In exchange for this talent, the advantage is that you will no longer notice the exclusion and dislike of others.

The downside is likely to be a plummeting ability to write.

Although Jiang Fanyue was a little resistant to writing stories in her heart, she ...... The thought of losing the ability to conceive and write fluently made her feel very uncomfortable, as if she had lost a part of her life.

"What are you thinking?"

"Didn't think about anything." Jiang Fanyue subconsciously concealed her crankiness.

Yao Rong saw that she was absent-minded, and she didn't break it, so she asked instead, "It's getting colder and colder, what soup are you going to drink tonight?" ”

"Fish head soup."

"Your vacation is almost over, let's go to the city in two days and buy you two more clothes."

At half past three in the afternoon, there was still the last toy left on the stall, Yao Rong stomped his feet coldly: "The temperature has dropped too much today, let's go home early." ”

The mother and daughter quickly put away the cloth and toys on the ground and put them on the cart.

Yao Ronggang wanted to bend down to pull the car, Jiang Fanyue swept away, and sighed: "Mom, wait." ”

"What's wrong?"

Yao Rong followed Jiang Fanyue's gaze and saw Sun Taotao and his mother Mu Shulan.

It's just that compared with the previous meeting, Sun Taotao's baby fat seems to have disappeared a little, and Mu Shulan's mental outlook is also more haggard.

"Are you going back?" Mu Shulan asked.

Yao Rong said: "I'm not in a hurry to go back. I'm thinking that it's cold today, so I'll close the stall early and take Yueyue to eat something hot. ”

Mu Shulan breathed a sigh of relief, touched Sun Taotao's head, and said: "Taotao has been in a bad mood recently, he had a high fever two days ago, and the fever just subsided today, he said that he wanted to come to play with Sister Yueyue, so I brought him over." ”

She bent down slightly, looked at Jiang Fanyue's eyes, and said softly, "Can Yueyue chat with Taotao?" ”

Jiang Fanyue had already guessed what was happening, nodded vigorously, and walked over to hold Sun Taotao's cold hand.

Sun Taotao shook Jiang Fanyue's hand back, and his voice was soft: "Sister Yueyue." ”

Mu Shulan said: "I said I would invite you to eat before, but this time I just made up for it." I know of a nearby shop that has good pastries for afternoon tea. ”

The shop is not big, and there are three tables in it, but the owner's pastry making skills are very good in the town, and the pigs and rabbits that are pinched out look similar.

Mushulan pushed the pastry in front of the two children and asked them to taste it first.

Sun Taotao didn't have much appetite, but watching Jiang Fanyue pick up a piece of pig-like pastry, he also reached out and took it, chewing it slowly.

Jiang Fanyue quickly disposed of the first pastry and began to tell Sun Taotao about her heroic deeds.

Her level of storytelling is not bad, and when she talks about this kind of personal experience, it is even more picturesque.

In order to make Sun Taotao happy, Jiang Fanyue racked her brains, as if she was talking in a book.

Not to mention Sun Taotao and Mu Shulan, even the boss who was busy in the back kitchen quietly came to the front to work.

Hearing Yao Liangcai scolding, Sun Taotao also followed the same enemy; Hearing that Yao Ruirui and Yao Miaomiao were defending Jiang Fanyue, Sun Taotao cheered up.

Hearing that Yao Miaomiao was injured, Sun Taotao clenched his fists in anger; Hearing Jiang Fanyue rushing over and beating people, Sun Taotao breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his fist......

At the end, Sun Taotao said: "If I am here, I will also protect Sister Yueyue." ”

Yao Rong took out an Ultraman model from his bag like a trick.

It's the leftover toy she sells today.

"All children who know how to stand up and protect others deserve to be rewarded. Rui Rui and Miao Miao have it, and you should have it too. ”

Sun Taotao was stunned and said seriously: "Auntie, I'm just talking, but Rui Rui and Miao Miao really did it." I don't deserve the same reward as them. ”

Yao Rong said: "Their toys should be more exquisite. ”

After all, Yao Ruirui and Yao Miaomiao's toys were carefully prepared by Yao Rong.

However, Sun Taotao has an Ultraman school bag, and this gift should be to his liking.

Sun Taotao held Ultraman, thought about it, stuffed it into his bag, and by the way, took out all the storybooks in the bag and pushed them in front of Jiang Fanyue.

"No wonder your bag is so heavy."

There are seven storybooks in front of me, and they are thick into a pile.

Jiang Fanyue was a little moved, obviously in a bad mood, and had just recovered from a serious illness, but when Sun Taotao came to look for her, he didn't forget to bring books and fulfill his promise.

"I don't know when the next goodbye will be, bring more, my sister will be able to watch it for a longer time." Sun Taotao patted his Ultraman schoolbag, "If it weren't too small, I would still be able to stuff it." "Enough is enough."

