Chapter 33 Miss Fly Bixian

Teeny lower case. Teeny lower case. Miss Fly Bixian kept chanting silently, and sometimes even danced proudly.This is the highest honor in the fly family. Only with this fly can completely get rid of the smell of excrement, get the fragrance of books, and be promoted to the ranks of literati, scholars and talented women.La la la... micro la micro la ~ ~ So, it gave special consideration to this witch book written in petty lowercase letters.When the witch was about to leave, she also gave special instructions, because it was the earliest fly to sting in spring, so it was finally destined, and I hope it will carry forward its witchcraft in the future.But it doesn't have the heart to think about this now.It is really a playful fly.

When it is tired from flying, it will go to the stamen for a while to squat.It is early spring now, and the winter jasmine flowers are blooming tiredly. In the next few days, the sky was always overcast, so Bixian had to keep flying to drive away the cold. Finally, when she was too tired to breathe, she stopped outside the window of a poor family. It took a breath and sighed: "The glass of poor people is also cold. They probably don't know what small script is, so they will never associate a fly with some noble things. However, they If you have a bit of a business mind, you should not be unfamiliar with petty profits, although this will inevitably smell a little bit coppery, but after all, it shows that flies have brains and can calculate."

The little girl is sick.Lying curled up on the bed, half of her pale and thin face was exposed in the messy hair, she kept smiling every day until the moment when her mother came to work and brought her to the door.Then his eyes dimmed.It thought: Death that can come at any time is probably as beautiful and lonely as petals falling in the wind. She has a wish. It was to be able to see her father earlier, call her herself, and then be held in his arms. She tried to practice the pronunciation in her mouth: ba-ba!In fact, this voice has been prepared in her heart for a long time. Bixian opened her compound eyes wide, "Oh! This is really a thin and beautiful child. If I could fly into this room, I would definitely kiss her on the cheek. But this looks like glass that doesn't fly but blocks wings. Greatly restricts its freedom."

There should be a stove in the house, and on the stove there should be a steaming and singing kettle.Then the little girl will be happy.Bixian thought, how deserted this room is now, and how melancholy this child is. Bi Xian flew back to the witch's house, flipped through the book left by the witch on the dusty table.When the witch left, she said that as long as Bixian studied well, she would sit on a broom and fly into the sky like she did, and then it would not be a fly, but a cute little angel. If it becomes an angel, there is a way to make the little girl happy. Bixian turned the pages of the book with her wings, but she was really worried about the little girl, so she had to stop and go back to have a look.It stopped on the window, and the little girl saw it all at once—of course this was also the result of Bixian's constant movement.

"Ah! This is such a lovely fly. It's such a cold day. It's only wearing such a thin gauze dress." She stretched out a small hand and touched Bixian through the glass.She wanted to open the window a small slit and let Bixian in—but the fly swatter in the corner of the room made Bixian daunting, and she thought that flying around like this would inevitably spread germs.So it rejected the little girl's kindness. The little girl was disappointed.But after thinking about it for a while, she took paper and a pen, and drew an identical one on the paper according to Bixian's appearance.At this time, it started to rain outside, and the fly, Miss Bixian, had no way to fly back.So what if it wants to fly back, so what if it becomes a little angel, isn't the little girl very happy now, it turns out that she can make others happy by her own strength.And I also get happiness from it.Bixian is very satisfied.

And it is very fortunate, because the angel may only be in the sky forever (otherwise, why would the witch not come back after flying into the sky), but now it is accompanying the little girl in the place closest to the little girl.It flapped its wings and danced in a circle close to the glass, making the little girl giggle. Afterwards it rained all the time.Half night.Bixian felt that she couldn't support herself anymore. No one thought that the temperature would drop suddenly, and it suddenly started to snow.Bixian was frozen to death in a drop of water, tightly against the glass.The little girl was sleeping soundly in her mother's arms.

The little girl woke up in the morning, "When the weather is warmer, I would like to invite you to go to the garden with me. You see, my illness is completely cured..." After writing this, Hyacinth couldn't help crying.It once had a chance to become an angel, but now... died of a snowstorm.Later the little girl put it in a small glass bottle.No matter what kind of life, as long as it has a good idea, it is an angel in our hearts. ——Remember seeing the first fly in early spring.