Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 114

2021-07-08

Chapter 114 First Wish

Two of the three wishes are difficult, but the rest The one that just happened to fit Shade's conjecture about the "match girl" today. In fact, thinking of the title of the god who fell in 1068 of the Fifth Age, it is hard not to think of fairy tales.

After thinking for a moment, Shade looked towards the boss of the toy store, the youngster with the ridiculous hat watching him.

"There is not much time. Today, to satisfy the desire for a story, I will try to tell a fairy tale. The desire for growth and strength will come again next time."

"Of course you can. , then from now until you leave, they can temporarily understand your language."

The saint stepped out from behind the counter, patted his hand, and five high stools appeared in the open space in front of the counter. So the two men took their seats, and the three children happily climbed onto the chairs and sat there obediently with their hands on their knees.

The uniform look somehow reminded Shade of manipulated puppets. Even if the gods are not malicious to the mortals, the mortals still cannot have contact with the gods for a long time.

Everyone looked towards Shade with expectant eyes, Shade cleared his throat, he understood what he was going to do:
"Oh, children, I'm going to talk about a very old The story, it is impossible to verify what era this story happened in, but it is definitely true."

The three children looked towards Shade with bright eyes, even the most mature looking girl would not Intrigued by this opening statement.

"It was a cold winter, and the snow fell from the sky like knives and goose feathers. It was a dimly lit street"

The saint waved his hand behind him, The light in the toy store suddenly dimmed. Darkness surrounded the five people sitting together, snowflakes fell from the sky, and in the faint moonlight, the surroundings turned into a cold and deserted street.

Shade looked up towards the sky, eyes slightly narrowed, there was only a silver moon above his head, no trace of yellow moon and red moon.

I pondered in my heart, but the story did not stop. And, seeing the changes in the surrounding environment, he was very skeptical that the "innocent creator" said "no power" is true or false, but youngster laughed to him and asked him to continue.

"The girl was barefoot in a pair of slippers, her feet were frozen blue and purple, and the patches on her clothes were almost impossible to count. She wrapped golden's hair in a shabby turban and slumped over her shoulders. Walking on the street with a small basket."

The three children looked towards the surroundings and saw a girl walking slowly in the snow. They exclaimed "Oh~" at the same time, and Shade paused, then continued hesitantly:

"She's exhausted, hungry, and cold. But she has to sell the basket. She was allowed to return home by her father. The girl stopped in front of the shining window and looked towards the hall of gold and jade in glorious splendor in the window. Now is the festival. There are lively restaurants in the window. Fragrant roasted chicken is on the dining table under the decorative tree."

The dilapidated street around the girl suddenly lit up, and the windows showed her the lives of the rich. The girl was holding the basket with her frozen hands, she stopped in front of the window, her eyes lit up looking towards the interior of the window.

The children looked surprised, and Shade suddenly couldn't bear it.

"She was so cold, she hunched over and rested by the wall. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the girl took out a box of matches from the basket, took out one, and lit it in front of her eyes, trying to keep herself warm. In the light of the fire, she saw a warm fireplace, but as soon as she put her foot in, the match went out, and she only had a burnt matchstick in her hand."

The girl on the street scratched and burned. Matches, look at the fire, then the fire goes out. This time, the Sage did not show the part of the vision described by Shade. What they saw was only the cold reality.

"She lit another match, and a roast goose jumped out of a plate, with a knife and fork on its back, and came towards her. But the match went out again, and there were only piles in front of her. The icy snowflakes."

The children listened to Shade's story carefully, only the boy who asked for the "story" looked at him, while the older girls and boys looked at the creation made by the saints. phantom.

"So she struck a match for the third time, and this time, she sat under a beautiful tree with gift boxes stacked under it."

The sage suddenly picked He raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"The little girl extended the hand to the red box closest to her, but the match went out again. So she struck the match for the fourth time. This time, in the firelight, there appeared her loving grandmother, Grandma is so gentle and loving. She didn't want to let Grandma go, so she hurriedly rubbed the whole match."

The children saw the girl huddled in front rubbing the match, this time, depicted by Shade The "phantom" part that came out also appeared.

But that's not the loving grandma that Shade describes, it's a tall silhouette wearing a black cloak and holding a scythe on the snowy night street.

From the cultural customs of this world, this means death.

Shade's speech slowed down, and he looked towards the Old God [Innocent Creator] suspiciously, who shook his head.

Time is running out, and Shade ends the story:
"In the light of the match, Grandma took her in her arms, and they both flew away in bright joy, flying higher and higher. , fly to a place where there is no cold, hunger, and pain."

The silhouette of black robe reached out and grabbed the girl's hand.

Shade watched this scene, his tone subconsciously slowed down a bit:
"Second day, the sun rose and shone on her little body."

The illusory shadow floated out from the girl, holding the hand of the black robed man, and disappeared together with the illusion of the street.

The warm and bright toy store is back with the five people again, and the children are still immersed in the story. Shade looked towards the old god, who clapped his hands:

"A good story, although the ending is not so good, but for the children, this kind of story is the best."

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The boy who asked Shade for the story also looked towards him, he hugged the teddy bear and said timidly:

"Sir, this is really a good story. Does this story have a name? "

""The Little Match Girl"."

Having said the name of the fairy tale, Shade hesitated and asked questions:

" So, what's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Parker Chad."

Shade nods and takes that name down. The saint has returned to the back of the counter, said with a smile:

"Children, what do you understand from this story?"

"Power! Only strength can control your own destiny!"

The girl sat on the high stool and said loudly.

"Grow up! Little children can't do anything!"

said the boy with the toy knife.

"Stories, sir, stories don't need meaning, stories don't need to teach, stories just need to be deeply rooted."

The youngest boy looked towards the sage, who smiled and shook his head :
"Yes, you are right. child, you must be able to become an excellent fairy tale writer, this is my blessing to you."

PS: Plus 1/15.