Chapter 5 finally married the prince

An An and the bent-legged Ang Di were grabbing a pick-up truck. Ang Di won the snatch and hugged the thing tightly in his arms, desperately resisting the enemy's attack. Seeing An An let go of her hand suddenly, mother took a step back.She was about to appease him, but saw the two-year-old raised her two small arms, made a hunter's shooting posture, aimed at Ang Di, and made a "bang bang" gunshot, and then said with satisfaction: " died!" Mother felt thrilling, only she knew where the inspiration for An An's "killing" came from. "After the big wolf swallowed grandma and Little Red Riding Hood, he felt tired, so he collapsed on grandma's bed and fell asleep." Mom and An An snuggled together to read a book of world fairy tales published by Guangfu Bookstore.The wild wolf on the pages of the book is vividly drawn, with a big mouth showing sharp white teeth, and a blood-red chin.

"The hunter is coming!" Anxious An An rushed ahead and continued for his mother; he had heard this story many times, and he remembered every detail. "A hunter just passed by the little house," mother continued, "and heard the whirring sound in the house, and wondered: why does grandma's voice sound so bad? He looked closer and saw the big bad wolf, so he raised his gun. -" An An listened intently, staring at a large shotgun on the book—— "Bump, the hunter shot and killed the wolf! Then he cut open the wolf's stomach with scissors, and rescued grandma and Little Red Riding Hood."

After the mother finished telling the story, she felt uncomfortable: the wild wolf is also an animal, and like the little white rabbit, it is a pet of the universe, but in the fairy tales, the wild wolf is always disembowelled, either the tail is burnt by the three little pigs, or The mother sheep cut open the belly, put it into a big stone, fell into the river and drowned.Mom feels that wolves are being unfairly discriminated against.Moreover, the misery of the wild wolf also made her notice the cruelty and violence in fairy tales. The popular "Snow White" has been rejected by modern parents in Western society, so my mother read it carefully, ah, look!The queen ordered to kill Snow White, but the subordinates refused, so the queen said:

"If you don't, I'll cut off your head!" The subordinates had no choice but to say to Bai Xue: "You run away! I will kill a deer, pretend it's the princess's heart, and give it to the queen." Snow White did not die, but the queen disguised herself as an old woman and entered the princess's door. "As soon as the old woman came in, she tied the ribbon around Snow White's neck quickly and tightened it tighter and tighter. When she saw Snow White lying down, she didn't move, so she let go and fled out of the forest." Snow-white was still alive, so the queen put the poison on the comb, and then inserted the poison comb into the princess's hair.

The princess was still alive, so the queen used the feet of a poisonous snake, the eyes of a mole, the tail of a toad, and the wings of a lizard to make a highly poisonous poison, spread it on the apple, and gave it to the princess to eat... My mother read the story of Snow White with horror. In the short plot, there are various methods of killing people: beheading with a knife, cutting open the chest with scissors to take out the heart, wrapping a ribbon around the neck and strangling people to death, using poison to kill people. To be swallowed...how can I tell a story like this to a two year old?Mom put aside the book and started talking to herself.In his growing years, he will see countless ugly things in the world, there is no need to know the hatred between people from the age of two.How hasty and precious is a person's happy childhood!While thinking, my mother pulled out "Alibaba's Forty Thieves".

"The robber saw Kashim, brandished his knife and shouted: 'Bold thief! How dare you come here to steal something, watch me kill you with one knife.'" "Kashim was beheaded before he could speak." Ali Baba's clever maid found the robbers in ambush in a big leather bag, so she "find a bag of oil, carry it into the kitchen, heat the oil in a big pot, and pour the hot oil into each In a leather bag. One bag, two bags, three bags... thirty-nine bags, the robber in the bag was scalded to death without even making a sound. "There were thirty-nine bags in the yard, all of which contained the corpses of the robbers. Ali Baba was surprised and delighted to see them."

Mother gasped, and hastily moved the two books "Snow White" and "Ali Baba" to the highest shelf on the shelf, making sure that even if Hua An brought a small chair, they couldn't reach it.The ones left in the lower grid are all An An's beloved stories: Aida's Flower, The Story of Little Pea, The Love of the Little Tin Soldier, The Three Little Pigs and so on.After the set of books from Guangfu Bookstore arrived, An An didn't even play in the car. She held the books in her arms every day, flipping through them over and over again, and even insisted on taking the books with her when she went to the bathroom.

Standing on the high chair, my mother arranged the story books that An An was not allowed to read one by one. She suddenly laughed and thought: Am I the same as the police chief?Books banned.My mother has always hated organizations like the Police Headquarters. Now, she smiled with a good temper: The Police Headquarters is fine, it just treats the people as if they were two-year-olds. In the evening, the father came back from get off work lying on the ground to make a horse. After letting An An ride a few laps, he rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and said to his mother inarticulately:

"My God, I can't bear it. You trick him away!" Mom just cleaned up the dishes, patted Dad's head sympathetically, and called An An: "Go to the room and tell a story!" The little man on the horse slid off the horse and ran quickly to the bookshelf.Facing a row of colorful books, I mused with my hands behind my back, then made a decision, raised my face and said to my mother: "I want Cinderella, and the Frog Prince!" Sitting on the pillow, his mother asked him, "What do you want to do in the future, Ann?" "Hey—" he was thinking, and then said: "Be a princess!"

"You're a boy, An An," his mother corrected him, but was interrupted, and An An said dissatisfiedly: "An'an is a man! A man! Mom is a woman!" "Okay, An An is a man, and a man can be a prince, not a princess. Why do you want to be a princess?" "Being a princess, um—" He tilted his head to think about it, and said, "Marry a prince." Mom talked about Cinderella wearing beautiful glass shoes, the prince was overjoyed and found someone he admired.The picture shows Cinderella half-kneeling on the ground, shyly asking the standing prince to kiss her hand, "Cinderella finally married the prince and lived happily ever after."

While talking, my mother felt very awkward like biting sand suddenly while eating sweets.This kind of fairy tale is nothing more than telling two-year-old girls and boys: the greatest happiness for girls is to marry a prince. The so-called prince is a beautiful boy who is rich and has a king’s father. Everyone should salute to him .The climax of the story is always—"She married the prince at last!" Shit prince!Mother thought to herself, what era is this, everyone is a prince.Perhaps the "modern prince" is a descendant of a wealthy merchant family, who has accumulated wealth in wealth, and has a father who is as rich as a country, and everyone should salute him.The modern prince is even beautiful, because he has been well nourished since he was a child, and his messy teeth can be corrected by a dentist.But modern girls have the right not to marry a prince.Even Cinderella doesn't need to rely on the grace of "marrying a prince" for her happiness.Roar, if you have a daughter, you must tell her well: this story is false... An An was already asleep, her face stuck to the page of the book, the page where the prince and princess got married.