"Story by the Window" The happiness of Hongtong, Heating and Warming (Part 1)

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This story is divided into two parts and ends, and it is also an old article written a long time ago. At that time, it was a little story written for the coming Christmas. Although I am not a Christian, I have liked the atmosphere of Christmas very much since I was a child. Perhaps because of the warm and warm atmosphere, I was moved to that time when I was young. People gather around the living room, enjoying the feeling of family happiness with warm food.

Maybe the modern society is busy and fast, and the time I can spend quietly with my family seems to be getting less and less. Watching my family get older, the time I can spend with me is counting down; My sister-in-law is alone. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I feel like I am in that story, "The old grandmother who lives alone, quietly doing her own thing." Sometimes, I just keep my eyes open in the dark Eyes, lying on the bed, was feeling inexplicably lonely and worried about his future, and he lost sleep just thinking about it.

In a small corner of a certain region of a certain country on the earth, there is a small village with red roof tiles. In the center of the village square is an oversized apple tree. The height of the apple tree is as high as a two-story building; At the end of the season, all the villagers of the village came out one after another to harvest the red apples, which looked like crimson apples on the cheeks of a girl.

One afternoon in December, a black and white stray cat walked under the apple tree and looked up at the apple tree with only bare branches left standing still in the cold wind.

A little girl tied with two braids happily walked under the tree with her companions, "Tomorrow I will start decorating this tree, I can't wait, prepare a lot of little angels and small cards, you are ready to go there. What's on the card?" the little girl asked her companion cheerfully.

"Of course I hope I can do better in the exam without being scolded by my mother." A little boy with red cheeks shook his head and said helplessly.

"I want a dress with lace. I saw it last time I was shopping with my mother, but my mother didn't buy it for me," said a little girl with a red headband.

"Your wishes are too small." A little boy with arrogant black eyes said arrogantly, "Your wishes are only for yourself, it's so selfish."

"Otherwise, what great wishes do you make?" the little girl with braids said in dissatisfaction with her hands on her waist, and she raised the volume of the word great.

"Like...that stray cat over there," the proud little boy pointed to the cat sleeping under the apple tree,

"Look at it, how pitiful it is to be wandering around alone; and the weather is so cold, so I hope it finds a kind owner to adopt it as soon as possible."

"Yeah, then you can adopt it?" The little girl with the red headband also came up and interjected.

"How is that possible! My family doesn't allow me to keep pets." The arrogant little boy responded.

"But it's not fair for you to make this wish. There are so many stray cats in the world, you only allow this little cat, aren't other stray animals also very pitiful?" said the girl with braids.

"Yeah, what about homeless people? They're all alone!" the little girl with the red headband added.

"I don't care about that much. I only see that there is a stray kitten right now, and it needs someone else to take care of it." The proud little boy folded his arms and said indifferently.

Just as the group of them were chatting and chatting, a stumbling old grandmother with a cane came from afar. She pulled her black thick coat tightly, passed them silently, went directly to the apple tree, and hugged the apple vigorously. The trunk, and muttered to the tree.

The children slowly backed away, formed a small circle, and began to whisper, "That old grandmother has started again." "My mother said she was missing the old people before she spoke to the apple tree." "But She has a straight face every time." "But, I don't think she is a bad person... Besides, her house has a beautiful garden."

At this time, the old grandmother suddenly sang to the apple tree, and the stray cat woke up and meowed to the old grandmother. The old grandmother stopped to sing and looked at the cat. , the grandmother suddenly squatted down and opened her arms to the cat with a smile.

An unbelievable thing happened. The cat rushed over and rubbed against the grandmother's feet. The grandmother smiled happily and stroked it gently. The originally serious and pale face suddenly turned red, as if in the square. The apples of the apple tree.

The children looked at each other in amazement. The old grandmother who lived alone was always stern. They had never seen anyone chatting happily with her. She was always alone in the village, doing her own business quietly. .

They watched the grandmother pick up the cat and walk away slowly with a cane.

"Did you see it? That lonely old grandma, she actually laughed!" The arrogant little boy looked at his companion and said in surprise.

The other companions nodded desperately, but still looked at the staggering back that was far away.

At this moment, thin snowflakes floated in the sky, "Ah, it's the first snow! This year is a white Christmas." The little girl wearing a red headband looked up at the sky with a blushing face and said excitedly.

"Let's go home, it seems to be getting colder and the sun is going down," said another boy with red cheeks.

So the apple tree stood alone in the cold winter with snowflakes, silently guarding the village, while the orange-red lights in every household gradually turned on, illuminating the dark corners and bringing warmth.

(To be continued)