snow white his stepmother

An Jie went to the gate of the city early in the morning to find the person who hired the dishwasher yesterday.

The recruiter came earlier, and as soon as he saw An Jie coming, he hurriedly grabbed An Jie's shoulder and ran into the city: "Go! Go! The cups and plates on the ceiling are about to fall!"

The two ran into the city and entered the kitchen through the back door of the palace.

In the kitchen of the royal palace, there was a bright fire and the smell of roasting turkey. The irascible chef grabbed the little worker who broke the plate by the ear and cursed. Is work coming?"

The errand runner pushed An Jie out and said with a flattering smile, "Chef, this is the new dishwasher."

An Jie smiled and saluted the chef respectfully.

The chef didn't even look at him, grabbed a handful of handkerchiefs and threw them into An Jie's arms, and said in a rough voice: "Go away, young man in Tsing Yi, the cups and plates in the corner belong to you now!"

An Jie looked over and saw that the water tank in the corner was full of oil-stained cups and plates, gold, silver, copper, tin, and even crystal, stacked one on top of the other until it reached the ceiling, dripping from the highest plate. The oil and water that came down pulled the long disgusting oil line and dragged it to the lowest cup.

An Jie frowned, noticing that everyone around him was looking at him carefully, he maintained his smile, and walked to the pile of cups and plates.

This wash, from the first rising of the sun to the tip of the moon, didn’t even have time to eat, but there was a continuous stream of used cups and plates brought over during the washing, so that An Jie’s hands were wrinkled, and there were more than half of them left. .

The last person in the kitchen was about to leave. Before he left, he comforted An Jie: "Young man in Tsing Yi, don't worry, everything will be fine after the celebrations over the past few days."

An Jie smiled lightly, his heart was already extremely irritable, "Thank you for your comfort, I also think I will get better in a few days."

The man nodded, packed his things and left.

An Jie threw away the veil, kicked the mouse hole in the corner, and said, "Come out, little mouse, and help me wash some dishes. If you do this, the remaining food in the kitchen will belong to you, and it will be tomorrow anyway." throw away."

After a while, the mice in the mouse hole all ran out. They moved quickly and cooperated seamlessly, and quickly cleaned up the pile of dishes, sorted them into categories, and put them neatly one by one. Even the dirty water in the water tank was carried out of the kitchen by them to clean up.

An Jie sat next to him and finally had a good meal. After eating and drinking, he asked the mice to remove the leftovers that were about to be discarded in the kitchen, and chose a pastry from the pastries made by the chef. On the plate, before leaving the kitchen.

An Jie walked leisurely in the palace, as if he had walked here many times. When the patrolling guard saw him, he asked, "That young man in Tsing Yi, who are you? You are so boldly wandering in the palace."

An Jie replied with a smile: "I'm a helper in the kitchen, and I deliver some pastries to the newcomer in the palace. He hasn't been here for long, and I don't know where he lives yet, do you know?"

"Oh, that's how it is. You can find the place you want to go by walking in the direction pointed by the hazel branch."

An Jie thanked him and walked in the direction directed by the guards.

There is a path in the direction pointed by the hazel branch. Following this path, Anjie first came to a small garden. There are many trees in the garden, and the ground is full of flowers and plants. There are berries hidden in the grass. From one corner came out a deer and a docile goat, and a brook ran through the garden, and there were ducks sleeping on the water with their heads under their wings.

Like a simple pocket forest.

An Jie's heart was beating very fast, he walked to the house in the garden with the pastry, and was about to knock on the door, when he heard someone whispering softly inside: "Where is the deer?

How is the deer?

I'm still here for seven days,

It will never come again. "

An Jie couldn't bear it anymore, he opened the door and walked in, put the pastry in his hand on the table, and said to the wide-eyed man, "Dear Snow, your little deer is here."

Snow's eyes were wide open—he was always indifferent, and would only let people see his always polite smile—and now he was so surprised that An Jie laughed.

"Dear Snow, don't you welcome me?"

An Jie walked up to Snow and gently touched his face.

Snow couldn't help but tilted his head, making his face closer to An Jie's palm: "It's like a dream... my little deer will appear here."

An Jie said softly: "This is not a dream, if you want, you can stand up and hug me."

Snow showed a surprised and bewildered expression.

An Jie looked at his emaciated appearance, his eyes became hot, and he couldn't help bending over to hug him: "Okay, okay, I will probably always follow you and make do with you, who made you my prince? Don't you If you want to hug me, I will hug you."

Snow chuckled, and stretched out his arms to hold An Jie tightly in his arms.

He greedily sniffed the scent on An Jie's neck, and then burst out laughing: "An Jie, you smell greasy all over your body, like the dishes that have been washed for three days and three nights."

