A sullen little fox met a flower that had not yet bloomed in the wild.
"What an ugly flower!" The little fox exclaimed loudly.
That flower is very angry, she is a rose! But now it's still a flower.
"No one hurts like me, no one loves, and it's pitiful and lonely!" The little fox suddenly burst into tears, and hugged the flower, as if feeling pity for each other.
Rose, who was going to scold the fox, suddenly changed her mind.
"Every flower has a different flowering period, we don't have to envy them." Rose said.
The little fox was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears.
"You're right, I'm very moved, I've decided, I'll take care of you in the future!"
"I advise you not to do this, I will hurt you!"
The little fox didn't listen to Rose's words, even if his hands were covered in blood, he didn't care.
The little fox opened a small garden for roses, and the weak roses shivered in the wind.
"Are you cold?"
"It's too windy!"
The little fox surrounded the rose with a windbreak net, and the weak rose was still shaking.
"Are you still cold?"
"I'm babbling!"
The little fox was speechless.
The little fox comes every day to water the roses, catch bugs, and talk to her.
"Good morning, Miss Rose!"
"Good morning, Mr. Fox!"
Summer is here.
The roses were growing well and getting more and more beautiful, and on the first day of summer, she bloomed.
The little fox stood there blankly with the kettle in his hand, hesitating for a long time, is this my flower?
"Why, don't you know me? If you don't come again, I'm leaving."
Of course, a rose without feet can't walk, but the little fox walked over with his head down.
"Good morning, Miss Rose..." The little fox blushed and couldn't say, "You..."
"You are very beautiful!" The little fox paused and said seriously.
"But once there was a fox who said I was ugly."
"He's really a stupid fox!" The little fox was angry, completely forgetting that it was what he said.
Seeing the serious look of the little fox, Rose laughed loudly.
The little fox scratched his head, not knowing what was going on.
The more beautiful the rose, the more beautiful it is. When a thing is beautiful to the extreme, it begins to decline, and the same is true for a flower.
Autumn has come.
Rose was busy playing with the little fox and didn't seem to notice that she had dropped a petal.
The little fox was stunned for a moment, and quickly hid the petal.
But he also started to get restless.
Every day after that, the little fox hides a fallen petal from a rose.
The little fox knew what it meant, and he was getting more and more sad.
"You don't seem to be very happy recently, like when we first met, shouldn't you be lost in love again?" Rose laughed.
"Why does life always have to experience parting?" The little fox suddenly said something for no reason.
Rose knows, and the little fox knows everything.
These days, roses have been working hard to maintain these flowers, trying to drop only one petal a day.
But in the end we have to face the facts.
"Because the time together is very short and precious, we will cherish it very much."
"But, but..." The little fox suddenly burst into tears.
"Don't feel sorry for me, every flower has its own flowering period. I hope that in the few days left, my favorite Mr. Fox can be happier and happier!"
The little fox forced a smile.
"If you're not happy anymore, I'm going to wither!" Rose threatened.
The little fox laughed exaggeratedly, even uglier than crying!
For a long time in the future, the little fox will take good care of the roses, make her happy, watch the sunrise with her, watch the sunset with her, and watch the stars with her.
It seems that the happy atmosphere is always infectious, and after that, the roses have not fallen leaves for a long time.
The little fox also slowly became happy, and it seemed that everything was starting to develop in a good place.
winter is here.
In the early morning of the first day of winter, when the little fox saw the rose again, all the petals withered without warning.
Rose left forever, and she didn't even have time to say goodbye.
The little fox's tears were blurred, and he seemed to have guessed the scene last night: the roses exhausted all their strength, but finally they couldn't grasp the petals, and watched them fall one by one.
With all his beauty, pride and unwillingness, he fell asleep.
The last petal fell, and the rose smiled.
"I hope that in the few days left, my favorite Mr. Fox can be happier and happier!"
"Good morning, Miss Rose!" The little fox greeted her with a smile as usual.
Later, you will see a little fox, often guarding a dead rose.
They often watch the sunrise, sunset, and stars together.
Last updated: October 1, 2022