Mr. Snail

——Sir, can you tell me the story of the snail girl? ——Okay, there was a poor and down-and-out scholar, one day he picked up a snail, and at night the snail turned into a beautiful girl, helping him clean and cook dinner... ——Sir, can you tell me the story of Mr. Snail? ——Well... A poor painter met a bandit leader. Later, the bandit leader became his close friend, helping him clean and cook dinner... ——Then what is the final outcome, sir? ——You ask about the ending? The ending, of course, is that the poor painter was... Uh-huh... Why are you covering my mouth! ——Go, go, don't talk nonsense in front of the children (whispering)... The ending... The ending is that you should go home. Look, the smoke over there has risen. Go home. ——Goodbye, gentlemen! --Goodbye. - Go ahead. Shall we go home too? ——Come on, it's time for us to light up the smoke and start the fire. Otherwise, my eldest young master, what will you do with your dinner? Squeak, the small door of the bamboo house was closed, blocking the sky with fluttering kites outside and the two figures walking away together. Who said that only mountains and rivers can be close friends? ———————————————————— Yes I'm here again! Although I also feel that it is not kind, but I just want to update this short story. QAQ, I really can't write a long one... I'm angry.