Tanmei Fairy Tales

The boy did not go back tonight.The man who occupied his home, he can hide for a day.He stayed in his grandma's cabin, in the only bedroom, on the only small bed.Just like when I was a child, put my arms around grandma and ask him to tell me a bedtime story.

Grandma covered the boy with a quilt, lightly blew out the candle, and lay down with all her clothes on.There was only one tattered quilt on the bed, most of which covered the grandson.But grandma has love in her heart, and she doesn't feel cold at all.

"What story does Xiao Bao want to hear?"

"I want to hear... a story about our forest."

"Okay." Grandma's kind voice came from beside her ear, slowly and softly unfolding a bedtime story, "Once upon a time, there was a very, very dense forest, and in it lived a boy, He's very, very cute."

"Grandma... are you talking about me?" the boy asked curiously in a low voice.

In the dark, grandma patted the boy's head, and there was a hint of smile in her voice: "He is indeed as cute as Xiaobao. But, if you are talking about you, you will know after listening."

"Okay." The boy nodded obediently.

"At the other end of the forest, there is a cabin where his grandma lives..."

"Wait, grandma, there isn't a hunter in the boy's house in the story, right?"

Grandma paused: "No."

The boy smiled sweetly in the dark: "No, that's great. You can continue talking."

The grandma's rough and callused hand held the boy's hand tightly under the bed: "One day, the boy went out to pick mushrooms. After picking mushrooms, he planned to send some to the grandmother at the other end of the forest to taste. .Walking along, he met a wolf in the forest...Does Xiaobao know about wolves?"

"I know, it's the kind of animal with hair on the face, sharp fangs, can eat people, very scary!" When the boy was a child, whenever he cried, the hunter would stare and swallow it with a wolf to frighten myself.Therefore, the word "wolf" is the deepest childhood shadow in the boy's heart, but in fact the biggest shadow does not come from the animal he has never seen before, but from the person who repeatedly said that word to scare him.

"Well," the grandma continued, "but the boy in the story has never seen a wolf, and he doesn't know that wolves are ferocious. So, he told the wolf that he was going to visit his grandma in the forest."

"Then what, what next?" The boy hurriedly grabbed his grandmother's skirt.He always had an ominous premonition that this story would not end well.

"Then, the big bad wolf tricked the boy into picking some wild flowers elsewhere, and sent them to his grandma. Grandma would be happier to see her. But it ran to grandma's house by itself, and ate grandma with one bite. Down the stomach!"

"Wow—! Don't!" Although he knew it was fake, the innocent boy still hugged his grandma, for fear that grandma would be eaten by a big bad wolf that appeared out of nowhere.

Grandma patted him on the back kindly and said: "Xiaobao is not afraid, he is telling a story, and that child is definitely not you. Grandma believes that Xiaobao is very smart, and he will recognize the big bad wolf when he sees the big bad wolf." from."

"Well," the boy nodded hastily, "I will protect grandma. I will never be fooled by the big bad wolf!"

"That's good." Grandma told this story because she knew that there might be wolves in the forest, and wanted the boy to learn how to protect himself.

"And then, you haven't finished the story yet~" the boy said coquettishly while hugging his grandma.

"Okay, let me continue. Then, the wolf pretended to be the boy's grandmother, waited for the boy to come at the grandmother's house, and ate the silly boy. Finally, the hunter came and split the big ash with an axe. The belly of the wolf rescued the boy and his grandma. Look? Nothing happened in the end, right? Well, don’t be afraid, Xiaobao, go to sleep quickly.”

But the boy couldn't fall asleep.After listening to grandma's story, he tossed and turned, and the image of the hunter swinging the ax repeatedly flashed in his mind.He always felt that the ax fell not on the wolf's stomach, but on his own neck; and that person was not the benefactor who came to save his life, but the devil who wanted his life.

But a child is a child after all, after thinking for a while, he finally let go of his tired mind and fell asleep.

In fact, that night, there was a low knock on the door in front of grandma's cabin.But the voice was so soft that neither the sleeping boy nor his elderly grandmother heard it.