Just give birth to pickles

There was a man whose mind was so small that he had no friends.One day, a sesame seed fell into that heart's eye. The heart's eye was too small, and the sesame seed got stuck in his heart, but it seemed to be a good feeling to make a friend.The eyes of the heart seem to have grown a little bit, but in fact they are not much bigger, just enough to hold sesame seeds.And Zhima got up to say goodbye after visiting here. After all, Zhima has many black friends outside, they are understanding and beautiful.

Xiaoyan has been waiting for Zhima, and one day, Zhima came back with another sesame.Xiaoyan felt that he was an unexpected visitor, and that sesame couldn't get used to him. After the visit, he posted his photo on the Internet, and all the comments said: "Who is this, so weird and ugly." Xiaoyan I was just a little angry when I called Zhima, but Zhima said to him: "Don't blame him, he didn't mean it."

Why not give up that sesame seed?There are so many good things in the world.The narrow-minded knows that his character has a big flaw, and he will no longer have friends.He is stingy with everything he gives, bows his head, accepts condemnation, and spurns others.Until one day, sesame appeared in front of him again. It turned out that after the sesame was fried, it turned into a very fragrant sesame. All the sesame said that he had changed. He was no longer a seed, but just a food, so they started reject his existence.Little-eyed is so happy, Zhima finally only has him as a friend.

Zhima cried in a mess, he said: "Xiaoyan, you have changed too, you don't leave me a place anymore, I can't enter your heart anymore." After hearing this, Xiaoyan was very anxious, he hurriedly found the closed small mouth, Pulling hard, the blood flowed out, he wiped it off, and then said to Zhima: "Come in quickly, it's cold outside." Zhima crawled in shivering, careful eye holes, as if being illuminated by the sun.

Sesame often drags his narrow-mindedness out to play. The beauty of nature has never made any narrow-minded person jealous.A whole sea of ​​flowers, a path without cars passing by, a poet is writing a poem.Zhima's eyes are full of envy: "Look, he's writing a poem about Kikyo, it's great to be something he likes, maybe he'll write a poem for you or me." Small-eyed is not very happy: " These people who write things are the most typical appearanceists, they like to write about cats, dogs, radishes, and roses, but I haven’t seen them write about small roundworms and slugs.” Zhima was a little angry: "We are not roundworms, why do we treat ourselves and others so maliciously?" No, human beings all like a warm and bright red heart. They are not ashamed to write my narrow-mindedness, but they pay the most attention and shine the most Or the most expensive thing, and you won't notice a sesame seed at all.This is my sesame, I thought carefully, and it's best not to be seen by others.

Be cautious when buying bread, and the pastry chef is kneading the dough inside. The white apron and strong fingers match the dough, which is full of beauty.Sesame looked at the sesame seeds on the bread for a while, and looked at the burly chef for a while. He said to Xiaoyan: "Do you think this is where I should be?" Xiaoyan grabbed the meat together with his hands and closed the hole. , he said troubledly: "Why do you always leave me?" Sesame beat hard inside: "You keep saying that you are my friend, but you never care about my dreams, I don't exist as your friend In this world, I have my own life and destination.”

Xiaoyan loosened his hand blocking the opening of the hole, and he said to Zhima: "I will never forget the harm you did to me in my life." He cried as soon as he turned around. The body slowly flowed out, but it was impossible not to drink, and the tears could not be supplied at all.

Little-eyed got a new friend not long after. Little-eyed had already started to hate the world, and didn't intend to make any so-called friends at all, but the thorn went deep into the wound of Little-eyed, and he said to Little-eyed : "I'm sorry to hurt you again, but I really need a safe place to stay. I will give you everything I have, my story, my life, all my friendship and love. What nonsense, small-minded I don't believe these nonsense.

This world doesn't care about a sesame seed.The bread under him spoiled and was thrown into the trash can. After he struggled to escape from the plastic bag, he was blown by the strong wind and scattered everywhere.He did not become the protagonist of any poem, nor did he stay long on warm bread, nor would he belong to the soil long ago.He wasn't as brazen as he went back to find Little Eye, they met on the road.When Xiao Xiao saw him, he still felt very uncomfortable.Zhima saw the thorn sharply. Would it hurt to be pricked by such a thorn?Zhima thought, if the thorn was pulled out for him, it might be able to make up for something.

In the middle of the night, he sneaked into the narrow-minded room.The spikes were pulled out little by little, and Xiaoyan woke up in pain.Originally, the thorns had long grown together with the small-minded body tissue, but now it was tantamount to a re-stripping injury.Xiaoyan watched Zhima hurt himself in disbelief, and he lay quietly on the bed without struggling.The warm blood soaked into the quilt cover with a strong fishy smell. At this moment, the narrow-minded child was silent as if dead.

Sesame didn't mean to hurt him, it was just a stupid self-defeating.Manthorn's body fell on the cold ground, he got up angrily, and stabbed Zhima, a small corner of Zhima's body was shattered, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly stand upright.

"All of you go." A narrow-minded voice sounded in the empty room, "Thank you for coming."

At least you have been here.

The narrow-minded man woke up at three o'clock in the morning, crying so loudly that it would have alarmed everyone in the room, if there were anyone else in the room.

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第一稿时间：2014年8月27日完稿于：2015年2月8日零点谢谢你曾经来过。

Last night, I used my mobile phone to change the words that were harmonized, and then I woke up this morning and it turned into tofu cubes. I changed the typesetting (*/ω＼*)