Chapter 300 The little match girl asks for a monthly ticket~
The streetlight outside the window flashed past, shining on their faces.
Song Nanchen closed the curtains, turned off the overhead lights, and illuminated the storybook with a flashlight.
A gentle, magnetic and deep voice slowly sounded in the darkness.
"A long time ago, on a New Year's Eve, it was terribly cold, snow was still falling in the sky, and night was approaching. There was a child wearing rags, sleeping on the cold street."
"The slippers she was wearing seemed to be her mother's shoes. Two carriages came at full speed, and the child was so frightened that she even lost her slippers."
Xiao Fubao couldn't help but frown when he heard the little girl in the story: "Don't the little girl's parents also want her?"
Song Nanchen's expression was slightly startled.
"I...I don't know, maybe I'm sick."
Seeing that little Fubao didn't speak, he continued reading the story.
"Her feet were so cold that they turned red and blue. There was a lot of firewood wrapped in the child's old apron, and she was holding a stick. She was so cold that she shouted in a trembling voice: "I'm selling firewood! I'm selling firewood! Who wants to buy firewood!"
"While walking on the street, no one bought her firewood. The child walked forward hungry and cold. Snowflakes fell on her yellow hair, which was crystal clear and really beautiful."
"The smoke gradually disappeared from the street, and the windows of the houses on the street were opened, and the smell of roast goose came out. The child was really hungry, so she sat down between the two houses, curling up into a ball in the cold."
"The child is afraid to go home because she has not sold a lot of firewood and has not earned a copper. Her relatives will definitely beat her, and the home is also very cold."
Hearing this, Xiao Fubao asked again: "Why did the little girl's father beat her? Is it because the little girl did something wrong?"
Will her father also beat her?
Song Nanchen reached out and rubbed her hair: "No, the little girl didn't do anything wrong. It was her father who was wrong."
"Can adults also make mistakes?" Little Fubao asked curiously.
After listening to her words, Song Nanchen nodded, and the tenderness in his eyebrows became even more intense: "Yes. Adults will make mistakes too. Some mistakes can be avoided without being vigilant. Sometimes mistakes will happen when you don't expect it."
Little Fubao nodded in understanding and continued to listen to the story he told himself.
"The child's hands were frozen. As long as he lit a piece of firewood, he would feel warm. But it was too cold and the firewood was lit."
"There was light on the firewood, and the child put her handle on the light. She seemed to be sitting next to an iron stove. There were bright brass balls and a brass stove. The stove was so beautiful and warm."
"When the boy wanted to put his foot over, the flame suddenly went out and the stove disappeared."
"The child lit the firewood for the first time, and this time she saw through the wall the beauty of the table, including roast goose, fruits, and exquisite dinner plates."
"When the boy was about to enjoy the beauty, the firewood went out and turned into a thick, cold wall."
"When the child polished the third firewood, she saw the beautiful Christmas tree, and her grandmother, who loved her most, stood under the tree."
Little Fubao's eyes widened instantly.
Are matches such a magical thing?
If Fu Bao lights a match, can he see his parents?
"She wanted grandma to stay by my side, so she polished all the wood."