PS: This chapter is adapted from the fairy tale "The Little Match Girl", and the uncle read it on the Internet, the adaptation of a certain god; The reason why this chapter is coded is that the uncle thinks that there will always be such a tragic story in the troubled times, which can be regarded as an uncle's hypocrisy! In the end, if you think the adaptation is very bad, please don't slap the uncle's handsome face.

In the howling cold wind, I don't know when the snow will start to fall, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

The night did not know when, the curtain had already fallen, and the workers of the town hall had lit the dim whale oil street lamps, and hurried into the tavern by the roadside, enjoying the warm fire in the tavern, and the water spirits, which had become more and more precious these years.

Pedestrians on the street may want to return to their warm home early, and have a meal that may not be hearty enough, but it is absolutely warm and hard-won dinner, so the pace is getting more and more hurried.

Today is the last day of the year, and tomorrow will be the arrival of a new year......

It was in such a hurried crowd that a little human girl selling matches, walking aimlessly, with a trilled cry of sale, could not be heard far in the howling cold wind: "Sell matches! ”

But in such weather, and among the shy pedestrians in their pockets, who is willing to exchange precious food stamps for a box of matches that can be regarded as a luxury.

Only those old men who can still afford to smoke cigars will take out a box of matches and light a thick cigar on their mouths under the envy of everyone.

Originally, the little girl was also a cigar seller, and by the way, she sold matches, and when she was lucky, as long as she sold a few cigars, the money she earned was enough to buy a piece of fragrant oatmeal bread, and the saved food was enough for the little girl to eat for a day.

Only now, all the few cigars she had were snatched away by her drunkard father, and she took them to an unknown place to exchange them for wine, so the cold and hungry little girl, who stayed in the cold shack, went out in the snow with the only two boxes of matches left.

Hoping to sell it and replace it with a delicious piece of oatmeal bread, she swore to her mother in the kingdom of God that she would not eat it so quickly this time, and it would take at least three or two days to finish the bread.

But the little girl who had been selling for a long time and had not succeeded in selling a match was so hungry that when she went out, even if she wore all her clothes, she was still shivering from the cold.

The only thing that makes her feel warm is the huge pair of flower cotton shoes under her feet, which are made by removing the two sleeves of her cotton clothes before her mother, and every time she wears it, it seems to be like her mother's warm hands holding her little feet.

Mommy is gone!

That morning, my mother, who was coughing up blood and coughing up blood, told me that she was about to go to the kingdom of God in heaven, but for some reason, she could not take herself with her, and she had to stay at home and live with her father.

Then my mother slowly walked out of the house and never came back, just like my grandparents and grandparents, who went to the kingdom of God in heaven and never came back......

As she walked, the little match girl came to a beautiful little building, which was lit with many expensive candles, illuminating the inside and outside of the house, and many beautiful aunts and sisters wore colorful beautiful clothes and greeted passers-by warmly.

The little girl tightened her tattered clothes, and thought to herself, "Aren't they cold?"

"Hey, the kid comes, come to grandma, and grandma will give you a delicious barbecue. An obese grandmother shouted loudly at the little girl.

The word barbecue seemed to be full of infinite magic to the little girl, just hearing it made the little girl's mouth full of saliva, and the numb legs under her feet seemed to be unable to move anymore.

With a strange and flustered smile on her face, the old woman in a thick cotton coat reached out her hand, and just as she was about to grab the little girl's arm, the little girl turned around and ran quickly.

She remembered that before her mother went to Heaven, she repeatedly told herself that no matter what, she should not go to this beautiful house and talk to the people inside.

The little girl ran in a panic, and when she stopped, she didn't know how far she had run, and the fat cotton shoes on her feet had run away at some point, and now when she reacted, a pair of naked little feet had been frozen red and blue.

It was already late, there were not many pedestrians on the road, and the snowflakes were falling bigger and bigger, falling on the little girl's golden hair, making her whole person look so cute, like a little angel who had descended to earth.

The little match girl could no longer walk, she found a corner on the side of the street and squatted down, rubbing her cold feet with her hands, and soon even her hands became as cold as her feet.

"If you light a match at this time, it will be very warm, and the uncles who buy matches will not find that one is missing from it." The little girl thought.

She lit a match, and a small flame frang out.

But such a small flame is so warm, and in the small firelight, the little girl seems to feel that the walls around her become transparent.

She could see that there was a burning stove in the room of the house, and on the side of the stove was a table full of food, and among them was a large turkey that was bigger than her little head, and although the little girl had never eaten it, she was sure that the turkey must have tasted very good.

The match was quickly extinguished, and the surrounding wall became cold again, and all this disappeared when the little girl had just planned to put her cold little feet by the fire to roast them.

Swiftly, she polished another match, and in the light of the small flame, the little girl felt as if she was already sitting at the table by the fire, and everything was so beautiful.

In the midst of this unprecedented beauty, the little girl could not control herself, and kept polishing the matches one after another, and in the light of the fire she even saw a beautiful Christmas tree, with many gifts hanging on the Christmas tree, beautiful clothes, and oatmeal bread of all sizes.

When there was not much match left in her hand, her mother appeared, she was no longer wearing the coat full of patches, but a new dress that was much more beautiful than the aunts and sisters in the beautiful Xiaolou, and she was still smiling so kindly.

Suddenly, the little girl polished all the matches and shouted: "Mom take me away, I want to go with you to the kingdom of God in heaven, I know that you will leave me as soon as the matches are extinguished, but the matches are gone, Mom, I miss you so much......"

The flame after a match was polished was bigger than ever, and the light of the fire was so warm, like a mother's wide embrace......

The next day, Modo, who had heard the news, saw a small figure curled up in the corner, her cheeks were red under her beautiful blonde hair, and her lips were smiling with a touching smile, she was dead.

In the afternoon of the same day, the Orc Empire officially issued a new notice: from now on, the food quota in the lord's mansion will be reduced by 30%, and the food quota for all nobles and government personnel will be reduced by 10%, which will provide necessary relief to all kinds of orphans in the country.