"Somebody's dying."

The little girl looked at the extinguished match in her hand, and there seemed to be a star on the dark red matchstick, which flew higher through the cloudy sky, like a meteor:

"Sister Mia said that when a star falls, it means that a soul has gone to God."

When Sister Mia told her this, the pneumonia was already very serious, and she was still coughing up blood, and the little girl could only hold on to Sister Mia with her own hand so that she could stay longer.

"Bring that picture, I'm going to look at it again."

Sister Mia pointed to an oil portrait in the corner, and the little girl knew that it was a man named Pablo. Picasso's Spaniards painted a portrait of Sister Mia when they passed by.

"Maybe he's a painter." The little girl held the painting in her hand: "The characters in the painting are exactly like Sister Mia, which is really amazing." ”

The characteristics of the oil painting are vividly expressed in this painting, a gentle woman in a nun's dress, sitting quietly on a chair, looking at everyone who looks at the portrait tenderly, as if the real Sister Mia stayed in the painting, the little girl did not know that this painter rarely painted portraits in this traditional style of painting, this time it was an exception.

She handed the painting to Sister Mia, who looked at it for a long time and fell into a state of silence, and that very night, Sister Mia left this world. And the obese Sister Serena found it very boring after seeing the painting and was ready to sell it. As a result, I don't know who heard about the author of the painting, but the next morning, a group of fierce Germans rushed into the orphanage with rifles stuffed with bullets. Took the painting away.

The little girl didn't know how much value the painting was, in her eyes this painting was the last proof that Sister Mia left in this world, but it was a pity that she was too young, and she also knew that the Germans could not be provoked, so she could only silently watch a German officer with a high nose take her into the car, and then drove away.

"Maybe when I grow up, I'll be able to get that painting back."

The little girl comforted herself.

The black matchstick lay in the palm of his hand. She was reluctant to throw it away, so she waited for it to cool down and carefully placed it on her skirt. By this time, the wind and snow had stopped. It's just that the little girl feels that her whole body is already cold, and it seems to be very difficult to even get up.

"Please forgive me for my selfishness."

The little girl said this, and then lit a match again, this time in front of her. It was Sister Mia, whom she had been dreaming of. She was still dressed in her neat nun dress, and there was a golden glow around her body, which looked as if an angel had descended into the world.

"Sister Mia!"

The little girl cried out, "Please take me away!" I know that as soon as the match goes out, you will be gone, like the warm stove, the fragrant roast goose, and the beautiful Christmas tree. It's going to be gone! ”

She hastened a large match to keep the good nun. A large handful of matches emitted a strong light. It was as bright as day, and in the eyes of the little girl, Sister Mia had never been so gentle and so beautiful as she was now.

"Bitter Hertha, come with me, I will take you to heaven without cold and hunger!"

"Sister Mia!" The little girl smiled and nodded, and the whole box of matches that had been lit gave off a warm glow, shining her little face red, and even her purple-blue lips were much more rosy.

Sister Mia picked up the little girl and held her in her arms. The little girl felt that she had touched Sister Mia's warm body again, and the cold around her was blocked by Sister Mia, she lowered her head and kissed the little girl lightly on the forehead, and then hugged her, and flew away softly in light and happiness, flying higher and higher, like a beautiful meteor flying in the opposite direction, releasing infinite light and heat in an instant, and flying to a place where there was no cold, no hunger, and no pain.

Maybe the next morning, the little girl will be sitting in the corner with her cheeks red and a smile on her lips. She died, freezing to death on Chinese New Year's Eve. The New Year's sun rose and shone on her little corpse. The little girl sat there, holding a burnt matchstick in her hand.

"She wanted to warm herself up." People say. No one knows what beautiful things she once saw, how happy she used to be, and followed her grandmother to the happiness of the New Year.

However, this is only possible.

At the end of the flight of the little girl and Sister Mia, there was an infinitely high golden gate, through the golden fence, the little girl saw countless angels flying up and down in it, surrounded by tall, beautiful plants, and around it were placed many tables with all kinds of food.

The infinite warmth of the sun softly surrounds this beautiful world, and the little girl knows that this is a paradise without cold and hunger. A kingdom that only man can reach after death.

"Am I dead now?"

She thought about the question, looked down at her feet, and through the void and the white ethereal clouds, he saw a huge city, which she recognized as Paris, France, and where she was. Then she easily found the orphanage where she was, and saw that the fat Sister Serena was slapping a little boy and cursing viciously.

"She's a demon."

The little girl thought, "Such a person will be punished by God and thrown into hell." ”

Her gaze passed through the buildings and finally settled on a street, where the warm golden candlelight could be seen from the windows on the second floor, and the crowd singing and dancing inside, and she recognized one of the people attending the banquet inside, the German officer who had snatched the oil portrait of Sister Mia.

It was such a coincidence that the little girl did not expect that the place where she was staying was near the German officer. Then she continued to look down, and at last she saw a little girl in a shabby skirt who looked exactly like herself at the corner of a house on a white street, with a flushed face and a frozen smile, and closed her eyes and fell to the ground.

"I'm dead."

The little girl recognized the man on earth as herself, but then she thought that it would be good to die, at least to live in heaven with the gentle Sister Mia. However, just as she was about to push open the gate of heaven made of gold with Sister Mia, who was holding her, she suddenly saw two figures stop next to "herself", one of them observed herself, and the other picked herself up, and a warm fur coat was placed on her body.

The conversation between the two reached her ears faintly.

"Sir, what did you find?"

"Perez, there's a little girl here, it looks like she's frozen to death, you see the matches in her hand have burned and so on! She seems to have some heartbeats, and maybe salvation. (To be continued......)