be together."

"Just to tell him that for a long time, there was a girl who liked you very much."

"That's me, that's me."

……

"I'm afraid that he will be angry and delete me."

……

Seeing her reply, I was silent for a while.

Will there be such an outcome?

Really?

Although the odds are slim, the answer is yes.

- Yes.

6.

If that's really the case.

Girl, you should be glad.

You've lost someone who doesn't care about you.

On the other hand, it is actually him who should really regret and regret it.

He lost someone who loved him deeply.

Since then, you have been caught in the vast sea of people, and there is no more crossing.

……

Why do you have to think about it so much?

You like him so much, just say it.

If you like him so much, you should believe his response.

If you like him so much, who knows that he doesn't like you.

You like him so much, can he bear to do that?

You like him so much.

If he really has that heartlessness, maybe you won't like him in the first place.

7.

If you also have a deep liking of someone.

Please don't rush to give up on him/her.

Either way, go confess and let him/her know what you mean.

Trust me, even if he/she won't accept you so easily.

He will also smile and give you a 1% reason to stick with it.

When the time comes, you will find that the 100% love that has always been has never been in vain.

……

Remember, if you can muster up the courage to confess.

The likelihood of his/her rejection, no matter how big, no matter how big, no matter how big.

There will always be a glimmer of hope, and he will accept it.

But if you don't say it.

just maintains the so-called friends who are already crumbling.

You'll never have a story.

……

In fact, the most regrettable thing is not that you fall in love with someone who doesn't like you.

It's that you like him/her, and it happens that that person likes you too.

But none of you want to say it, and none of you dare to say it.

Many years later, when we met again, when I mentioned it, I burst into tears.

How much you should regret it.

So, may you show your own courage to fight for the 1% reason to persevere.

It's not easy to like it 100%, so it's a pity to give it up like this.

Good night