The witch cooks soup at home every day, with a hallucinogenic red mushroom, a pair of dry bat wings and a lie in the pot.
The witch is extremely happy. Looking around, no one can make soup better than her. She is very diligent. She writes a diary every day to record her growth process of making soup. She wants to make the most famous witch soup in the world.
She doesn't like the girl who lives in the forest. In her soup, there are watermelons, flowers and cakes, barbecues and sunsets by the sea. Sometimes there are too many things, and it becomes a hot pot.
But the witch had tried these things three years ago, and she lost interest in them, and the materials were too immature. It doesn't fit the mature and deep character of a witch at all.
So every time she heard about the girl making soup, the witch would wrinkle her nose and mumble, "I don't care, so what's so good?"
Then I clapped my hands and went home, and continued to cook her soup: "I don't care about it. Hers is as good as hers, and mine is as good..."
The witch stirs the rich soup in the pot. The soup is good, but something is missing. It always looks gloomy and unhappy.
The next day, the witch secretly sent a portion of the girl's soup.
The girl likes to make soup, and likes to give it to the deer, birds, and kittens in the forest, so it's easy to get a portion of her soup.
The materials this time are games, blooming flowers, white dresses, and the friendship of girls.
The game is a very old soup material, at least for the witch, she hasn't touched this material for a long time.
What everyone likes, she doesn't like, the witch likes to use the real world, self-analysis, sober in the world, and staying up late.
But the witch took a sip and did not speak for a long time.
"Only I know that I am envious of those I don't seem to like." The witch lowered her head and did not speak for a long time.
The witch has made soup for a long time, and she has studied it for three years.
Three years is enough to turn a little girl into a mature girl.
It took a lot of effort for her to get a good reputation in this magical town. Everyone praised her as a witch who is very good at making soup. After drinking her soup, she can learn a lot, and it will always bring new things to the world. view.
There are even a few followers who follow her footsteps in making soup.
She was so proud.
Only she knows how much she has paid. In the past three years, she has devoted herself to research, and has no friends, no sea oasis, no stars and sunsets, no barbecue hot pot, and no one sends her soup.
Occasionally she remembered the girl in the forest, very much like her, or rather, very much like the one who first made soup.
"The worst part was that I started to reflect on whether I really lost something."
The witch was frustrated, she had to admit that the girl who lived in the forest had a much better soup than hers.
She still seems to be envious of the girl's life.
The girl in the forest grows flowers at home and remembers this morning.
When she made a new soup and was distributing it to the deer, bird and kitten, a stranger suddenly came and asked for a soup.
If he hadn't looked like a witch's broom, she wouldn't have known who was begging for soup.
The girl generously scooped a large bowl for him to serve him next time.
I thought to myself, "The witch who lives in the magic town?"
The girl hummed a little song and recorded another person's name in the friend record.
When scooping the soup the next day, the girl snickered at the unfamiliar cloaked friend in front of her.
"I knew it would come today, but fortunately I did her part."
The witch asks different objects to ask for soup for her every day so that the girl won't recognize her.
But it didn't take long for the witch to receive a letter from the forest girl and a soup recipe.
"Hey! I've been staying at home, but I can't have good inspiration, and I can't make good soup. Let's go out and try to find the sunset by the sea, how about it?"
The witch is out.
She went to the seaside, with the sea breeze, and sat with her for a long, long time with her broom and cloak, and at the end of the day she bottled the sunset.
She went to the oasis, but she just put the sand in the bottle, she felt that the oasis should be reserved for those who need it in the desert.
......
The witch went to visit the girl in the forest with a lot of bottles, all fresh materials she had collected.
The girl opened the door and saw that she was here, and smiled sweetly.
"You're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Then the witch and the girl made soup together.
The witch likes to put the "real world" in the pot, and the girl throws a bunch of "blooming flowers" in it behind her.
The witch puts on the "dark side" and the girl puts on the "sunlight".
The witch puts "inhumanity", the girl puts "friendship".
The witch felt that the soup was ripe, and the girl snapped a game console into it.
The witch laughed and scolded the girl for making trouble. The girl spread her hands and winked and said, "This soup doesn't need to be mature, she needs to be happy."
The witch....very happy.
I'm really happy, there are more people coming to drink the soup than before, everyone praises her soup skills have improved a lot, and it tastes fragrant and satisfying. It's a bitter feeling.
Only then did she know that it turns out that a pot of soup does not need to be mature, and many people will like it.
She was extremely grateful that the girl told her this.
She was extremely fortunate to have met her and finally found herself.
She looked with great joy at the girl who was eager to help divide the soup in front of her.
The girl just raised her head, stuck out her little tongue and gave her a naughty wink.
The witch laughed suddenly, she was extremely happy.
Many times, growth urges us to blossom and bear fruit sooner.
But don't forget your childhood self, just want a flower.
Last updated: October 1, 2022