Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

It was a dilapidated green-tiled thatched house with only four load-bearing walls. The paper windows were blown by the cold wind, and a small amount of light shone through the cracks but was quickly overwhelmed by darkness.

The little girl crossed her arms and pushed open the leaky door panel shivering.

"My dear son, drink some more. This sugar-ginger water is the best to dispel the cold... Mom made it with great difficulty."

"Come on, dear son, put on your coat again. It's too cold today, but don't freeze you."

The door panel just opened a gap, and all kinds of caring words poured out one after another. Three oil lamps were lit in the room, and the shadows that kept tugging at people became flickering. The middle-aged man and the somewhat fat woman gathered around the kang head worriedly.

There was a boy sitting in front of the kang. He was about four or five years old and slightly younger than the little girl. He was wrapped in nearly three rounds of quilts. There was also a bowl of steaming warm food on the small wooden table next to him. Soup, but even so, the little boy still shouted dissatisfied: "I don't want it! I don't want it! It's too cold and I can't stand it! Oooohhhhhhh!"

"My dear son, stop crying. Mommy's heart will be broken by crying." The fat woman raised her fingers to wipe away her tears. The middle-aged man also scratched his head, looking at a loss.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back..."

The little girl walked up to them timidly, but the people she called her parents didn't even look at her. The little girl may have been used to this kind of treatment. She just stared at them longingly for a while, until she waited. The hope in his eyes turned into loneliness, and he walked to the side with his head lowered.

Xia Lingge and Si Cheng also floated over after her.

"grandmother……"

The little girl walked to the damp bed in the corner and whispered to the old man who was wrapped in a thin quilt and had his eyes closed tightly: "I didn't sell any matches today, and I used up all the matches..."

Grandma ignored her and still closed her eyes.

The extreme silence made the little girl feel more guilty for stealing the matches. Tears gathered in her red eyes unconsciously. She raised her arm to wipe it and said with a choked voice: "Is it because I didn't sell the matches... so grandma didn't either?" Ignore me..."

Grandma's eyelids suddenly trembled. She slowly took out a hand from the thin quilt, holding a box of matches tightly in her hand. She said nothing.

When the little girl took the match and put it in her hand, she slowly turned her head and closed her eyes.

The little girl held the match, wiped away her tears, hugged her body and walked out of the house again.

The cold wind howled and chilled the bones.

Xia Lingge and Si Cheng looked at the scene in front of them and couldn't tell how they felt.

"Senior sister... do you think there are any players here?" Si Cheng looked at the men, women, old people and little boys with a somewhat complicated expression. If it weren't for the little girl's "Mom, Dad" and "Grandma", he wouldn't have believed it. The person turned out to be her relative.

"do not know."

Xia Lingge shook his head: "Even if there are players, I'm afraid they won't hinder the development of the story, right?"

Sicheng lowered his eyes: "That's right."

After all, The Little Match Girl is a fundamentally tragic story.

"Let's go out and have a look."

The rest of the people in the room were either coaxing the 'good boy' or closing their eyes indifferently. There was really no need to stay here.

Sicheng nodded and floated out with Xia Lingge. The little girl was easy to find. She was only wearing a thin coat, and there were even gaps on the sleeves for air leakage. She was walking forward shakily, with no goal or direction, and she was wandering alone in the ice and snow based on instinct.

Because it is Christmas, every household has cooked delicious food and decorated the Christmas tree. The little girl walked to a house, and the rich aroma of roast goose drifted outside through the cracks in the window. She sniffed in surprise, stretched out her little hands that were red from the cold, and gently rubbed away the fog covering the glass windows. The little girl leaned close to the window. , looking at the happy people in the house, some singing, some dancing, some playing the violin, some clapping their hands...

The exquisite Christmas tree is hung with brightly colored lanterns and tinkling little bells. The warm stove emits a warm orange halo and shines on everyone's face. Various kinds of Christmas decorations are also placed on the dining table not far away. Food, chicken, duck, fish... and roast goose with the aroma of chopped green onion.

The little girl was mesmerized by the sight, and only came to her senses when the cold wind blew through her body and she sneezed unconsciously.

She sat down against the corner and looked at the match in her hand, slightly lost in thought: "I really wanted to...light another match...but grandma asked me to come out with a match and sell it. Without matches, there is no money...no money." , how should I go back and explain to my parents?"

She was very confused and in trouble.

But it was too cold outside. The little girl curled up her feet and hands and breathed continuously, which could not relieve the coldness and stiffness of her skin.

"On a……"

The little girl murmured silently: "I'll just use one match. After I use it, I will never use it again... Just one match, and my parents will definitely agree."

She took out a match from the matchbox and lit it, and a small flame lit up with a "swish". Perhaps it was the cold that penetrated her bones. The little girl actually felt that lighting a match was as warm as lighting a bamboo basket.

Is she really still too greedy...

The aroma of roast goose wafted from the tip of her nose. The little girl carefully guarded the flames, with a bit of joy in her expression. Unknowingly, she burned out all the matches.

"Oops!"

After she came back to her senses, she was full of panic, "Why, everything has been used... Then, how do I explain to my parents and grandma when I go home... I, I don't want to do this, I..."

She was so anxious that she almost cried.

But no one gave her advice, and no one came to help her. She was so helpless and didn't know what to do, but in the end the only way she could think of was to go home and admit her mistake to her parents and grandma.

Xia Lingge and Si Cheng continued to float behind her.

The little girl stood in front of the door again and smelled a scent. It was not as fragrant as roast goose, but it was already a great temptation for her who was hungry. She seemed to have forgotten about the matches and hurriedly opened the door and ran away. When I went in, I saw my parents and younger brother gathered around the table, as if they were about to eat. Their eyes lit up and they were about to shout.

"stop!"

The middle-aged man suddenly shouted sharply: "Where is the money for selling matches? Where have you gone all day? I can't find you all day long!"

"me……"

Only then did the little girl remember what she had done wrong. She rubbed the hem of her skirt and lowered her head. She hesitated for a long time before whispering: "I, I lost all the matches..."

"what?!"

The middle-aged man was furious: "You lost all those matches?!"