I stood alone under such a gentle sunset for sixteen years. Every evening, I would go to the road to find a generous Sun Duke to ask for a warm gift. I like to watch a little bit of golden yellow on my fingertips, my hair, the corners of my barren soul. I know that sunshine can bring joy, sunshine is tomorrow, bright day. I don't want to be sentimental anymore in bright days.
My name is Luo Ning, which my mother picked for me. I know that Luo is a kind of decoration made of noble stones. Condensation is a very pure and beautiful action. But the combination of these two words makes me feel very cold. So when I sit on the floor by myself, I like to hug myself with my arms and look cold. In fact, my heart is warm, because the sunlight will flicker on top of my head through the tall French windows, and sometimes it will slide down the long hair on my forehead onto my cheeks.
Mom hadn't come back when I climbed onto the bed. She is very busy and always socializes late to discuss business. I am used to lying in bed and looking at the ceiling waiting for her. After she came back, she always came upstairs to say goodnight to me, but I was very sleepy and sleepy at the time. I opened my eyes in a daze and only saw the diamonds on her earrings flashing before my eyes. flash.
Xiao Ning, good night. I heard her say softly.
When she is in a good mood, she will call me infinitely and tenderly. My little princess, she said so. She will smile at me, but she never hugs me, never. Nor would she touch my head as kindly as my grandmother. And when she called me angrily by first name and last name, I was often so scared that I almost jumped up. Luo Ning, Luo Ning, Luo Ning, I never knew that my gentle-sounding name could be so angry when it was called, I almost heard it hit the floor with a bang. It is so powerful that it makes me feel unfamiliar. I sometimes wonder if this is my name, am I this girl called Luo Ning.
I live in a big house on the corner of the street, with a big platform on the roof. I wanted to plant sunflowers on it, but my mother wouldn't let it. She said that growing flowers with soil would be very dirty and would attract many weird little bugs. So I stopped talking and watched the empty roof go silent day by day.
Every morning, Yan Yan would come downstairs to call me, and we would take the subway across most of the city to go to school. I like to wear sweaters with weird collars, asymmetrical skirts and suede boots, and Yan Yan is an unchanging blue T-shirt and denim. I don’t carry my schoolbag. My books are wrapped in light-colored book covers and held them carefully in my hands. Yan Yan likes to listen to MD walking, he always looks very intoxicated with his eyes closed. When crossing the road, I had to pull his sleeve to make him stop and look at the car before leaving.
Yan Yan is a happy child. His family is not very rich, but he has no worries about food and clothing; his grades are not top-notch but he is also very good; he is not very tall, but he has a delicate face and a brilliant smile; in short, he is liked by everyone Looks favored by many people. Of course, the most important thing is that he is very satisfied. Once, when he and I were walking on the road, he suddenly said that I loved my parents to death, and they were so kind to me. When I said this, the horn of the car next to me suddenly rang, and a happy voice flew up. Yan Yan raised an eyebrow triumphantly and said to me with a smile, "Look, it agrees with me!"
I suddenly envy him to death with envy. I also love my mother very much, but I forgot how long I haven't told her that I love you, maybe I never said that. But I really love her, and I know she loves me very much. She worked hard to make money and wanted to spoil me as a princess, but she didn't know that not every girl who wears a pink skirt and a velvet quilt is a princess. Sometimes when she works too hard, she will give me inexplicable temper. I don't blame her, but these trivial injuries still made small holes in my heart. They are not deep and will not bleed, but they will be very painful. This made the distance between me and her a little bit farther, so that there was no hug between me and her anymore, and made me forget to tell her that I love you.
Yan Yan gave me a book on my sixteenth birthday. He blinked at me mysteriously when he handed the book to me. This is a magic that can come true, a fairy tale for grown-up girls. Have you tried it? Believe in some magic that can come true.
magic? I haven't heard this word for a long time. How long is it? Before the clear blue sky of my childhood fell, before the torrent of time took away my broken joy, or was it a bit longer before? Before the brightness disappeared, looking back at the warmth that I had forgotten for the last time and the Mood for Love that I wanted to remember forever, is it sadness or regret that is constantly surging in my heart?
I took a look at the title of the book: Little Princess.
Come on, let me see you my little princess.
