Little Sun and Little Flower Fairy

Morning came soon, and the little flower demon woke up when the first ray of sunlight fell on the ground. He was attracted by the warm smell of the sun.In the first half of the night, he was still terrified and afraid of the dark, but in the second half of the night, he was always overwhelmed by drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.This is the case when I was young, I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.In the dream, he was still rooted in the flower field, enjoying the sunshine and rain every day, feeling comfortable and comfortable.After becoming a human, although it is much more convenient to move around, but I still have to worry about the cold and dark night. Thinking of this, the little flower demon puffed up her mouth and began to be angry with herself, okay, why did it suddenly change?

But the child was always angry and quick to go. He came out of the cave and lay lazily on the grass, motionless as if he had taken root in the soil, although he was indeed rooted in the soil.At noon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, so he turned his face on the grass, propped his face with his hands and watched the ants moving on the bare soil... After doing nothing for a long time, the little flower demon didn't feel bored either. The warm air gently caressing his soft blonde hair made him feel very comfortable.

Suddenly there were soft footsteps behind him. He didn't notice them at first, but the footsteps gradually approached. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a tall shadow, the sun was blocked, and his eyes flickered to see a black face. The little flower demon yelled in fright, quickly took several steps back, and shivered, "Don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

Heiying was stunned for a moment, then he laughed twice, it sounded like an old voice.Hearing the sound of the black shadow gradually approaching, the little flower demon boldly took a look at who was coming, and after a closer look, he found that it was not some strange beast, but the old man was bent over, with a long white beard on his face , with a straw hat on his head, smiling and looking at the terrified little flower demon.

"Are you...? You are Grandpa Lao Hua!" The little flower demon immediately lost her fear when she saw that she was an acquaintance.

This is a senior of his own clan. Every once in a while he would see this grandpa come to rest in the flower field, and when he had enough time to lie down, he would shake his sleeves to water and fertilize the flowers.The little flower demon has seen him often since he was born, when he was an old man, always smiling and working in the flower field, which made the little flower demon feel close to him. ,

"Old flower? Hahaha... you kid is so funny!" The white-bearded grandpa stroked his beard and his eyes disappeared from laughter, "Did the kid take shape last night? After so many years, I can still wait for the younger generation, That's good! But don't call me Lao Hua, everyone in the village where I live calls me Lao Xiang, so just call me Grandpa Xiang! You have to give yourself a name too!"

The little flower demon scratched his head. He never knew that he had to give himself a name. There was usually no one else in the flower field, and he didn't speak too much in a day. He didn't have much vocabulary in his little brain. The incident really stumped him for a while, he had a difficult time, so he shook his head and looked at his grandfather in confusion and begging for help.

Looking at the child's eyes asking for help, the grandfather was also a little troubled, but he still put on a straight face: "I can't help you with this matter. You have to learn to think of names by yourself. This is the first step in your slow practice." "I think back when the old grandfather was just born, a little demon came out of the mountain ignorantly, and when he came to the town and others asked his name, he foolishly said that he was a sunflower, which attracted laughter from the surrounding villagers. After many years, the original embarrassment has turned into soft memories.But he still couldn't help reminding, "Don't call yourself Sunflower. You are a sunflower, but every flower in this field is a sunflower. If you want a unique name, you are you."

The little flower demon seemed to understand, she stood up staggeringly, looked at the sky, then looked at the ground, turned her head and looked at the large golden flower field behind her, and stared at the grandpa in front of her carefully, usually only caring about peace of mind Basking in the sun, I don't think about anything, but at this moment, I can't think of a few words, let alone think of such a difficult thing as a name.

Grandpa couldn't bear to see the little flower demon in trouble, and reminded, "Think about what you like the most? Sunshine, rain and dew, sunny days, butterflies dancing, bees collecting honey...you child, why don't you have anything in your mind?" ?”

Speaking of the things she likes, the little flower demon's eyes lit up, she raised her head and pointed to the sky, and shouted happily: "I like the sun the most! The sun is warm and comfortable!"