Why do you want to call me

But in order to make a living, she could only throw away the doubts in her heart and continue walking on the street tremblingly.

Recently, my father is also a little strange, looking at me as if he is going to kill her.

A gust of cold wind brushed the little girl's back, making her shiver uncontrollably.

In the tattered pocket, thick paper wrapped the matches layer by layer, just for fear that the snowflakes would wet them.

The little girl carefully held the tattered bag with both hands, for fear that she would accidentally miss a few boxes of matches.

She walked from this street to that street, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, because tonight was the Christmas day of the Lord of Radiance.

Others should be having a family reunion dinner around the big stove at this moment.

Thinking of this, the little girl couldn't help showing a hint of envy in her heart.

But then thinking that she didn't earn a penny today, the envy in her heart was instantly swept away.

No one came to buy her matches, not even one!

Now the little girl is tired, hungry, and cold.

But she was still wandering alone on the snow-covered street.

She didn't dare to go home, but she didn't sell a single match!

The fluttering goose feathers and heavy snow kept falling, and the heavy snow pressed on her brilliant long hair, making her look more beautiful and lovely.

If you ignore the scars on your face.

But she doesn't think about these, what she thinks about is the unsold matches in her pocket, as many matches as there are, she has as much thought.

As she walked, she saw bright shop windows on both sides of the street.

The inside of the window is filled with warm light, and the light shines on the street through the window, so warm that it seems that even the snowdrifts are about to melt.

Burning text

The aroma of roast goose also ran out along with the lights.

The little girl stood barefoot on top of the snowdrift, slightly moved her delicate nose, and carefully smelled the fragrance that had drifted to the street.

However, the scent quickly slipped away from the front of her nose.

The little girl froze in place, she didn't smell anything.

I looked around, but there was still no one there.

The little girl calmed herself down:

That's right, tonight is Christmas day, who will come out to visit this snowy night?

The little girl ended up squatting in a remote corner between two large ornate houses.

She squatted down with her feet hugged. She thought this was the most remote corner, and the cold wind could not find her.

But the little girl felt that this place was just as deadly cold.

She hugged her body tremblingly, hiding a pair of frostbitten little feet under her tattered clothes, she looked very much like a wounded and curled little hedgehog.

However, no matter how she hid her young body, it was useless. The weather was too cold, and it was the same everywhere.

At this time, she thought about her home.

But the house was as tattered as her clothes!

Now her father should be lying in an unknown corner, drunk.

At this moment, her whole body was frozen to the point of losing consciousness by the merciless heavy snow.

The little girl touched the matches in her tattered pocket, and she thought that these matches should be as cold as her.

Her little hands were about to freeze, how she longed for a little flame to warm her hands!

The little girl couldn't help touching the matchbox wrapped in the tattered clothes, and finally she carefully took out a precious little match.

Just heard a "chi".

She rubbed lightly on the wall, and the match immediately ignited.

The flames radiated steady light to the surroundings, setting off bursts of imperceptible scales in the air.

But the little girl only saw red flames rising up, like a fiery mirror, and she immediately felt extremely warm.

Through the mirror of the match, she saw a spacious and warm living room.

Everything in that living room was very familiar to her.

That is……

Is it your original home?

Chapter 140 Seven

The little girl stared blankly at the contents in the mirror.

There was a large fireplace by the wall of the living room, and the fire in the fireplace was blazing, and the fire was about to rush towards her.

The flames were surging and seemed to burn her to ashes.

But the little girl still stayed where she was. She was so cold now, as cold as a piece of ice.

Facing the familiar living room, facing the raging flames.

She rushed forward desperately, stretching out her little hand to grab the fire, with endless longing in her eyes.

For the little girl, that may be the hope she longs for.

But before she could catch the fire, her match was gone.

When the wind and snow blow, the match ashes go with the wind.

There is only a puff of green smoke and a pungent smell of burning in the air.

At this time, the spacious living room, the big fireplace, and the raging fire all disappeared with the burnt matches.

She had nothing in her hands, and the cold enveloped her again.

The little girl began to shiver again, and seemed to be colder than before.

The face lurking in the shadows stopped blowing.

