[Comprehensive fairy tales] Ganlin fairy tales

Thrushcross didn't know that disaster was imminent, so he still arranged for tomorrow's reunion.

In his plan, the atmosphere between the two of them is already very good, it's time to give a gift, and then propose again.

It's really stressful and embarrassing~

Thrush held her face in her hands and was excited for a while, then cleared her throat, and continued to turn on the lamp to write plans.

The plan has already been written for more than ten pages, which are all what he will say to his family Charlotte tomorrow, and after each sentence, several reactions of Charlotte are preset.

He moves his pen like a wind, and his strategies for major national events are not so thoughtful, and his own poems are not so inspired.

Ahhhhh, his Charlotte will definitely be touched tomorrow, because he himself has been touched badly by himself...

When Huameizui thought of this beautiful scene, he couldn't help but put down his pen and covered his face with a smile.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

In the middle of the waves, Thrushcross mouth was forcibly interrupted, and went to open the door with a dark face.

It's better to really have something to do, or you will have to look good!

Thrush held back the heartache of having her good feelings interrupted, opened the door indifferently, and then learned the news of a bolt from the blue from her subordinates.

"What? He went out?!" Thrush suddenly panicked with a strong premonition.

I could have guessed it with my feet!

Who else could Charlotte go out to meet in this strange country? !

Of course it was Hubert the dead tramp who ruined his Ansair marriage!

That dead Hubert, it’s okay to hinder Ansair’s love, it’s okay to snatch Charlotte’s first love, and let Charlotte avoid him after so long Ansair to see that damned Hubert!

Rubbish!Bitch!

Of course, both trash and slut refer to that rotten Hubert!

Thrush made a mistake, and rode out of the palace on a fast horse with a look of grief and indignation, as if her lover had been coveted.

But as soon as the cold wind blew, and surrounded by his subordinates who had become serious under his oppressive aura, as if they were ready to go to the battlefield, Hua Meizui woke up, and after thinking deeply, his whole body was not good.

Oh yes, his impersonated Hubert doesn't live there anymore...

The extras he let his men find later—the neighbor who admired the king, the opposite door who hated Hubert, the benevolent street crowd—had almost left...

Most of the residents on that street were residents of dilapidated houses, and he had arranged jobs for them, because they didn't need to act, and he hadn't given them room to act in for a long time.

The jobs he gave them were not easy to get a lot of money, but only enough to fill their stomachs, and they had to work hard to have meat to eat.

So in case a small number of residents on that street are too lazy to work, or a small number want to go back to live in that dilapidated house to save money, then!he!Should!How!what!manage? !

Thrush, who has traveled many times in microservices, knows that those people are very likely to do this!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

No, it was because he was in love with Charlotte, lived too selflessly, and forgot about this stubble that might lead to his complete failure——

Thrush had no choice but to hurry up and ride again, in order to get to that street quickly, so as to intercept Charlotte in time.

It should be said that this is fortunately a fairy tale, and it is a fairy tale that can be edited and described by the system, otherwise Thrushcross will be complained by the Animal Protection Association.

But... it's still too late.

Charlotte sat in front of the steps of the run-down cottage, where he and Hubert had first revealed their hearts and been understood for the first time in the moonlight.

He hugged his knees with his hands, resting his chin on his knees, his eyes were empty, and his face was full of loneliness and sadness.

Hearing the sound of horseshoes, Charlotte glanced up, and then gave Thrushcross a cold look.

That gaze was as cold as if Thrushcross had taken off his clothes, allowing Thrush to see the incomparably ugly self that he once thought he was.

That gaze seemed to peel off the love and ambiguity of these days layer by layer, making Thrushcross desperately see their relationship return to freezing point.

No, not the freezing point, but the world that is colder than the freezing point.

There is heavy snow, there are thousands of trees withered, there, if any living thing does not have a particularly strong body, if it does not have several times more warm measures than usual, it will definitely be frozen to death.

But Thrushcross's strong body has already weakened under the cold gaze of a lover, and the heat preservation facilities of Thrushcross's mouth are all ineffective in the cold emotion of a lover.

Thrushcross rolled and scrambled off the horse, even though her feet were limp in fear, her lips were pale with despair, her face was blue with sorrow, even her heart beat violently and fast as if heralding a disastrous end, as if she wanted to get out of her body. It's easier to jump out and die directly.

He still walked towards Charlotte, and he still walked towards Charlotte very quickly.

You can't pass it, if you don't pass it, you really have nothing.

Under the complex emotions of anxiety and panic, Thrushpassed with an unnatural face twitching, he murmured for a while, and said pleadingly: "Listen to my explanation..."

You must listen to my explanation, please...

But his tongue quickly froze.

Because he saw the silk that was broken into small pieces on the ground.