Jiang Fanyue put these books away, pinched the cloth bag strap with her fingertips, and wondered if she could do something for Sun Taotao as well.

Yao Rong and Mu Shulan chatted casually.

Mu Shulan has lived in Jixiang Town since she was a child, and later went to the imperial capital, met Sun Taotao's father, stayed there after graduation, and now has opened her own shop.

"I don't make a lot of money, mainly because I want to have a share of my own business. If I didn't work, my dad would be the first to take the train to the imperial capital to scold me. ”

The topic inevitably mentioned Grandpa Sun.

Mu Shulan was silent for a while, and did not hide her ears and steal the bell, but chatted with Yao Rong about her grandfather.

Yao Rong asked gently: "When did the old man leave?" ”

Mu Shulan's voice was a little deep, but her mood was quite calm: "It wasn't long after I last met you. On that day, several pots of chrysanthemums that he had carefully raised withered, and he was amazed, saying that he didn't expect these flowers to get together, but by the afternoon, people were not very good......

Jiang Fanyue raised her head.

Mu Shulan noticed her movements: "Yueyue, what's wrong?" ”

Jiang Fanyue shook her head, but her eyebrows couldn't help frowning, as if she was thinking about something serious.

Mu Shulan didn't take her abnormality to heart, and didn't continue the topic just now, but said, "Taotao's father also took annual leave. He doesn't have a long vacation, and Taotao and I will follow him back to the imperial capital after a while. ”

This time, Mu Shulan and Sun Taotao will return to Jixiang Town, just for Grandpa Sun's illness.

Now that the old man is dead and buried, they are almost gone.

Yao Rong said: "You have set a time to leave, remember to tell us." Yueyue and I will send you off. ”

"Definitely."

Because they had to eat dinner, the four of them didn't eat too much, and there were still a lot of pastries left on the table, so Yao Rong asked the boss to pack them.

Carrying the packaged food, Yao Rong and the four of them walked along the street in the direction of the market.

When he was about to walk to the entrance of the market, Jiang Fanyue, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up, and his tone was eager.

"Mom, Aunt Mu, can you wait for me for five minutes, I want to tell Taotao a story I made up."

Yao Rong's eyebrows raised slightly, a little surprised, and a little relieved.

Mu Shulan was also surprised.

Sun Taotao was pleasantly surprised: "Sister Yueyue, did you make it up yourself?" ”

Jiang Fanyue bowed her head, took a deep breath, clenched her hands behind her back into fists, and cheered herself up: "The inspiration for this story actually comes from the chrysanthemum that Aunt Mu said. ”

Death is a heavy and sad thing.

It can't be entertained.

But if you want to comfort the bereaved people, you need to find a way to dissolve the heaviness of death.

So the hero of this story is a tree named "Winter"-

Winter is the first tree in this land.

It took root and grew there for a long, long time, until it grew into a big tree that shaded the clouds, and then a group of animals came.

There are animals that make their homes on the branches of winter trees, and there are animals that dig up the trunks of winter trees and want to hibernate in them.

Winter is not angry, but welcomes them.

It's too old.

And the older it gets, the more it likes to be lively.

These animals happen to be able to provide companionship, provide emotional value, and increase their connection to the world at large.

So Winter tried to make himself grow thicker and stronger, to make himself blossom and bear fruit, and to satisfy the animals' demands for it as much as possible.

A long, long time passed, and these animals multiplied from generation to generation in the trees.

The newborn critters affectionately call Winter "Grandpa Tree".

They will hold on to the branches of winter's trees and swing, leaning on winter's body and asking a hundred thousand whys, and listening curiously to winter's storytelling.

They depend on winter.

But sooner or later, the animals will grow up and get tired of the unchanging environment around them, and they will begin to yearn for the territory where their ancestors once lived.

Winter never stops them from exploring.

It's an animal instinct.

It can't kill their wildness.

"Go ahead."

Its voice is kind and unchanged through the ages.

"I've always been here. When you get tired and want to come back to rest, come back again. ”

Until one day, the leaves of winter began to show a large face infection.

The animals that were still in the trees panicked and hurried to ask what had happened to Winter.

Winter said, "Children, I'm going to wither. ”

All the animals that had left were rushed back. They looked at Winter, very sad and scared.

They keep asking, "Grandpa Tree, how did you wither?" ”

Yes.

Winter has existed for too long, too long.

For so long that all the critters have become accustomed to its presence, thinking that it will always stand there to shelter them from the wind and rain, and never think that it will one day leave suddenly.

Winter comforts them: "Don't feel sorry for me. ”

"A tree withers and grows, just as a flower must wither. All life will inevitably enter into a decay. ”

"I'm just being left on the other side of time for the time being."

"Don't be afraid, kids."

