My sisters say that many people live on the other side of the mountain. They are the stupidest creatures. They always think they are the smartest and most advanced creatures. They always try their best to get what they want, but they don't know that they always lose more to get what they want. They crossed the mountain and came back. Then usually after dinner, they get together to talk about the people on the other side of the mountain. I really want to see what people are like, but if I want to go out of the forest to the other side of the mountain, I must be 20 years old. I'm still a few months away from turning 20. I am looking forward to the arrival of 20 years old now. In this way, I can leave this dark forest and my dear chirping sisters.
I think I should study magic harder, which is actually more useful for me to go to the mountains after I am twenty. Grandma Feng often calls me a clever little witch when she passes by. Oh, I like grandma Feng. She is very peaceful. Although her old face is full of wrinkles, you don't know that every wrinkle of her will smile. Grandma Feng said I was smart and should learn more magic. But I don't like the magic. I don't like mixing scorpion venom with spider blood, and I don't like grinding wolf's teeth into powder. I don't like all these recipes. I only like to bake my gingerbread man. Speaking of gingerbread villain, this is actually a bad magic, but in fact, it is a good magic. Let me give you an example:
One spring when Second Sister was twenty years old, her sisters held a carnival for her and sent her out of the forest. In autumn, the second sister came back with a handsome younger brother. In the evening, the sisters set a big table of delicious food for their return. The handsome brother looks very happy. He kept eating and drinking wine made of jasmine, and the two sisters were very happy. They kept pouring him wine until he was happily drunk.
Then they gave him to me, along with my second sister's tears, poppy petals and snake venom. I coated him with these ingredients and put him in the oven. By morning, he had become a beautifully baked gingerbread villain. At breakfast, I heard my sisters say that this is the best way to treat my sadness. Only by eating him in my stomach will I forget him, and those ingredients are to make my second sister more charming and vicious, so as to get back at these so-called people.
Summer passes so quickly that I don't even have time to look at the stars in the only open space in the forest. All summer night, I was baking gingerbread little people.
It's autumn, and when Grandma Feng blows off the first leaf, she is also wishing me a happy birthday.
At night, I quietly walked out of the magic house without saying goodbye to my sisters. Anyway, they only thought of me when baking gingerbread.
The place beyond the mountain is called the city. The buildings there are taller than the trees in the forest, but they are bright and brighter than the forest. There are many people living in it, like squirrels living in trees. Those people look nothing special. They walk with the same feet and have the same hair, which makes me happy for nothing. But anyway, out of the black forest, I never want to go back. Anyway, I want to live the same life as people.
In winter, I finally became a member of this city. I have a squirrel's nest, I don't have to wear a linen apron all day, and I have a small cake room. Of course, I can't bake gingerbread little people here anymore. I bake bread, all kinds of bread, steamed cakes and soft cakes. The skills I learned in the forest have all come in handy in the city. People in the city like things that my sister doesn't like.
One day, it snowed heavily, and I exclaimed as soon as I opened the door in the morning. Such beautiful snow covers such a city, but it has no taste. On the way to the bakery, I stepped on it lightly, for fear of waking up these glittering elves. I raised my little face and looked at the falling snow petals. I just wanted to reach out and touch these ice crystals, but I was overthrown by a sudden object. I quickly looked up. This is a tall man, yes, a man in the city, no different from other men. But it seems that he didn't intend to help me up, just looked at me and ran away with a frown. Ruined my good mood in the morning, this damn man. I limped back to the store, and my bones hurt all day. I have to admit that I have been in the forest for too long, and I often get out of the sun. My bones are brittle. At the moment, I doubt whether my bones may break. I can't stand for a long time, rub my face hard, and I can't straighten up quickly when I bend over. So, I decided to give myself a rest.
I stayed indoors, watched the snow from the window, basked in the sun on the balcony, and occasionally smelled the pine trees in the black forest. I suddenly miss the black forest. I wonder if my sisters miss me or how they made gingerbread figures without me.
