The streets are full of trees, poplars, willows, locust trees, banyan trees, and plane trees.

There are also trees in the mall.

But the trees in the mall seem to be pine trees forever.

……

Under the neon lights, a pine tree is placed in the middle of the mall, and she wears a red hat and a bell on her head. She's pretty, she's beautiful, she's haughty.

She also seems to enjoy people's envious gaze all the time.

She looked at the middle-aged man with the wig and fake beard sitting in front of her, smiling for life.

She shook the branches, the beautiful bells, and laughed like wind chimes.

What is she laughing at?

Is it laughing at the man in front of him as ridiculous as a clown?

Or laugh at the children who were led by their parents in the mall, crying and asking the parents around them to spend four or five dollars to let them laugh with that ridiculous clown?

She twisted her head and looked to the left.

It was a luxury store with foreign characters written on it.

She twisted her head and looked to the right.

It was a famous shoe store with strange pictures.

She looked ahead again.

It's another trendy clothing store full of personality.

She laughed even louder, and the melodious wind chimes, accompanied by the cheerful laughter of the children, covered the square stationery and bookstore behind her.

……

If only every day was Christmas.

The more Matsuki thought about it, the more he felt that the current human beings really didn't want to enjoy life.

Obviously, there are 365 days in a year, why do they only celebrate 114 of them when they count holidays?

Obviously, they have absorbed so many foreign festivals, and turned the original sixteen statutory festivals into the current thirty-four carnival festivals, and even they have created two shopping festivals to join them! But why can't they create two, ten, twenty, and a hundred more festivals for them to go to the party all year round?

Do they know that festivals mean carnival, consumption, and happiness like now?

Do they even know? The more festivals, the more smiles people will have, and those beautiful goods and the bonds that people use to connect emotions will become the most beautiful yearning in the eyes of children and adults like the beautiful her!

……

An old cleaner, sitting on his back and tired, sat in a bustling corner here.

He looked at the beautiful mall under the neon lights, and he pulled out his wallet.

He counted six times before he counted the one hundred and sixty-six dollars left in his wallet.

He counted six more times before he could count six days left, and it was Christmas.

He counted his fingers six more times before he could count his six-year-old grandson, who would have a New Year's holiday six days after Christmas.

He looked at the slogans posted everywhere in the bustling mall with some wistfulness.

That sentence, when Double Day comes, have you prepared a gift for your favorite person?

He seemed to be thinking about what gifts he should buy for his favorite little grandson in Shuangdan?

……

He loves Transformers.

He also likes Monkey King.

He also loves Rainbow Ponies and Peppa Pig.

Of course, his favorite is his grandfather.

In the same way, his grandfather liked him the most.

So, he was thinking, what can he buy for one hundred and sixty-six yuan eight?

……

A full set of eighteen Transformers, not only sold, a total of three hundred and eighty-eight.

Sun Wukong held his 13,500-pound Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, which became two hundred and eighty-eight.

Rainbow Pony and Peppa Pig add up to one hundred and eighty-eight.

Eighth, it is the homonym of hair.

So, the clever salespeople looked at him and said that as long as he bought these gifts for his grandson, he would be with his grandson all the time.

I don't know if it was the merchant or his six-year-old grandson.

But he was still moved, because, in this country, everyone likes eight and likes hair.

The Chinese people's dedication and love for hair sent those shrewd businessmen to set a fortune festival for those poor people who want to get rich on August 8, which should be Father's Day.

……

After cleaning the bustling footprints on the floor and the supple handrails on the elevator, he walked under the Christmas tree and looked at the beautiful pine tree.

He suddenly wanted to ask, who is more powerful, Santa Claus or the Jade Emperor?

……

Pine looked at the old cleaner who had been staring at him.

She shook her branch with some disgust.

The wind chimes, which were originally pleasant, became piercing.

The longed-for Santa hat has become like a steamer.

steaming the heart of the ordinary old man in front of him who loves his grandson.

……

Santa Claus is probably more powerful.

The old man thought that if Santa Claus was not as powerful as the Jade Emperor, then the entire mall would not be dedicated to this Christmas tree.

Look how beautiful this Christmas tree is.

