Please give me the notebook that makes my wish come true. I am willing to exchange my life for the flowers of his love without any regrets.
The smartest thing about fairy tales is that they only stop at the happiest passages.
"From then on, the prince and the princess lived happily together..."
"Then what?"
"No more."
"Why?"
"So you want to know?"
"Yeah."
"Then what do you think the prince and princess will become in the future?"
"The king and beyond."
"Go find the king in the fairy tale book and look back. What you want will be there later."
This was the first and last time my brother read fairy tales to me.
The infatuated prince will become the king of Mu Na, but he still has to tirelessly marry wives and concubines; the innocent and pure princess will either die early and happily or become eccentric, mean and vicious. This is what "Grimm's Fairy Tales" says.
The abducted girl turns into a witch, the little prince found by the people may prefer to herd sheep in the mountains, the more unlucky the person, the sooner he will die, and the one who wears his pigtails will definitely go to heaven. "Wilde" fairy tale, gorgeous is just the coat.
Unfortunately, my messy childhood came to an end before I could finish reading Andersen's fairy tales.
"Lolita" is a cute name for a 12-year-old girl. The earliest metaphor is "impure child".
When a child understands what love is, no matter how old she is, her childhood (which has nothing to do with happiness or unhappiness) also comes to an end at that moment.
But he was the one who read fairy tales to me only once. The guy who held my hand and pulled me into the adult world without fairy tales and without hope the moment I learned to be strong. The guy who stood coldly and watched me get hurt and then found a cage and locked me in it. It turns out that when you rescued me at that time, did you just want to see my bleeding wound?
But I still can't leave. I am greedy for the warmth he brought me when we first met. Just thinking about it makes me laugh happily. The bright red blood on the little finger is proof of the eternal bond with him.
From now on, I will live happily with him... This is my self-deception fairy tale, even if it is bitter...