love on the other side

I hadn't started writing fairy tales at that time, because I had been living in a dark world until then.Living with Colonel Freember was a turning point in my life.There, I lived the family life I wanted.

Colonel Flinber's home was a lakeside villa.The villa has three floors, with yellow and red as the main tone, showing a noble and luxurious atmosphere. There is a rose garden in front of the building, which is surrounded by a white fence. There is a cherry tree in the center, a reddish-brown bench under the tree, and a table in front of it. , put a few silver-white chairs, the family can sit here chatting, eating fruit and drinking afternoon tea in their free time, and looking around, they can also enjoy the beautiful scenery of the open lake.In the early morning, the sun rises from the opposite side of the lake, and the sunlight shines on the lake, reflecting the sparkling brilliance, and reflecting each other with the willow trees on the lakeshore.The first time I stepped into this house, I knew that my fairy tale life had begun.

Although the colonel's children have very different personalities, they are all approachable and have no arrogance that should match this luxurious villa.I soon became part of the family, calling the colonel father, his wife mother, and their children brothers and sisters.

The elder brother has just turned [-]. His name is Fu Hong. He is tall and strong. He likes various sports, such as swimming, rowing, and fencing. Of course, he does not resist poetry. Recited Mayakovsky's poem "Clouds in Trousers" to everyone's approval.

The second brother Fu Ming, 17 years old, is two months younger than me and thinner than his elder brother. He is a boy with great artistic talent. He can play the piano well and write some sentimental poems. The son that the train mentioned to me also likes to paint.

The sixteenth sister, named Fu Zhen, is dignified, generous, courteous, and a reserved girl.On the day I came, she brewed a pot of Tieguanyin for me. Not to mention the taste of the tea, just watching her graceful posture when making tea is a kind of enjoyment.

If I have to say that there is one person in the family who is more difficult, I am afraid it must be the fourth sister. Her name is Fu Ni. She is only 15 years old but she is plump and mature. She is small but often wears heavy makeup.But under the tutelage of her mother, she also dances elegant ballet.My father reminded me not to mess with Fu Ni, she is headstrong.

Like I said, I'm vain.Therefore, I am very happy, even eager to live with such a character since I was a child.They are all well-bred. In a certain way, Fu Ni may be a little different, but it can only be said that she has more personality than the other siblings.What they do is so elegant, so pleasing to the eye!They are who I want to be.Although I have not received a good tutor, it can even be said that I am just a mouse who does not dislike shit in the ditch. One day I got lucky and met a kind colonel and broke into this golden palace.But I also said that I am good at hiding, I am good at dressing up gorgeously and elegantly, and with a little cleverness and artistic talent, I successfully played the role of the messenger of light.Brothers and sisters, regardless of age, affectionately call me "Little Angel", or after I started writing fairy tales, "Fairy Tale Prince", or "Little Prince" for short.This nickname greatly satisfies my vanity.

Because I am the same age as Fu Ming, and have similar personalities and the same hobbies, so I became friends with him at first.Originally we each had our own room, but later Fu Ming said it was too lonely to sleep alone, so he let me sleep in his room.Before going to bed at night, as long as one person starts talking, we know it's over and we don't need to sleep tonight.Because the conversation will make us more and more excited, and all sleepiness will disappear.Later, we agreed that no one should talk after going to bed, which ensured our rest time.But sometimes Fu Ming couldn't help it, he would plead and say: "Little angel, I want to talk, can I?" His voice was so gentle that it tickled my mouth, so we crawled Get up, light the desk lamp and start chatting, no matter what will happen tomorrow.Fu Ming and I talked about everything, most of which were reading and painting.Sometimes Fu Ming also tried to talk about women with me, but when he saw that I was not interested in this topic, he would change the subject cleverly: "Why don't we paint a portrait of my mother tomorrow?" Looking into his feminine eyes And fair face, I think he is more angelic and likable than me.

But I admire my elder brother Fu Hong even more in my heart. He always takes me to experience various new sports, such as diving, ice skating and so on. I.So I don't have to blush because of my clumsiness. Instead, I smile the happiest when I make a mistake or behave badly. At this time, Fu Hong will pat me on the head and say: "Stinky boy, don't study hard! Still laugh!" This kind of intimacy His actions made my heart even sweeter.

I gradually found that Fu Zhen was a bit reserved, sometimes pretending to be reserved, and not easy to get close to. Except for the occasional chat with her during group gatherings or outings, I usually had nothing to say to her, but I realized that she admired me. Because whenever I make a wisecrack, she smiles sweetly.As for Fu Ni, she doesn't mess with me, and I don't mess with her, both of them live in peace.

Everything makes me happy, but one thing makes me feel lost.Since returning home, I have rarely had the opportunity to chat with Mr. Fu.For one thing, he often stays in the study on the third floor, as if he always has important things to do, and only when we have dinner or afternoon tea, he will accompany us a little longer.Second, when he was with us, the four brothers and sisters were always pestering him. I am not a person who likes to take the initiative to talk, so I have fewer opportunities to talk to him. If he looks at me less, I will Feel very lost.The colonel seemed to know what was on my mind, and occasionally asked me to speak by name, such as, "How is our little angel today?" "What is our little angel doing this afternoon?" "Does our little angel like this tea?" ?” and so on.I just blame my clumsy tongue for always answering "yes", "no" and "like", as concise as possible, which often makes Mr. Fu unable to continue.Maybe he still wants to know more about me, but other people have already changed the topic, so it's not easy for him to ask.

In my heart, it doesn't matter if I don't talk to Mr. Fu, as long as he is around, I feel more energetic in everything I do.Therefore, when Fu Hong suggested that we go rowing across the lake for a picnic on weekends, I suggested: "Why don't you call your father?" Everyone agreed as if suddenly enlightened.If we invite Dad alone, he may decline, but if a group of children beg him to go, he will just say yes.

So, I look forward to the coming of the weekend just like I expected my father to come back from the dead. After taking a shower at night, I can't help but turn out the calendar to see how many days are left until the weekend.

"Why do you look at the calendar every day? Is your birthday coming soon?" Fu Ming finally couldn't help but ask.

"No, I'm just looking forward to the weekend picnic."

Fu Ming smiled and said, "Me too."

He paused, then mysteriously took out a page and handed it to me, saying, "I wrote a poem."

I took it and read it carefully, and it turned out to be a love poem!How are the lines above written:

Yi Ren has disappeared in the dream

Like a nightingale taking my heart away

Then sing to your heart's content in the early summer nights

Until the tide drowns all thoughts

I asked curiously, "Fu Ming, are you in love?"

He said innocently, "No."

"Then who is the 'Yiren' in your poem?"

He just smirked, and then two words came out: "Secret."

I lay down with the manuscript in my hand, and read it again:

"Like a nightingale took my heart/ Singing in the early summer nights/ Till the tide drowns me..."

Before I knew it, I fell asleep.