"I've taught you how to survive in the wilderness over the years. You may be hesitant at first, you may be nervous, you may be anxious, but eventually you will use what I have taught you to get used to life without me. ”

The little animal cried quietly, full of remorse, feeling that he shouldn't have run so far, and that he shouldn't have not come back to see Grandpa Big Tree for so long.

"Grandpa Big Tree, will you come to my dream in the future?"

Winter smiled, kind and helpless, brushing the body of the little animal with his drooping whiskers, just as countless times in the past. yhugu

"As long as you live happily, I will come to your dreams."

"However, if you are really happy, I will feel very relieved that I will not come to see you in your dreams."

Another critter asked, "What if we miss you?" ”

"Winter is gone, and it means spring. Every kindness you get in the spring, every beauty you see, is a gift that I have carefully prepared for you. Then you will know that I have come back to see you. ”

Winter felt the imminent urging of time.

Its body, large enough to shelter the critters from the wind and rain, gradually faded.

The cold wind of the hunt pierced through its body.

Its blades are annihilated to ash inch by inch.

Without its shelter, many small animals shivered from the cold.

But just as it was completely gone, the howling wind really stopped, and in its place, there was a wisp of fresh breeze.

The tender green grass also sprouted from the ground.

Spring is coming.

……

Obviously, the words did not fall on the end of the pen, but Jiang Fanyue relied on her memory and on-the-spot ability to read out all the words from beginning to end.

Sun Taotao looked at Jiang Fanyue in a daze.

He's only six years old.

A six-year-old child's understanding of life and death is very shallow, he just clearly knows that he will never see his grandfather again.

But now, listening to the story told by Sister Yueyue, he seemed to hear his grandfather's voice again.

Mu Shulan's reaction was greater than Sun Taotao's.

She knew it was just a story, but when the animals asked why the tree withered, her eyes couldn't help but redden.

During this time, she has always regretted it.

Since she was admitted to college, she has rarely returned home, and in the past ten years, she has only seen her father.

Because she always thinks that there is still a chance, there is still time.

When death suddenly approached her father, she realized the cruelty of time.

How similar she is to the little animals in the story.

But in this story, all the previous content is foreshadowing.

What really matters is the words that the tree says when it comforts the little animals.

When she heard those words, she was still sad, but she felt a little spiritual comfort.

Yao Rong was still the same as just now, looking at Jiang Fanyue gently.

After experiencing Yao Liangcai's incident, Jiang Fanyue has accumulated enough courage to face difficulties, but she has always lacked the motivation to take the first step again.

Now, in order to comfort her friend, she doesn't need anyone to urge her, she doesn't need anyone to push her from behind, she takes the initiative to stand up and achieve a breakthrough in herself.

Obviously, she did a very good job.

"Sister Yueyue, is this story really written by you in such a short time?" Sun Taotao let out an exclamation.

"That's right, the time is relatively rushed, and it may not be very well written." Jiang Fanyue was a little nervous.

"No, very well written. Even I, an adult, was impressed. Mu Shulan turned her back and wiped her tears, and did not hesitate to praise, "At this level, you can take it to submit." ”

Sun Taotao's fairy tales: "That's right, I feel better than many stories in fairy tale books, and that big tree grandfather reminds me of my grandfather." I must eat well and be strong in the future, so that I will not disturb my grandfather's rest and make him worry. ”

Mu Shulan was stunned and smiled bitterly at Yao Rong: "I haven't seen through the two children yet. ”

Sun Taotao looked at Jiang Fanyue's eyes more and more adoring, shook her hand and asked, "Sister Yueyue, have you named this story?" ”

"Not yet. This story is for you, do you want to pick it up? ”

"Then it's called ......"

Sun Taotao scratched his face and used his only vocabulary to piece together a combination: ""Grandpa Big Tree Left in Winter". ”

Jiang Fanyue nodded: "Then it's called this." I'll write this story down in a notebook when I get home, and I'll give it to you when I get there. ”

Sun Taotao motioned to Jiang Fanyue to bend over.

Jiang Fanyue bent down at his words.

Sun Taotao stretched out his hand, hugged Jiang Fanyue with his round arms, and said in her ear: "Sister Yueyue, thank you for creating a fairy tale world for me and my mother." ”

"Why is it said that a fairy tale world was created? I'm just telling a story. ”

Sun Taotao insisted on his opinion: "It's a fairy tale world." It's just different fairy tales, and the fairy tale worlds created are large and small, some are relatively complete, and some are rougher. Just like Ultraman, I believe that Ultraman must be there, but it is not in the same time and space as me. ”

They didn't deliberately lower their voices, and Yao Rong could hear their conversation.

She agrees: "At a certain point, it is indeed possible for a story to be derived into a real world. ”

Just like this world, isn't it derived from "The Pet Heroine of the 90s".

