Short Story 1: Cinderella

1

Xia Ting has an average appearance, but has a pair of perfect feet, tight and soft, with five toes ranging from long to short, and the round fingertips are arranged in a heart-shaking arc.

One day, the company held a party. She took out a pair of new high heels. As soon as she reached in, a sensation of pain came, and two or three centimeters of blood were scraped out of the instep.

She looked at the bright red blood mark, which was not itchy or painful, but she felt very uncomfortable. Her feet were the most beautiful part of her body and should not have any flaws.

"It's all your fault, otherwise you might meet a handsome guy who admires her at the party." She threw her shoes out hatefully, and the shoes slid a distance on the floor, and finally hid under the curtains by the wall. Oh... the party can't be done.

She took out a tissue, sat by the bed, burying her head to wipe the blood on her feet, and the more she rubbed it, the more aggrieved she felt. The shoe store appeared in her mind again, which was very high-end and expensive. She wanted to go in and buy shoes countless times, but she couldn't bear it. Forget it, she took it aside, threw the bloody tissue into the trash can, took her own ***, and walked towards the store.

It was a European-style shoe store. Every time I saw the boss, a word appeared in her mind - neat.

A neat suit, neat hair, and neat shoe store, the perverted tidy degree of tidyness without any wrinkles on the clothes, no mess on the head, and no dust in the store.

She looked at her shoes at the door of the store. They were very clean, but she still had a little concern that she would bring the dust to the store.

"Miss, please come in." The boss's voice was not loud, but it was very clear.

She walked in and all the shoes here were so exquisite, as if they were for her feet, but her money was only enough to buy a pair.

She picked a pair of thirty-six-size black ballet flats, paid the money, got up and prepared to leave.

"Miss, do you want to try these crystal shoes?"

She turned around and the boss added: "It just happened to be thirty-six digits."

When the boss was talking, he looked at her feet, his body tilted slightly, and pointed his hand at the shoes with a "please" gesture.

She looked along the boss's hand and saw it was a pair of blue crystal shoes, which were very pure blue. Under the dim light, it seemed to emit a faint blue light, but the price was not marked.

She didn't answer, and the price of these shoes in this store was naturally unaffordable.

The boss slowly and gently took the shoes in front of her, squatted down, held them in his hands, and was not willing to put them on the ground, "Try it."

She raised her feet, bent her feet downwards, and her instep arched slightly, reaching towards her shoes.

"Miss, stockings..."

The boss looked at her feet and looked embarrassed.

I was afraid that her socks would stain her shoes.

"Feel sorry..."

Yes, how can you try such shoes with socks?

She took off her stockings and gently put her feet into her shoes, perfect crystal shoes, perfect feet.

The tip of each toe just touched the inner wall of the shoe tip, and the shoe body perfectly fitted with the curve of the soles of the feet, as if this shoe was another layer of skin on her feet, as if this shoe existed for her.

"Miss..."

She came to her senses and took off her shoes, "That, I like these shoes very much, but I don't have the money to buy them now, sorry."

She walked out of the store and disappeared at a corner. The boss held the crystal shoes and placed them on his face, showing an intoxicated expression.

2

Xia Ting put the newly bought pair of black ballet flats on her bedside table so that she could see it every day when she opened her eyes. And she didn't plan to wear these shoes now because her feet were... not perfect enough.

She had to wait for the blood mark on her instep to form a scab and fall off until it disappeared.

Then put on those shoes.

She believed that in this way, she could meet her prince.

Xia Ting thought about it and fell asleep. In the dream, the prince saw the blood marks on her feet and said with pain: "Oh my God, my princess, your feet...how painful it should be." After that, the prince leaned over and kissed her instep, and the blood marks disappeared, and a huge sense of happiness came to her. Xia Ting couldn't hold so much happiness in her heart, and happiness overflowed, turning into an endless rose, surrounding them in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers.

The next day, she woke up from a faint smell of potion, which emanated from the blood mark. She clearly remembered that she had not bought medicine.

She looked at the bloodstain, which had already scabbed, as if it had become a little shorter and was about to be cured. She looked at the black ballet flat shoes thoughtfully. Did the shoes look like the snail girl, and while she was asleep, she became a prince and secretly applied medicine to herself?

"Xia Ting, don't be fooled, it's because the pressure is too great, and you're having hallucinations." She said to herself

During the day, in order to verify whether the smell of medicine she smelled was an hallucination, she deliberately called her best friend to the toilet.

"Xia Ting, why are you pulling me to the toilet?" asked my best friend Xiaohong.

