Chapter 3 Miss Love's Legacy

Miss Lianlian woke up on a cloudy morning and suddenly felt an inexplicable despair about the world.The sky is being paved with rich gray, and the clouds all over the sky are like huge rocks, which are crumbling, as if they are about to hit people's hearts hard, making Miss Lianlian fall into panic: Alas, the boulders piled up by life are almost unbearable. Even the "Sky Stone" came down on me... Woo, it's better for me to commit suicide gorgeously than to be crushed to death by those ugly and smelly stones! In this way, Miss Lianlian began to take care of the "death".She first thought of leaving a commemorative legacy to the two friends.

Well, let's see what to give to my daughter.A wooden box was abandoned in the attic, as if it had been dusty for thousands of years, when Miss Lianlian opened it, it made a long creaking sound.There is a thick piece of paper lying in the box, recording Miss Lianlian’s fantasies and cries to the world: "If my skirt can hold all the years~ If the ears of the jungle can hold my secrets~ If every road Willing to pamper my shoes...why the heart is lying in the sun and not allowed to open the wound~why the magic wand high above will extinguish the warrior's flame~why everything can't come to a full stop..."The text is like a girl from a long time ago, because of the age She lives in seclusion and her complexion is yellow. She is covered with dust of seven colors, shining in the sun. "Wow! You actually hid a pile of gold!" Nannan read Miss Lianlian's words, but after being pleasantly surprised, she was puzzled: "Why do you give it to me? Gold should shine in newspapers and periodicals! Submit an article, and then give it to me after earning the manuscript fee." Pay for the meal!" "Uh..." Ms. Lian Lian was dumbfounded, and then she was thrown to the newspaper by her niece with her manuscript.

Ms. Lian Lian reluctantly submitted the manuscript to the newspaper, and was still thinking about "death" after returning home.Since the daughter has objections to the inheritance, prepare something for the grasshopper.But what else can I give?Sitting in front of the dressing table, Ms. Lian Lian examines herself who wants money, money, style, and style. From the past to the present, she is sometimes happy and sometimes sad. Her facial expressions change with the memories and emotions, and are reflected on the dressing mirror. So—"This is?" Grasshopper stared at the old-fashioned gramophone in front of him, confused. "I want to give you an inheritance!" Miss Lianlian announced excitedly. Seeing that the grasshopper was still at a loss, she quickly explained: "Hey, I decided to die magnificently. I must leave some property for you and my daughter. This gramophone records I have seen the tears and smiles of my life, the heart-wrenching tears of swallowing balls when I failed the exam, the heart-breaking tears of being rejected when I confessed, the bitter tears of gnawing lemons when I lost my job... Of course, there are also the wild laughter when I left Ladies Academy, The smile when I received a love letter from a certain knight, the laugh when I won a consolation prize after buying lottery tickets a hundred times (the prize is a handkerchief)... Oh, it feels so... Ouch!" Grasshopper rewarded him with a burst of chestnuts and a series of growls: "I can't finish my own tears and smiles, so I don't have time to take over your inexplicable crying and laughing! Since you feel so rich about life, you can also deify it Get it into the phonograph, are you ashamed to seek death?! Go home and continue to display your apotheosis, and become a magician to win glory for us!" After speaking, Miss Lianlian was thrown out of the door again with the phonograph.

"Dear Miss Lianlian, your words will be staged magnificently in our XX newspaper. I wish your gorgeous magic will bloom forever. I love you in XX newspaper." Miss Lianlian received a reply from the newspaper as soon as she arrived at home.She sat back in front of the dressing table again, looking at the newspaper next to her that published her work, a check for the manuscript fee, and the incredible gramophone, feeling unprecedented joy in her heart.From the bright vanity mirror, she saw her radiant self: I can write, and I can do some little magic tricks. A lady like me is a lovely property. It should be kept in this world for safekeeping. I am so sorry to die. La!Thinking about it this way, all the stones in Miss Lianlian's eyes turned into light bubbles, haloing one after another in the sky.