Its seemingly never-moving face began to twist and twitch a little, and it screamed viciously in its heart.

faster……

Hurry up!

The little girl froze in place, her eyes filled with confusion.

But then she came back to her senses, mustered up her courage, and tremblingly took out a thin match from the tattered clothes.

The little girl seemed to want to feel familiar things again.

And the face hidden in the shadows became even more distorted and hideous.

Right, that is it.

Click it, click it!

Only in the flames can you achieve everything.

The little girl held up a small match with her two trembling hands and approached the wall, and rubbed it lightly.

She heard a pleasant "chi chi" sound first, and then the match was struck.

The faint firelight illuminated the little girl's surroundings very brightly.

She felt warm all around, as if she had returned to summer.

Through the flame the little girl saw some wonderful things again.

The wall in front of her suddenly became transparent, and what she saw now was a huge kitchen.

The little girl hadn't eaten for a whole day. She was so hungry that her stomach hurt a little.

She opened her eyes wide, and she saw a large dining table in the kitchen with a white and clean tablecloth pressed on it.

There are a lot of delicious food on the table, such as grapes, pears, apples, peaches, red bayberries, etc. There are countless piles of fruits, and there are many roast ducks, roast goose, and roast chickens in the extra-large bowls.

She was fascinated by it, and her eyes were wide open. The roast chicken was so fat that it left a very obvious chicken paw print every time it took a step on the tablecloth. Fragrant oil!

It was so big that it covered the knife and fork on its back. When it stood up, the little girl couldn't see the knife and fork on its back.

It walked towards the little girl with a smile, and there were still a few steps away-suddenly, the match burned out again.

Before the little girl's saliva flowed into her stomach, it was stuck in her throat. She grabbed the roast chicken with her hands, but what she caught was a big and cold wall.

The little girl tremblingly took out a match from inside the tattered clothes, and lit it on the wall with a "chick".

Accompanied by this voice, his face was twisted to the extreme, and the corners of his mouth were cracked behind his ears, but he regained his composure immediately.

With a sacred and noble face, it seemed that he was in a solemn concert hall, listening to a magnificent symphony.

In the flames, the little girl saw a tall ancient tree at a glance this time. Its height reached into the sky, and there were countless lit candles enshrined under the tree.

She walked carefully from among the candles to under the tree, and looked up at the existence that held up the sky.

There are endless streamers flying around above, exuding a warm light.

Above the top of the tree, it seems that a bright full moon is hanging, and some bright stars are hidden in the branches.

The candles beside him suddenly flew up.

They flew into the sky, and the sky was getting brighter and brighter.

The little girl was dazzled, she looked up at the sky with her big clear blue eyes.

Pieces of holy light shone on her face and on her thin figure.

The little girl's mood suddenly calmed down, and then she felt something calling herself.

Bright steps appeared in front of her, seeming to guide her towards the high sky.

But suddenly, a small star quickly slipped from the other side of the sky to the side of the sky.

The little girl stopped her steps and sighed.

She wanted to help the star, but nothing seemed to help.

Inexplicably, he murmured to himself: "It's so pitiful, another life has fallen here."

But in the gap between the words, the beautiful scene in front of him disappeared again.

The little girl returned to the remote corner between the two gorgeous houses, and the sky was full of goose feathers and snow.

She quickly took out another match and wiped it fiercely on the wall. With another "chick", the match was ignited again.

The little girl found that this match was brighter than any previous matches.

Everything she could see was illuminated.

Including shadowy corners, dark skies, everything seems to be filled with a soft glow.

But at the same time, objects began to appear double, some things suddenly disappeared, and some things suddenly appeared again.

in real reality.

A white light burst out from the sleeping Alice's body.

Around her, there are countless human bodies.

If you observe carefully, you can find that the boy not far from Alice is the one who mocked her.

There are also pedestrians shopping, passers-by who refuse to buy matches, coachmen driving carriages, shop owners...

Among them, Alice's father can be seen.

Greasy tentacles hang down from their heads, and the source is the face flower that is constantly reborn and dying.

Facing this white light, the tentacles seemed to be scalded, and wanted to retract, but was forcibly stopped by the face.

in a dream.

A person appeared in front of the little girl, completely stunned her.