"Uh...you squat down..."

Xiaohong squatted down, Xia Ting took off her shoes and socks, and put her feet in front of Xiaohong, "That...help me smell..."

"You are sick." Xiaohong left in anger.

"Is there any medicinal smell..."

"No, there is nothing but smell." Xiaohong said as she walked.

Ah, I am so stupid. The toilet is so smelly. Why do I have to come to the toilet???

In this way, she spent the day in regret.

3

On the third day, Xia Ting still woke up from the faint smell of potion. The black scabs on the instep had all fallen off. The bloodstains that used to be exactly the same as the surrounding skin, but the color was slightly lighter.

"Can't wait? In another day, tomorrow... I will definitely wear yours," she said to the shoes on the bedside table.

What she didn't notice was that the location of the shoes was a little different.

On this day, she was imagining that she would spend the day wearing those shoes tomorrow and meeting her beloved man. After work, she ran home, took a bath, and lay beautifully on the bed. In her dream, she put on those shoes and walked on the road, and everyone looked back at her. But she didn't look at anyone, just walked like that. "Miss", someone called her, and she turned around, and a handsome man rode a white horse towards her, which was her prince.

"Miss, Miss..."

She opened her eyes, "It's you?"

The owner of the shoe store picked her up. She wanted to resist, but her whole body was soft and had no strength. She looked around and found that this was the shoe store, not her own home.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the most beautiful things in the world." The boss pushed open a cabinet and a dark room was exposed.

The top of the dark room was full of shoes, and in the center was a stone platform, where a person could lie alone. He placed her on the stone platform and fixed her hands and feet with the iron ring on the edge of the stone platform.

"Look." He pointed at the innermost row of crystal cabinets in the dark room.

Xia Ting turned her head and looked over. Each crystal cabinet contained a pair of feet wearing crystal shoes, and the feet were neatly cut off from under the knees. I don’t know what method he used to preserve them, but those feet were fresh as if they had not left the human body.

There is a number under each crystal cabinet, 25, 26, 27...35...

Xia Ting looked at the same white, tight, curved and perfect feet in the crystal cabinet, which were different... only in size.

She seemed to understand the meaning of the following numbers.

"Isn't it beautiful?" the man asked her

"The blood marks on my feet were the medicine you helped me with?"

The man didn't answer, give her a good injection.

"It will be cured soon, it won't hurt." The scalpel in his hand flashed with a little cold light, and Xia Ting closed her eyes in pain.

"You don't have to feel so uncomfortable. You should also like your feet, right? Think about it carefully. When you are forty, your feet will become fluffy and lose their luster; when you are sixty, your feet will be covered with wrinkles and turn yellow. You don't want to do this, right? No more, your feet, it... will always be kept in the most perfect way." When a man spoke, his hands did not stop.

Soon, the man kissed her forehead and said gently: "It's already done, open your eyes and it's all over."

She opened her eyes and saw the man holding her feet in the potion to clean the blood, then putting on it with those blue crystal shoes.

Beautiful, beautiful shoes, and beautiful feet.

The man kissed his fair instep lightly and gently placed it in the crystal cabinet. The number under the cabinet was thirty-six, and she guessed it correctly.

The man stared at the feet for a long time... for a long time... Xia Ting felt that she was about to die, and her two broken legs kept bleeding out. The man came to his senses and did not look at her. He picked up a piece of pure crystal and carefully carved it under the light. She became weaker and weaker. The man began to blur, and the crystal turned into a light blue spot, swaying quietly.

4

On a new day, the sun rises as usual, and the clouds are still as white. For most people, today is another wonderful day.

The streets began to get lively, and a police car roared towards a river. I heard that... someone found a female corpse without feet.

In a European-style shoe store, a neat man put a pair of 37-size crystal shoes in a cabinet by the window, then lay on a recliner, squinted his eyes, smiled, and quietly looked at the pedestrians on the street.

I wonder which girl would be wearing these crystal shoes?

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"Short Story 2: Flying Pig"

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Is the trajectory of every life already portrayed by God at birth?

And we can only die on this trajectory by hard work or decadence.

On January 1, 2012, I came to this world. My mother told me that I could only live for 365 days. All I had to do was eat and sleep...

Mom's children are good kids. They only eat, sleep and do nothing every day.

I don’t like sleeping. During the day, I like to look at the sun outside. At night, the sun becomes less bright. Moreover, the life of a sun is only thirty days. It grows slowly, grows round and fat, and then dies.

The night when the first sun died

I asked my mom, will I die too?
To be continued...