If Jiang Fanyue keeps writing, he will keep writing.

Maybe it can really give birth to a fairy tale world full of magnificence and imagination.

Jiang Fanyue was thrilled by what they said, and felt that writing fairy tales was instantly endowed with a more sacred meaning.

It's not early, Yao Rong and Jiang Fanyue don't set off again, and it's going to be dark.

Mu Shulan and Sun Taotao have also been out for a long time, and it's time to go home.

Both sides waved goodbye.

Mu Shulan and Sun Taotao walked for about 20 minutes, and from a distance, they saw Taotao's father standing downstairs and watching.

"Daddy!" Sun Taotao shouted excitedly.

Taotao's father strode forward, came to the mother and son, carefully looked at the expressions of the two, and found that the mental outlook of the big and small was much better than at noon: "Why did you come back so late, the family is about to eat." ”

"We are listening to Sister Yueyue talk about "Grandpa Big Tree Left in Winter"." Sun Taotao said positively.

"What's the story?" Tao Tao's father asked.

Sun Taotao was not in a hurry to speak, and after dinner, he quietly slipped into Grandma Sun's room: "Grandma, I'll sleep with you tonight." ”

Grandma Sun said a good word in a warm voice and moved inside.

Sun Taotao lay down and covered the quilt: "Grandma, I'll tell you another bedtime story." ”

He struggled to recall what Jiang Fanyue had said.

However, his memory is not so good, and he can't completely retell it, so he can barely tell the story clearly.

But Grandma Sun was already shocked.

She subconsciously wanted to touch Sun Taotao's head, but she was afraid that Sun Taotao would find that her palms were trembling.

Sun Taotao seemed to notice her movements, turned around, faced Grandma Sun, and touched Grandma Sun's cheek with his white and chubby palm.

"Grandma, don't be sad."

"If you are doing well, your grandfather will be at ease. You are doing well, and your grandfather has been silently guarding you. ”

……

Village corner.

It was late at night, and the rest of the village had their lights out.

Only Yao Rong's family is still lighting kerosene lamps.

Jiang Fanyue sat at the table, took out a brand new notebook, held a ballpoint pen that was not easy to fade, and began to write down the story of Grandpa Da Shu carefully one stroke at a time.

With enough time to conceive, her story was longer and fuller.

It took more than half an hour to write before Jiang Fanyue wrote the word "finish" at the end of this page.

Closing the notebook and hesitating for a while, Jiang Fanyue took out another notebook and began to create a story about the wishing mirror.

Yao Rong finished taking a shower and walked in from outside.

Seeing that Jiang Fanyue was still struggling to write, she walked behind Jiang Fanyue: "Haven't you finished writing yet?" ”

Jiang Fanyue didn't raise his head: "I'm writing another story." ”

Yao Rong didn't bother her, sitting at the head of the bed folding clothes.

After she folded all her clothes, Jiang Fanyue also stopped writing smoothly.

Yao Rong stuffed all the clothes into the closet: "Yueyue, do you remember that we had an agreement?" ”

Jiang Fanyue pursed the corners of her lips: "Of course I remember." ”

She held the second notebook and handed it over: "Mom, you can be my first reader." ”

Yao Rong sat opposite Jiang Fanyue, where the light was the most abundant, and it was the most suitable for looking through.

Jiang Fanyue put her hands on her cheeks, waiting for Yao Rong to finish reading, while slowly thinking about other things.

Some time ago, her mother encouraged her several times and asked her to try to submit articles to publishing houses.

At that time, she was not confident in her story, and thought that her mother's praise was all out of preference and encouragement.

But today, her story does play a soothing role, and Taotao and Aunt Mu are both boasting about it.

Is she ......

Because of the long-term denial of others, and underestimate your own talents?

Is she ......

Try to believe in yourself a little more.

Actually, she can really do things well. Just like today.

"Did you come up with this idea from today's conversation?" Yao Rong put down his notebook and said with emotion.

After getting Jiang Fanyue's affirmative answer, Yao Rong did not hesitate to praise at all: "Yueyue, do you realize now what kind of talent you have?" ”

Jiang Fanyue's face instantly turned red.

In the past, she often had to pick up garbage in the sun, and coupled with her thin body, she looked dark and thin.

But in the past month or so, there is no need to go to the scorching sun anymore, and the food is also abundant, Jiang Fanyue's skin has become fairer, and his body is no longer as thin as before.

As soon as her face flushed, it became extraordinarily noticeable.

Yao Rong smiled for a long time before asking, "Have you thought of the answer to your question?" If one day you also encountered the wishing mirror in the story, would you trade this talent away? ”

If Yao Rong asked this question at noon, Jiang Fanyue would definitely be very hesitant.

But now, she can answer with certainty: "I won't change it, I really like it, I like it very much." ”