A gift box with a red hat, a yellow bell, and a green ribbon at the foot.

Filled with fashion and happiness.

He thought he would be if only he had Santa Claus.

In this way, he will not worry about giving a gift to his six-year-old grandson six days later with one hundred and sixty-six yuan eight.

The stories of martial arts, monsters, and immortals that I used to hear when I was a child.

It seems that under this bustling Christmas tree, it collapsed in an instant.

……

Yang Zheng looked at the incompatible Christmas tree in the chess club, and he asked the chess nerd on the side a little speechlessly.

He asked, "Eh, why do you think there are foreign Christmas trees in traditional chess clubs?" ”

The chess nerd replied: "It's not that children like it yet." ”

He asked, "Does the child really like it?" ”

The chess nerd said, "I don't know. But kids should love it. ”

He asked again, "You say... Should it be? ”

The chess nerd said: "Didn't we come here like this at that time?" At that time, someone asked us if we liked it? ”

……

Christmas is approaching, and the pine trees are covered with countless light bulbs, large and small.

These bulbs are just a matter of pressing a button.

It can emit colorful lights.

In the midst of a countdown,

The whole mall is pitch black,

Only this pine tree is colorful.

People are partying and celebrating this Christmas.

Even the old man on the side couldn't help but record this charming moment in his mind.

Pine looked at his colorful gaze.

She wanted to laugh, laugh like the protagonist of the world.

But she didn't dare to laugh.

Because this wire is wrapped around her bell,

As long as she laughs, then she may be in the next second, the fire burns.

……

Yang Zheng asked the chess nerd: "After Christmas, what will happen to this Christmas tree in the chess club?" ”

The chess nerd replied, "Probably it will be burned." ”

Yang Zheng felt a little pity, it was such a beautiful Christmas tree, why did they end up burning?

Trees, obviously very useful,

His leaves can shade the sun in the summer.

His body can be made into paper.

Even his roots can be used as traditional Chinese medicine.

The chess nerd seemed to see the reluctance and regret in Yang Zheng's eyes, she thought about it and said, "At least, he was also beautiful." ”

"Besides, the end of the Christmas tree also means that spring is coming?"

……

The pine trees were carried away.

She shook the bell in horror.

The workers who carried him, feeling noisy, rudely tore off her beautiful bells.

She shook her head again, and the cute Santa hat was also taken away by the workers as payment.

She suddenly remembered that she was a pine tree, and the pine leaves of the pine tree had spikes!

But when she tried to use her spikes to force the workers who carried her to put her back in the most visible position.

only to find that her spikes had long been sharpened by the beauty of the bell.

She screamed, looking at the ugly and bare trees in the street, and her eyes were full of despair.

She was finally carried into the blackened van by the workers.

In that dark truck, there was a Christmas tree that was the envy of others like she once was.

These once beautiful Christmas trees, with their screams and pride.

Sent to a crematorium outside the city.

……

In the end, he only spent fifteen yuan, and bought a mechanical pencil with Monkey King printed on it in the boxy shops behind the mall.

The Monkey King who is holding the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod in his hand seems to be no longer the terrifying 13,500 catties at this moment, nor is it the so-called 288 sky-high price that can make the little grandson hair.

He seems to, no, the righteous Monkey King should be the price of a pen.

It seems that the Jade Emperor should still be better than Santa Claus in the end.

Although he was not dressed festively like Santa Claus, he was not like Santa Claus, banging on the doors without cigarette holders with colorful gifts in his hands.

But at the very least, he was still guarding the closed doors.

Otherwise, the stationery and bookstore with square Chinese characters written on the back would not exist in this bustling shopping mall.

Otherwise, this old man would not have found the Monkey King who was only worth a pen as a gift to his favorite little grandson.

You see, his little grandson, holding this mechanical pencil, kissed the grandfather who he regarded as his first favorite.

You are looking, this cute child also looks like Sun Wukong holding the wishful golden hoop stick on the mechanical pencil. He held the mechanical pencil tightly, and he said that he would study hard and become the Monkey King with the ability on this mechanical pencil in the future, so that his grandfather would not be tired of old age.

His face was also smiling like a chrysanthemum.