Han Xiyan's eyes softened as he thought about that figure in pure white, "How could I forget? Ever since that day, that little girl risked her own life to rescue my mother from the knife. Her look at that moment has been engraved in my mind.
, every time I think of a seven or eight-year-old girl who could risk her life for a stranger, I feel very beautiful and touched! That is one of the few beautiful things in my life, one of the few
I can’t bear to throw away things that are worth remembering, and I will continue to look for them even if there is only a glimmer of hope!”
"Yan, have you ever heard of such a story?" Ling Haotian asked Han Xiyan: "A long time ago, an angel named Angelatin fell into the world because of an injured wing. A five-year-old girl with eyes as clear as water rescued him and cured him.
When they parted, Angelatin asked the girl what she wished for.
The girl smiled and said, I want to marry an angel.
Twenty years later, Angelatin came to the world again, looking for the girl with eyes as clear as water.
However, he searched all over the town but could not find it. Later, a man pointed to a house and told him that the girl he was looking for lived in that house.
That man tricked Angelina.
What Angelatin saw was a bad woman named Solita. Solita stayed with Angelatin, but Angelatin still went to find the girl every day.
Later, someone told Angelina that he could write a missing person notice and post it everywhere, and girls might see him and come to know him.
Writing a missing person notice requires a pen. Of course Angelatin doesn't know what a pen is. Solita told him that he can just find a feather and dip it in ink to make a pen.
Late at night, Angelina reluctantly plucked out a feather, wrote many missing persons notices and posted them.
However, the next night, Angelatin could not find his quill. Solita said that the feather was very beautiful, and she sold it for ten coins.
Later, Angelatin would pluck out a feather every night to write a missing person notice. The next day, the feather would be sold by Solita. The price of the feather became higher and higher. Some people had sold it to 250 people.
money.
Angelatin hated this haggard and greedy woman who used his feathers to make money more and more, and finally one day Angelatin had only one last feather left.
That night, he ran away. He didn't want this feather to be sold by Solita again, but he could no longer fly. He could never return to heaven, even if he was an angel...
After a long time, Solita heard someone say in a flower shop that an angel was found in the forest. It only had wings and no feathers. It seemed to have been dead for a long time. Solita said lightly, "What's that? My five-year-old angel."
I once saved an injured angel, and I even said I wanted to marry him. When he flew away, his wings were very big and white. I saw it with my own eyes..."
Ling Haotian stopped talking, and there was silence all around.
Han Xiyan was very moved, not because of this story, but because of Ling Haotian.
This arrogant young master who could control the wind and rain spent so long telling such a long story, just to tell him that people will change.
Maybe the cute little angel who saved his mother in the past has now turned into a haggard, greedy and bad woman.
He hoped that he would not live his life with illusions.