I read books, look for all new ways to make bread online, and then try it at home, which is enough for me to spend this boring time. In a few days, the bakery should reopen. Yes, I found a kind of bread called "deep love" in a book the other day, so I can try it while I am still free. I found all the ingredients, but there seems to be no sugar. So I went downstairs. Fortunately, there is a big supermarket downstairs. If I lack any ingredients, I can find them in the supermarket. Maybe it's because there are more people in the supermarket than usual on Sunday.
The ingredient rack is at the bottom of the supermarket, and I want to squeeze in. I like this atmosphere. The forest is empty, except for my sisters, only my little animal friends. Even during the magic festival, I have never seen so many people. In that festival, the animals in the forest will come out, and other wizards in the forest and fairies in the sky will also come down. Magic will choose a person with the best magic as the visiting prosecutor of the magic world, and everyone will get together to discuss the updated magic. So when I was a child, the Magic Festival was very lively. But later, the power of the magical world became weaker and weaker. According to my sisters, this is because the forest where we live is getting smaller and smaller, and all the animals have run away. Many wizards can't stand the attraction of the city and don't want to continue these ancient traditions. Therefore, the magic festival is getting weaker every year.
The candy I want is on the top of the shelf. Alas, I am too short to stand on tiptoe. Usually I ask the clerk to help me with it, but there are so many people today that all the clerks have left. I tried to stand on tiptoe again, hoping to reach the candy bag I wanted. At this time, the sugar packets are easy to fall off. Of course, this is what I thought the sugar packets were easy to fall off. In fact, there is a hand on it, a man's hand. Along the man's arm, I saw a good-looking man. In fact, in my opinion, as long as men with good facial features are good-looking, he smiled. I think he looks familiar, but I can't remember where I met him. I started thinking from the owner of the flower shop next door. I thought about all the men I know, but I still can't remember who he is.
With sugar, I can continue to make bread. After a busy morning, the bread is finally baked. I took out the flour and tasted it before I could pat it off my nose. The weather is very hot. I nibbled at the bread, always feeling that something was wrong. I took out the recipe and studied it again. At this time, I found that there was a small line at the bottom of the ingredient list: if it was matched with three grams of loving eyes, the taste of this bread would be better. Damn, where can I find this formula? I worked all morning in vain, and finally I had to give up.
The bakery opened again, and the florist next door brought his gift-a bunch of gerbera to congratulate me on my recovery. Many times later, the owner of the flower shop often came to talk to me. In his view, I was just a child who fell but didn't cry. He brought me many flowers, told me the story of each flower, told me the romance of roses, the elegance of violets, the purity of jasmine, and the piety of Ma Zhaolian ... I never knew that flowers could be so beautiful, and the owner of the flower shop often brought me some flowers dried by herself, so that I could make them into fruit scented tea or. In the black forest, everything can be a formula in the magic book, and everything is so boring. I'm thinking, maybe I'm also a little witch who doesn't love tradition. Everything here fascinates me.
My sisters sent another letter from Healy the Bat, saying that the gingerbread villain they baked was not as delicious as mine, and asked me when I could go back to the Black Forest. By the way, they gave me a magic book so that I could continue to study in the city, saying that there are fewer and fewer witches in the forest. Only then did I know that even if my sisters laughed at me, I was still their little sister in their hearts. Celie comes here more and more often. Every time she brings me some recipes from the Black Forest, she stays in the city for a while. As my assistant, my life is really happy.
Spring is a rainy season, and spring rain is always raining. If you are in the black forest, it is a good season to pick mushrooms. Unbeautiful mushrooms can be used to make soup, and beautiful mushrooms can be dried to make recipes. There are no mushrooms in this city.
On this day, there are not many guests. I'm just about to close the shop and go home. I plan to stay in a warm and comfortable nest and continue to watch my latest bread making. Ding, a guest came. It was a man. He smiled apologetically and said to me, "Do you mind if I hide here for a while?" Originally, it rained again. Oh, this spring rain is really like a crying little girl. I nodded with a smile, looked at his face and found that he frowned at the spring rain. Oh, I remember, this man, the man who knocked me down, the man who helped me with my sugar bag. I have never seen a person frown so beautifully, so I remember him, but he seems to have never seen my rain. There seems to be no intention of stopping. During this time, I have been hiding behind the counter, leaving his back in my mind. I don't like this silence between two people. My brain keeps spinning, and I'm trying to find a topic. I approached him by the window and told him that we had met. I saw doubt in his eyes. Hehe, I like this feeling, a little game that makes me very happy. He can really be regarded as a handsome man. He looks even better than Max, a wizard in another forest. Max the wizard will come to my house often. He is familiar with his sisters. He is a kind-hearted wizard. He knows all kinds of evil magic, but he never uses it. Besides, he is knowledgeable. My sister will ask him about the magic she can't figure out. The wizard Max often brings me gadgets, such as the brilliance of the moon or the sound of a nightingale.
