Schizophrenia

"The prince said very happily: 'I will never let you go this time.' Cinderella was like in a dream, full of happiness. The two sisters were very afraid of what kind of punishment Cinderella would give them? But they were kind-hearted. Cinderella still treats them like sisters."

Bruce turned a page of the book, and the boy's undeveloped vocal cords were a little immature: "Soon, Cinderella and the prince held a wedding ceremony. The scene was grand and lively. People all over the country sincerely congratulated them. Cinderella has since From now on, live a happy life with the prince!"

Closing the book, Bruce looked up at his younger brother who was staring at him: "Hey, you're not asleep!"

"Bruce, can you read me some other stories next time!" Ansang pouted and looked at Bruce, "Not to mention how many words you mispronounced, what do you think of such an illogical story? Go down!" As he said, he glanced at the fairy tale book in the other party's hand with extreme disgust.

"I've said it all, call me brother!" Bruce snorted, "You're only four years old, why don't you read fairy tales!"

"Come on, I'm not a little girl!" An Sang used to sneer at this kind of fairy tales, "If you want me to say, whoever writes this kind of story should be pulled out and messed up...a ​​good education Okay!" He changed the phrase in the middle, but he couldn't stop his extremely disdainful tone.

"Then tell me, why is it illogical!" Bruce tossed the book, sat cross-legged on the side of the bed and stared wide-eyed.

"First of all, how do you know that they are happy and happy after marriage? As a queen, how can a small family who has never received an orthodox education be able to take on this responsibility!" Ansang sat up from the bed and looked up at Bruce. , "The queen is the majestic queen of a country, how can she find a... maid!"

"What's wrong with the maid, can't the maid be the queen!" Bruce felt repulsed by his brother's thinking.

"I'm not saying she's bad, but as a queen, does she know how to arrange the state banquet, how much the annual tax is, and what to say and what not to say in diplomacy! In short, her words and deeds are representative In a country like this, can she be as generous as Leilei!" Ansang nodded, as if affirming his statement.

"You are sophistry, how do you know she can't do it!" Bruce paused, "Besides, Cinderella's father is also a very rich man, and he can be regarded as a figure of the upper class. Why don't you pay attention to education, your own children will still be raised well!"

"Then you said it yourself, isn't this a marriage!" Ansang saw his brother fall into his trap with satisfaction, "Let's talk about other things! In just a few hours of the dance, the prince is so sympathetic to such a person." A stranger who has never met before, fell in love at first sight? Don't you want to know her life, her character, everything about her?"

"Also, what's the first branch that hit your hat! You can tell your father the same next time, anyway, no one can stop me from wanting a skateboard!" Ansang rolled his eyes and didn't give Bruce a look. Opportunity to retort, "Also, I don't believe you would be super nice to someone who treats you badly!"

"She's kind-hearted!" The more Bruce heard it, the more he felt that what his brother said made sense, and he was speechless.

"If she was pure and kind, what kind of ball would she attend? Just stay at home honestly!" Ansang looked at Bruce seriously, "She said she didn't want to see the prince, but only wanted to see her court friend who was an apprentice, but she was dressed gorgeously. What are the skirts and crystal slippers for! Also, if the target is not the prince, then nothing will happen if she stays in front of the prince before the magic disappears!"

"Also, after being obstructed, he actually used singing to tell the prince about his existence before the imperial guards left! This is simply funny!" As he said, Ansang looked Bruce up and down, "Oh, I Dear brother, don't tell me you're old enough to believe in fairy tales!"

Bruce blushed from Ansang's sarcasm, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that what his brother said made sense, and he couldn't find any rebuttal words: "It's just... a fairy tale!"

"Wrong!" Ansang looked at Bruce who was about to blow his hair. He knew that teasing is good for physical and mental health. Folktales collected by people, so it may be true to a certain extent!"

"Aha, so you still think this story is true!" Bruce caught Ansang's language loophole in an instant.

"That's right, but this story is a beautified version!" Ansang nodded, "Maybe it's the real version, because the prince knew that Cinderella's mother was already dead, and it couldn't bring him benefits and nobility. Support, so it may not be necessary to marry the stepmother's daughter instead!"

Bruce was stuck speechless, seeing Bruce's gradually flushed face, Ansang finally couldn't help laughing.And Bruce, who originally just wanted to read a story and be a good brother to put his younger brother to sleep, gradually relaxed under Ansang's laughter, and laughed together.

But while laughing, Bruce raised his hand and smashed the pillow over to express his dissatisfaction with his brother laughing at him.Ansang rolled on the bed to avoid the attack, and threw his own pillow over.The two children played a game of pillow fight in the room.

"Where do you get so many wonderful ideas in your head!" After laughing and making too much trouble, Bruce lay on the bed a little out of breath, "I really didn't think about these problems when I was a child!"

"It's not a whimsical idea!" Ansang also climbed onto the bed, leaning against Bruce's head, "It's just that I don't like fairy tales at all, and I'm very angry if you read them to me!" Speech Now, since I am unhappy, you should not be happy either!

"What the hell! If you are unhappy, I will be unhappy with you!" Bruce rolled his eyes.

"Well, that's why I see you are unhappy, so I'm happy!" An Sang didn't think there was anything wrong at all.

"Then you are happy, do you want to make me happy too?"

"Don't!" An Sang directly denied, "If you are unhappy, I will be happier!"

"Little Overlord!" Bruce yawned, "This is the overlord's treaty!"

"I don't care, today is my birthday, so I'm the biggest!" An Sang snorted.

"So, do you like my gift?" Thinking of the original intention of coming to Ansang to study tonight, Bruce turned over and asked Ansang seriously.

"You mean that ugly painting?" Ansang looked at Bruce's face, which was only five or six centimeters away from him. "Although it has been abstracted to the level of Picasso, it is not bad!" With a faint smile, "I like it very much, thank you brother!"

"It's really dishonest!" Bruce's blue eyes showed a bit of disappointment.

"No, I'm really happy!" Ansang looked into Bruce's eyes and said word by word, "I really, really like Bruce's gift! Although the book is still a lot empty, we can draw together." !” As he said, he let out a chuckle.

"Brother, in the days to come, we can fill in all the remaining blanks!"