I heard my mother say to me very tenderly. I obediently turned my body to look at the face of my noble mother. I looked at her swan-like elegant and slender neck, on which a string of brilliant diamond necklaces hung. I want to say that it would look better without anything, but I can't tell because my earlobe is so painful that I can't speak. My earlobes are very full and the ears look good, but my mother insists that a diamond on it will make people like it better. I won't object to my mother's opinion, but I really don't like a cold thing on my warm and well-behaved earlobes, and it makes my ears bleed. I don't know what I am going to do, so I can only avoid my mother's admiring eyes, and lower my head and lower it.
The princess who lives in the attic raised her noble head. She lost her powerful father and all her property overnight, but she did not lower her head. She stood in the dilapidated attic, facing the principal who was only profitable. , Raised her small and beautiful chin. She coldly looked at the ugly head on the headmaster's ridiculous neck and her cold fish-like eyes, and listened to the cruel words spit out from her mean lips.
Reality and your fantasy are two different things. This is a cruel world. We have to squeeze what we deserve from it. Don't be merciful and don't do good deeds. Do you understand?
Yes.
Great, so just keep yourself safe and stop imagining yourself as a ridiculous princess.
But I don’t believe it. The princess in the attic said word by word.
Don't think you are still a princess! The vicious woman became angry from embarrassment, hahaha! God! Look at yourself! Look at this loft! Look in the mirror!
I am a princess, all girls are. Even if they are not dressed well, even if they are not beautiful, smart, or rich, they are still princesses. All of us are. Didn't your father tell you? do not have it? !
Our proud princess looked at this snobbish and indifferent woman incomparably noble. Did she say that your father didn't tell you when you were young? Didn't he tell you that every girl is a princess? Didn't he tell you to try to believe in some magic that can come true? Didn't he tell you that the real princess will not succumb? Don't you know that the princess will be happy in the end?
Princess princess, I often think about what kind of girl is a real princess. Is it possible to become a princess with beautiful clothes and expensive jewels like me? The gorgeous and expensive dresses lack the color of happiness alone, and the brilliant diamonds cannot shine with happiness. I was thinking when the princess in the attic wore shabby clothes hungry and gave the only bread to the same hungry beggar, and when she hugged the same helpless dark-skinned child with her slender arms, she was in these In the eyes of the suffering and poor people, will they be caged with a sacred halo because of the great love and compassion in her heart, will they also think that this shabby and kind girl is a noble princess and has fallen to the people?
I walked into the street alone into the subway. I like to sit in a steady subway and stare at the shiny ceiling. There is nothing in the darkness outside the window, only the clear sound from the radio illuminates my next stop. Every stop is certain and will not change, just like my life. The moment I lifted my foot, I was dragged down in that certain direction. I can't resist and don't want to resist. Why resist? I just have to be obedient and obedient. Be my little princess obediently.
At the exit of the subway station, I saw a child squatting there to play the harmonica. He didn't raise his head silently and concentrated on playing his silver harmonica. Someone walked by him and threw down two banknotes. He didn't even look at it. He just played the harmonica.
He plays very well, but the tune is too sad. I don't understand how the joyful harmonica can make music that makes people want to cry. I always thought that the harmonica was the joy of sitting on the ridge and singing to the shining sun and golden wheat fields. I didn't know that there were dead leaves and winter in the harmonica.
I touched my pocket and found a lot of change in it. I took them out one by one and placed them in my palm, a shiny piece of silver. I walked up to the kid and wanted to give him the money. He said so nicely.
But I don't know what happened, I forgot to bend down. The shiny coins slipped from my hand. Buzzing. The sound of rain is terribly harsh. They clanged and crashed on the cold ground of the subway station.
I don't know what I did. I came to this kid who I like religiously to give him a little compliment and gratitude. But now I look like a arrogant and stupid rich lady. The coins scattered all over the place hurt him and stung me. I stayed for three seconds in a foolish manner, and I could only escape in embarrassment.
I walked down the long steps back to the ground and found the sun was dazzling. There are happy people walking by my side, but I can’t be one of them. The tassels on the hem of my beautiful slanted skirt rubbed against my calves and made a rustling sound. I think I am not a princess or a princess. I am nothing. I am just a poor girl who is rich but doesn't know how to be loved. I don’t smile warmly, I don’t touch a child’s face with my hands, I don’t let others laugh happily, how can I be happy?
I don't want to think about it anymore. I want to go back to my big house as soon as possible, where there are my dolls, my chocolates, and the mother who spoils me like a princess. I have such a gorgeous life, why can't I be satisfied? I just want to get into my velvet quilt and get a good night's sleep.
But do you believe it? I really wanted to have a princess crown. It is made of daisies and sunflowers, with the fragrance of the field. And I firmly believe that it is more beautiful than pearls and diamonds.
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