As soon as the topic is opened, the scene will become very relaxed. I told him everything about making bread, what kind of bread is baked just right, and he talked to me about coffee, the city and interesting things on the Internet. Now I think he is as knowledgeable as the wizard Max. I don't know many things he said. Now it's my turn to stare.
The streets are wet, and there will be dripping rain on the eaves. At night, only two figures are moving, and there are hearty laughter. It seems that the rain came at the right time, and it rained at the right time. This is a very relaxed feeling, as comfortable as stretching. A gust of wind dispersed the dark clouds, and the fairies hid behind the stars and snickered.
It's warm inside. I looked at Hili upside down with a quilt and chatted with her. Suddenly, I found that she was also beautiful. The eye they called the bean was lovely, and the fairy blinked. In the morning, Healy woke me up with a squeak, and the sun just penetrated the curtains and shone brilliantly in my eyes. I lay lazily in bed, thinking about what he said to me in my dream. I like city mornings, especially when the sun is shining. I jumped out of bed happily and danced around the house, holding a cup of rose fragrance and a chrysanthemum cake in my hand. A good morning will bring a good mood to the day. The mist has not yet dispersed, and the city has become pink and delicate in the sunshine and mist. Cars are coming and going, sneaking around, and people who are not awake are walking with yawns. When the bakery was about to open, the proprietress next door came and gave me a bottle of her newly air-dried forget-me-not and a rose. Her eyes sparkled. She told me that she didn't send roses, but a gentleman came to order them early in the morning and asked her to give them to me. The roses that want to bloom are shining with morning dew, and the water drops reflect my smiling face. I'm glad to pin it on my bun. Healy prepared flour, butter and sugar for me. Today, I will try to make a blue-purple cake with forget-me-not.
Thinking is just a passer-by hiding from the rain and embarrassment.
In the evening, he went into the cookie house again, and I was holding my sleeves and beating the eggs all over the sky. He said he would buy some cakes and cook breakfast at home. Unfortunately, I was so embarrassed that he saw me in such a mess. The cake was steaming in the stove, and he continued to chat with me. I like his eyes and spirit. He told me about his company and colleagues. I have never been to the company he said. It seems very interesting. Many people work together. I've always been alone. I have never tried to cooperate with others. I kept asking him this and that like a curious cat.
The cake is steamed, and the color is really as gorgeous as I thought. I hid in the workshop and read a spell to the cake, asking him not to forget me for the rest of his life. Healy said I was stupid. People always like the new and hate the old. Even a spell can't keep them with someone forever. Besides, I am a witch. How long can I stay in this city? Damn Healy, I really hate it. I cut a small piece of cake and sent it outside, invited him to taste my new style, and stared at him bite by bite. I'm so happy. He said that he had never eaten a blue-purple cake. The color is scary, but there is an unspeakable taste, which is really delicious. Hey, forget me, I want you to keep me in your heart all your life.
Later, he often passed by my bakery. I like the feeling of being with him. He helps me knead the dough every time he comes. He is a man with greater strength, and the dough is always just right. I also like to see him covered in flour. He bakes muffins, cakes and toast with me. He even told me that if he had money, he would open a coffee shop nearby and sell all kinds of coffee to match my snacks. I wonder what kind of coffee shop it should be. It will be good: I like to let the sun shine all over the room. I like the smell always floating in the room. I will ask the florist to put different flowers on the table every day. ...
He took me to drink coffee, another tempting drink. He told me the mystery of cappuccino, the melancholy of Mandinin, the mellow of blue mountains, the happiness of mocha and the romance of Scotland ... I learned to drink different kinds of coffee and tried to appreciate this strange drink, which is more attractive than jasmine wine and more profound than fruit scented tea.