It was the silk cloth that Hubert handed to Charlotte to wipe her tears before Charlotte left the palace. The silk cloth that Burt took away quietly.

That was when Charlotte and Ansair were having an affair, and after Ansier was jealous and wanted to take away the silk cloth, Charlotte said...

He says……

He smiled happily and slyly said...

"This is the handkerchief you dropped, did you forget?"

This is my handkerchief, did you forget?

How can you tear them into pieces like this, how can you throw them all on the ground, have you forgotten the friendship between us?

Although she knew it was her fault, Thrush couldn't help thinking in pain and despair.

Because he also knows what it means to tear it up and throw it on the ground at random, like facing a piece of useless paper that needs to be destroyed and thrown away...

"Listen to my explanation..." Thrush begged bitterly.

"Tell me." Charlotte said coldly.

His content was brief, as if he didn't want to waste any more words on the thrush.

"I love you..." Thrush was the first to say in a panic.

"Do you love me?" Charlotte seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world, "You love me and you will play me around? You love me and you will play me as a slave? You love me and you will watch Am I lied to and bullied? You love me and watch me suffer?! Yes! I loved Hubert, I fell in love with him, and he left me alone, I gave up loving him , fell in love with you again, and now find out that you are a liar! You are a fucking liar!"

Charlotte laughs at the most absurd thing in the world, laughs at the most ridiculous fooled self in the world.

He turned his head and resolutely did not look at Thrushcross mouth again.

"It's not like this..." Huameizui explained painfully, "I didn't understand love before, and I thought that as long as there is a beautiful queen, she must be beautiful, and she must be a princess. So I chose you, and I will marry you." Your father and king joined forces to act in a play, hoping to get rid of your bad habit of being arrogant and unscrupulous, which only offends others..."

Charlotte fell silent, but her eyes were filled with dead silence.

"But, but..." Thrush said regretfully, "But I forgot that there are many people in this world who are not what they seem on the surface, and I also forgot that there are many people who behave in ways that are not in line with etiquette." It's because of their considerations..."

Charlotte's eyes moved, but he looked at Thrushcross mouth very stiffly like a puppet man's stiff movements.

Thrushcross eyes became cherished, he cherished it as carefully as the best treasure in the world, he counted his psychological process, he finally said "... I approached his world, I finally understand These principles, and finally learned to love, true love does need to keep him from going astray, but the most important thing in true love is to listen to his heart, so that he can respect him and let him not go astray at the same time. He kept the proudest self..."

Charlotte's eyes became complicated, and her lips moved.

"I love you, Charlotte, I long to have the real you, and I wish the whole world would know that I am finally with you." Two bright tears flowed down Thrushcross's face like clear streams, and the corners of his mouth But it rises into the most sincere and beautiful arc.

Charlotte's expression couldn't be more complicated. Her lips were murmured for a long time, and she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

Both of them were silent for a long time.

"It's cold today, and I'm cold too, Charlotte, will you go home with me?" Thrush was the first to break the silence, he changed from hunched over to kneeling on one knee, like Charlotte on the stairs held out his hand.

His eyes are sincere and touching, and his love is thick and endless.

"Is it true what you said?" Charlotte asked.

"Of course!" Thrush nodded emphatically, fearing that it would not be strong enough to make Charlotte more suspicious.

These are not the manuscripts he listed tonight. Although the manuscripts are indeed full of his truth, the current conversation is the most naked/naked truth in his heart.

"But I can't believe it anymore." Charlotte never held Thrushcross's hand, her eyes were sad and gloomy.

Thrush forced himself to laugh: "I will wait, I deserve it, so I am willing to wait for as many years as I want."

"But I may not be able to wait for you. There are so many people in this world, and I don't care about their identities. I only care about whether they treat me sincerely and understand me. What will you do then?" Lotte's eyes were as empty as the sky above his head that seemed to have no emotion at all, and seemed to be hidden in the infinite darkness.

Thrushcross thought that his heartache was enough, that he had shed enough tears, but when he heard Charlotte's hypothesis, his heartache was so painful that he could die. The Flood of Human Extinction...

Tears of desperation and sorrow flowed from his eyes in endless streams.

In a blur, in a silence, Thrushcross heard herself choking and saying hoarsely: "My proud princess, of course I will be happy for you..."

You have waited for so long and finally you are happy, you have been sad for so long and finally your heart no longer hurts, you have been lonely for so long and finally someone is with you.

How can I do things that hinder your happiness?

How can you do something that disappoints you again?

I have already missed it once, and I will definitely not do it again, otherwise I am really not worthy of your liking.

Although thrush was full of tears, her smile was still open for Charlotte.

[Comprehensive fairy tales] Ganlin fairy tales