Little Snow

I tied the colored glaze strings in my hands into a necklace and gave it to my master during her wedding. "I wish you happiness." I blessed her loudly. At the same time, he silently added in his heart: Although he is not a good man. As expected, within a year or two, the man left his master. Although he had betrayed him long ago, he was still loved by his master with all his heart and soul. But he left so easily. But so what? I have no mana and can no longer go to my master. I take off my friends to take care of my master. My friends are very dedicated, and I often hear good news about my master. For example, the owner got married again, and this time she met a very good man, and they were very happy. If they are happy, I am satisfied. There is no time in the mountains, and a hundred years have passed at the snap of a finger. When I finally came to my master again, she had become a gray-haired old man. Time is ruthless, the wasted time has disappeared, and there is no one else around the master. A lonely old man, the master is lonely, right? I changed my appearance again and continued to accompany her as her friend. As for the original owner? She has already been reincarnated into the next life, and I just borrowed her body. Old, really old. When the owner has nothing to do, she likes to talk to me more and more about her past, her love affair, her parents, and the innocent and missing doll. In fact, the master doesn't like him. But the owner has really been looking forward to it for a long time. How great were her hopes and how heavy were her disappointments, and her anger and anger at that time were really nothing to attach to. She didn't even pay much attention to the fact that the doll disappeared for no reason at the end. It turns out that the master never cared about me—— I'm so sad. Really sad. But the master then talked about another person - Xiaoxue. That was the name I used to accompany her. She said she liked that doll-like girl very much and felt guilty. But in the end they were never seen again. The master quietly put the glass beads around her neck in his hands and looked at them, and finally she shed tears. I cried too. Traveling through time and across space, the master still has feelings for me and still has memories of me. Finally, through birth, old age, illness and death, the master passes away. I changed back to Xiaoxue and walked over to her, half-kneeling on the ground, and kissed the back of her hand. Her hands were already cold and her life was short. I stood up, stared seriously in front of her eyes and made a promise: I will still protect you in the next life.

Beautiful dolls should be liked by everyone, but I am not liked by my owner. I don't know why my owner was so angry when he saw me, and I don't know if he would have thrown me away if his parents were not with him at that time. But I am sad. Any toy that is not liked by its owner is sad. Until one day, I met a dreamy fairy. She was very beautiful and gentle. I asked her: Why doesn't my master like me? The fairy said she didn't know either, but she could give me a chance to find the answer myself. Eleven years. I left my master for eleven years. [Well, there is a song called Eleven Years] In fact, when I left, I had expectations, fears, and reluctance. I also followed the owner secretly to see if she would remember me. As long as she is looking for something, I won't leave. However, the owner is looking for it. But I left anyway. In fact, during those eleven years, I relied on the action of my master to find me to support me. An ordinary, lifeless doll wants to become a human and also wants to protect its owner. The cost is not only time. Many times, I couldn't hold on; I thought about giving up. Sometimes I even hate and hate why my master doesn't like me. I hate that the owner only cares about appearance. But after I finally came out in human form, all I had left in my heart was the desire to protect her. I know too well the fragility of life, the shallowness of human beings, and how helpless the world is. Therefore, I tried to find out everything about my master and tried my best to become what my master liked. I succeeded. Twin ponytails, white shirt, pleated skirt. A face as delicate as a doll and eyes as transparent as glass. I have become what my master likes. I think he will like it, right? Yes, my efforts were not in vain. The owner liked my appearance and was willing to let me live with her. That was definitely the happiest day Until one day, I saw me in the owner's photo album. At that time, I was still a lifeless male doll, wearing a black suit and looking very serious. Is this photo a memory of the owner? I glanced at the owner, she was cleaning it up attentively. In fact, this doll does not match the little doll very well. How could a four- or five-year-old child like a serious boy doll? The owner finally finished everything. She looked at me and smiled: "I have been looking forward to this for a long time. Finally, I brought back a male doll." Is it because the owner doesn't like male dolls? No wonder. I stared blankly at the memories in her eyes until she said: "I like... Just like you-" Master, do you like me like this? I smiled, the smile was bright and sunny, the smile was extremely happy, the master liked me! My efforts were not in vain! I can clearly feel that the distance between me and the owner is getting closer and closer. I am very satisfied and contented. It's a pity that happiness comes too suddenly and disappears too quickly. Master, she is in love. This is normal, isn't it? I am just a passer-by in her life, and she will eventually have a happy family of her own. I am sad and empty inside. In fact, the doll's heart is empty and hollow. The owner is happy every day, and you can clearly feel his smile and happiness every day. Should I be happy? Celebrate that the owner is about to enter a happy marriage and protect his little family. But I started to feel sad. I think it will be fine if that man treats his master well. But I saw another scene: the man who said he wanted to give his master perfect love found another young and beautiful woman. Why? Is the owner not good enough or beautiful enough? I told the master everything, hoping that she would be aware of that man's malicious intentions as soon as possible. But the master didn't believe it. Why doesn't the master believe me? Why should the owner trust a stranger? I took action. With the doll's sophistication, any man will be tempted. I took a photo of this man's half-heartedness and gave it to the owner, but the owner pushed me out like crazy. They still got married. I cry and I laugh. Cry your own sorrow and laugh at your stupidity. I looked at the cold tears flowing into my hands and laughed even more crazily: It turns out that the hot tears in my eyes would turn into cold water droplets in just a moment, leaving only shallow tear marks wherever they flowed. That's it, I stopped crying. He gathered all his magic power into his fingers and took out his right eye. I don't have any magic power left in me now. And those things that Wen originally had were injected into the glass beads in Wen's hand. If I can't continue to be by your side, then let me keep my eyes by your side. I want to see you happy.

What a beautiful story!

The plot is so good, the last sentence brought tears to my eyes - I cried, I didn't expect such a good short article here!!!