Is this love? Every day, I can't get over it. I always expect him to come at dusk, and I can see the sun even in rainy weather. As soon as we separated, I began to miss him again. His fingers always seem to be intertwined, and his voice always whispers in my ear ... My sisters never told me that love tastes a bit like a gingerbread villain, sweet and fragrant.
In the morning, is it beautiful, or am I beautiful? He still slept soundly, his pointed lips slightly upturned, and his fingers gently stroked his newborn beard. I picked up my laptop and rummaged through it. Inadvertently saw the word "affectionate". I sneaked into the kitchen from the bed and successfully made "affectionate" bread with 10 grams of loving eyes. Then I stayed aside and watched him eat my affection with a smile. I never knew witches could fall in love, and they loved each other so much that they completely regarded themselves as a small city woman who knew nothing about it. At this moment, I only hope that my past is just a dream. I don't know anything. I don't want to go back to the Black Forest to continue studying magic. I haven't even thought about whether the magical world will gradually disappear.
With him, I really don't want to go back to the Black Forest. The magic book was gradually thrown aside by me, and only Healy kept shouting, "Don't give up. Do you really want witches to become extinct?" Think about it, if there are only such self-righteous creatures in the world, who will punish them? As long as there is only one witch left, the magical world can continue to exist. "I said," don't you have sisters? Healy told me that only a really kind witch can use the right magic at the right time. Only in this way can the underworld and the human world not be confused. On the other hand, my sisters just use all the magic they know to do what they want.
Soon, summer will be over. When the wind blows off the first leaf again, I have been in this city for a whole year. Time passed quietly and happily between him and me. I don't know if I can stay for another year. When a witch has been in the city for two years, she must decide whether to stay in the city or return to the black forest. If you stay in the city, you will lose your magic forever and truly become a mortal in the city. If I can really win his heart with my true feelings instead of magic this year, it will be meaningful for me to stay in this city, because I can't have any more magic and I can't continue to make forget-me-not cakes. In this year, I will use my magic as little as possible to see the final result.
In early autumn, Healy brought back a crystal ball. The crystal ball is a symbol of the magical world. Only when your magic ability increases can you get a crystal ball, because if your ability does not reach the level, the crystal ball can only be an ordinary crystal ball and can only be used as an ornament. I can see everything I want from the crystal ball. The Black Forest is getting quieter and quieter, Healy said, because my sisters played a trick on a man passing by the forest, but they didn't know he was a bagpiper in Hamelin. The piper was very angry. He took away all the animals in the forest with magical music, making the forest more desolate and dark.
I am ambivalent in my heart. While continuing to learn magic, I regard him as a mortal. Like any woman in a small city, I do everything for him with love. I'm still listening to him say that I'll never understand urban interpersonal games. I'm still trying to give up my favorite fruit scented tea to drink his favorite coffee. I also make bread with 10 grams of loving eyes every morning and wait for him every night. I think it's time for Healy to get the grimoire back. I have made up my mind to stay with him and stay in this city. Healy advised me to continue studying until the day when I really made a decision. In other words, Healy was right. At least, it won't do me any harm to learn more magic for a while.
His work seems to be getting busier and busier. I have returned to the habit of walking home alone every day. He often tells me that he is tired. He stopped talking about interesting things in the company, but told me that the games in the company bored him. I can only frown at him. I hate that I can't help him share his worries. He said he might be happier if the coffee shop opened, and I believe that, but I still can't use magic to help him. He began to go home at night. He told me that he was trying to make money for his coffee shop and our common dream.
I sit on the sofa night after night and don't want to read any more. Healy spoke to me without saying a word. He couldn't stand it, but he advised me to go back to the Black Forest. I said, "Healy, this is not the last day. You won't let me give up magic, and you don't advise me to leave him now. "
But I found that there is really nothing to say between him and me. They are silently guarding this family. I shook his hand with my hand, but he pushed it down bit by bit. I find that there always seems to be an insurmountable invisible obstacle between us. I am getting farther and farther away from his heart. He didn't talk to me about interesting things like before, and took me for coffee. The sound in the room is getting smaller and smaller. I'm afraid of this feeling. Without him to chat with me, I feel out of place in this city. I have nothing in this city except my cookie house and him. I tried to ask him and tell him my fear, but I was often knocked down by his Gherardini eyes.