"Who said it wasn't?" An Jie's position in Snow's arms was uncomfortable, so he pushed Snow onto the bed and lay beside him, "In order to see you, I became a helper in the kitchen."

Snow pulled Angel into his arms, nuzzled his face affectionately, touched his hand when he heard what An Jie said, and suddenly, his voice was full of sadness: "My Angel, you let me Distressed."

An Jie was lying in Snow's arms, not wanting to move. He had been running for too long, and now he felt tired all of a sudden, and he didn't even want to speak.

But Snow said: "An Jieer, although I am very happy to see you, I hope you can stay away from me now, and it is best not to see each other forever."

An Jie was taken aback, sat up, and asked with a somewhat excited voice: "Snow? Why do you say such things? Could it be that you..."

Snow also got up, and he took An Jie's hand and said softly: "An Jie, don't be angry, I only have you in my heart from the beginning to the end, and it has never changed. But I am no longer the pure me. .Do you understand? Just like once you can be a deer, you are a deer during the day, but at night, you become a human."

"I have become like that now. It is a little different from your situation. I became like this unconsciously. During the day, I want to hurt everyone. At night, I am what you see now. "

"And I'm tired, I don't want to go on like this, I'm afraid I will hurt you one day, so..."

"You are so selfish." An Jie said coldly, "So you sang in the song and left after staying for another seven days, because you decided to commit suicide."

"Snow, you are a selfish person who disappoints me. You are cowardly, irresponsible, and you have never considered my feelings."

Under Snow's hurt eyes, An Jie continued to say coldly: "Of course I know that you have me in your heart, but what I am most worried about is not this, but the unequal relationship between you and me. Now, my worry has come to an end." Reality."

"In order to save you, how much effort I have put in and how many things I have persisted in that I have never even thought about: running around, dying, killing people, but what about you? A small thing makes you choose to give up on me, a little try There was no resistance."

"I can only wonder now, is there any point in doing so many things?"

Snow's eyes were flushed, and he said in a trembling voice: "But I'm afraid... I'm afraid that I will hurt you in the daytime, you don't know what a terrible person he is, if he sees you... My Angel, If I hurt you, it would be more terrible than giving up on you."

"Are you not you in the daytime?" An Jie's voice became louder uncontrollably, "You really changed completely in the daytime, so you really don't care about me?"

Snow covered his face and said in a muffled voice, "It's different...he's different, he's a scary person, he..."

"Snow, you let me down so much now." An Jie felt that the iron hoop was too tight, and it made his heart ache. He suddenly didn't know where the end of his hope was after all the hard work he had put in.

The people he works for have changed, what else in this world will not change?

Si Nuo sat by the bed, looking at An Jie, his eyes were as gentle and affectionate as ever, full of sweet and melancholy feelings, which made people fascinated.

The sun gradually rose, and as the sunlight climbed into the window sill inch by inch, the softness on his face faded little by little, and he became dull, and it took him a long time to blink, and the muscles on his face began to twitch, as if he was struggling violently , he began to pant violently, pulling off his collar and struggling painfully.

An Jie stood aside indifferently. Looking at Snow like this, he still couldn't restrain the pain in his heart, but disappointment gripped him, making him unable to think about how to appease the painful Snow.

The sun finally rose completely, and Snow's state became stable. He lowered his head, straightened his clothes, pulled up his collar, brushed his hair, and looked up at An Jie.

He seemed to be smiling a little, his lips curled up a little bit, but he didn't seem to, because his eyes became cold, even full of hostility.

"Dear An Jie, why are you still here? Didn't that cowardly guy tell you to go away?"

Angie didn't speak.

This Snow stood up, walked in front of An Jie, grabbed An Jie's shoulder, and slowly clasped it around An Jie's neck.

An Jie's fragile throat was exposed under Snow's skinny fingers, but he remained motionless.

Snow didn't move either, he sneered and said, "You think I'm reluctant to kill you."

An Jie also sneered, and said, "It's really a good show. If you want, of course you can kill me."

Snow suddenly closed his fingers, and he gritted his teeth, as if he hated it to the extreme: "I really want...I really want to leave this hateful world with you!"

An Jie was expressionless.

Snow suddenly laughed, and he withdrew his hand to cover his eyes. After a while, he raised his blood-red eyes to look at An Jie.

"Anjie, my dear Anjie, since you want to stay, then go to hell with me."

Snow's voice was hoarse, as if it was the most fragile despair after suffering great pain.

An Jie thought indifferently, this is the worst, and I am just a dying person imprisoned by an iron hoop.

So he nodded and said, "Okay."