I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

[Brothers, I'm drunk again. I've been drinking so much that I'm vomiting. I'll update more than 10,000 words tomorrow to make up for it all. I promise with my dog ​​head that I will make up for it even if I don't visit relatives.]

In a remote mountain village, there lived a hardworking and kind old woman named Granny Wang. Her children were all working hard in big cities, and she was often left alone at home. However, she lived a peaceful and fulfilling life.

Granny Wang had a habit of getting up early every day, carrying a basket and going to the forest near the village to collect some dead branches to use for cooking. There was a winding path in the forest, which was rarely visited on weekdays.

One day, Granny Wang was walking along a path deep into the forest as usual. Suddenly, she heard a faint whimpering sound. Startled, Granny Wang followed the sound and found a wounded little fox lying in the grass. Its leg had been caught in a trap, and blood had stained the surrounding grass red. The little fox's eyes were filled with fear and pain.

Granny Wang felt pity for the little fox. She cautiously approached, gently soothing it. With great effort, she finally opened the trap and freed the little fox. She tore a strip of cloth from her own clothes and simply bandaged the little fox's wound. Seeing the little fox's frail appearance, Granny Wang decided to take it home and take care of it.

After returning home, Granny Wang prepared a clean and soft nest for the little fox and fed it with eggs that she usually didn't want to eat. Under Granny Wang's careful care, the little fox's injuries gradually improved. It became more and more lively, and stayed around Granny Wang all day, as if it knew that she had saved its life.

Days passed, and the fox's wounds completely healed. Granny Wang knew the forest was its true home, and though she was reluctant to let it go, she took it back to where she'd found it, letting it return to nature. As the fox left, it kept looking back, a sight that brought tears to Granny Wang's eyes.

A few months passed, and Granny Wang's life continued uneventfully. One night, a fierce wind blew outside, and Granny Wang went to bed early. Suddenly, she was awakened by a loud noise. Half asleep, she heard something outside. Just as she was getting scared, she heard a familiar humming sound. Granny Wang opened the door and saw that it was the little fox that had returned, followed by several larger foxes.

Just as Grandma Wang was wondering, the little fox bit the corner of her clothes and beckoned her to follow. Although Grandma Wang didn't understand why, she followed them out the door. The big foxes led her to the hillside behind the village. Because of the high terrain there, Grandma Wang was surprised to find that the area below the hillside where her home was located was in danger of a landslide, and a mudslide was about to rush down.

Thanks to the little fox's timely reminder, Granny Wang rushed back to the village and went door to door to wake up the villagers. Everyone moved to a safe area at the critical moment, and the village escaped a devastating disaster.

Since then, the story of Granny Wang and the little fox has spread throughout the village. Everyone feels that kindness will eventually be rewarded, and the little fox occasionally appears around the village, as if guarding this place full of kindness.

Magic Brush

In a quiet town, there lived a girl named Xiaoyou. Xiaoyou came from an ordinary family, but she had a treasure unknown to others - a shabby-looking paintbrush.

Xiaoyou accidentally discovered this paintbrush in a cave in the back mountain of the town. At that time, it was lying quietly in the corner, emitting a faint light. Xiaoyou picked it up curiously and has been inseparable from it ever since.

Xiaoyou loves painting, but her drawings were always mediocre, lacking any real flair. But after getting this brush, something magical happened. One day, Xiaoyou saw the flowers in her yard blooming beautifully under the warm spring sun, and she couldn't help but pick up her brush to capture this beautiful scene. As she put down her first stroke, the paint seemed to come alive, automatically spreading across the paper, its colors even more vibrant than those of real flowers. Soon, a lifelike painting of flowers was complete, its petals gleaming with dewdrops, and in the breeze, the flowers in the painting seemed to sway gently.

Xiaoyou was surprised and delighted. She decided to use this paintbrush to help more people. In the center of town stood a small square with a dilapidated fountain that hadn't flowed in years. Only a dry pool and a dilapidated statue remained, making the square seem somewhat desolate. Xiaoyou arrived at the square, found a corner, and took out her drawing paper and the magic paintbrush. She began to meticulously paint the lively scene of the fountain.

She drew clear water spraying out from the nozzle, forming a beautiful arc in the air, and the sunlight reflected through the water droplets, creating a rainbow of colors. At first, the people around were just curious and watched Xiaoyou drawing, but as the painting gradually took shape, suddenly, a strange light flashed, and the fountain in the painting slowly "walked" out of the painting and appeared in the square. The clear water was cheerful.