I tried to wander in the dark when he didn't go home at night, hoping to really integrate into the city. The night in the city is charming, many neon lights keep flashing, and people in evening dresses become crazy. I walked carefully, looking at those exaggerated faces, listening to screaming music, being pushed and shoved by the crowd, and I was afraid that I would not find him or myself. The night in the Black Forest is quiet and peaceful. Although some annoying owls are always staring at me, I can hear the nightingale singing, and there is no such false color to cover up the light of the stars. Oh, since when do I think this city has become false? Shouldn't I love this city very much? Who loves it in the morning and loves it?
There are several wild chrysanthemums lying in the cup, and the kettle on the stove makes a purring sound. I just sat looking at the crystal ball on the table and hesitated whether to get close. Healy looked at me coldly, without any expression. I don't like it very much. It knows what I want to do. Yes, I want to see where he is and what he is doing from the crystal ball. I'm saying to myself, just once, just once, I used a little magic to treat him, and my feelings finally overcame my reason. Healy stood on my shoulder and explored the crystal ball with me.
The halo dispersed and the crystal ball reflected the scene. I just looked at it. In the crystal ball, he and another city girl walked into a nice restaurant with gentle waiters, soft lights and rich food. They sat down, I saw him order a cup of his favorite coffee, I saw them talking and laughing, I saw them walking along the tree-lined path after dinner, I saw him holding her hand, just like he was holding mine, I saw it, I saw it … until a drop of blue blood slipped from my mouth. Healy left the last sentence: "I will wait for you in the black forest." Just flew away.
I couldn't give up on him, so I began to use magic: I cooked a sumptuous meal with lark's tongue, witch's hair and my only warmth, and put a spell in each dish, waiting for him to come back. There is something called tears wandering back and forth in my eyes, and I try very hard not to let it fall. When I was very young, my sisters always told me that witches can't shed tears, because a tear will turn into a wrinkle and shorten our lives. Witches can only remain young if they pass on their pain to others and make themselves happy.
The light came on, but he came back, and my stiff body couldn't move. He came and sat at the other end of the table and began to speak. He said he was leaving. He said he didn't think I attracted him anymore. He said he was sorry. He said that this was not the result he wanted. He said he knew another girl. He said she could make him realize his dream-his coffee shop. He said I was a lovely girl. He said that I was a girl who once made him happy. He said he believed.
I watched him spit out these words from his sharp lips with shining eyes. I said, how about something to eat? He shook his head. He said he was leaving. I asked him to stay for five more minutes with my sad eyes. I found jasmine wine brewed a long time ago in the kitchen. It took so long to become more mellow. I put my tears in the wine and take them out. I told him, "My time is up. Since you think we can't go on, since you have decided to leave me, it's meaningless for me to stay in this city. I will return to the black forest after dawn and never come to the city again. "
I watched him drink and then watched him fall asleep. Touch his outline gently with your fingers and feel his body temperature.
The leaves on both sides of the street are gone. Sitting by the window, watching the traffic in the street and the lights of the city, a familiar wind suddenly blew. "Clever little witch, it's time to go back to the Black Forest. After all, you don't belong in this city. " Right? I can't get familiar with the city after all. I'm not from the city after all. Even if it once made me happy, even if it once accommodated me, I can only pass through the streets of the city as a passer-by. Nobody knows I'm a witch. No one knows that I have been here.
When the morning mist pervaded every corner of the city again, the gingerbread villain was cooked and lay on my newly bought porcelain, but I couldn't swallow it anyway. Although I know that if I swallow it, I will forget him and forget that there is still a scattered heart in my chest. If I swallow it, I can restore my youth and beauty, but I can't bear to swallow it like this.
The forest is still so dark, owls still appear in the dark, and roses are still in full bloom among thorns, but now they are not so annoying to me. Some nights, I even went barefoot into the thorns to collect red roses and pin them on my bun.