The girl was wearing a full set of outfits in the glass cabinet of a department store, stepped on high heels, and eagerly pulled the magician who got into the taxi and was about to go to the next work place, asking him to change her a coin on the tip of her nose.
The magician's hand, ready for magic, waved it, and then lowered it in despair. The corners of his mouth drooped sadly, and she closed her eyes, waiting for the magic. He took out a coin and shoved it to her in disgust and sadness, as if she were a little beggar. The girl looked at him in astonishment, watched the car go away, and stood blankly in the middle of the road, confused and sad.
She fell in love with magicians when she was a lad in a backcountry tavern. He will pull rabbits out of hats, turn his nose into coins, and bring people all kinds of surprises. He conjured new red shoes for her, and she followed him into the city. He used magic to give her joy, and her laughter was his gift.
Even if he has no magic at all, a string of sausages means an extra part-time job, and a skirt means a face-lifting "magic" ad for women's products. But he wanted her to be satisfied, and he liked her joyful look—she was his child.
But girls grow up, and the magician just prays that that day doesn't come too soon. He had already bought the high-heeled shoes she longed for and hid them under the bed. I secretly hope that the day when she puts on high heels will never come, thinking that she will always be the child who is looking forward to surprises.
When the topic touches their children, parents always become stupid, and ideas become stupid. Sometimes they think we're still the little people, even though we've become very different from the past; sometimes they think we've "grown up" when we're still who we were.
One day, our stubbornness will be called "selfishness", our loneliness will be called "ungrateful", our childishness will become vanity in their eyes, our joke will make them sad...they can't tell the difference. Memories and reality, I don't know whether to urge us to grow up quickly, or to firmly grasp that immature phantom. Because no matter what, they can't be saved, and they can't be with each other for a long time.
Are girls becoming money worshippers and socialites? No, in fact, the girl is still the same girl. Holding one of the magician's coins, she hurried to the jewelry counter, pointed to the gleaming necklace inside, and handed a dollar to the stunned salesperson.
She is just a greedy child who wants all the good things in sight, sincerely believes that there is magic in the world, and that long-legged man with a tired but gentle face is the magician who can bring all happiness.
She doesn't understand money and price, she only knows beauty and goodness. Tutu is very fierce, but she will not take Tutu into the pot, she will share a small pot of soup without meat with the same hard and kind neighbors; she will linger in front of every beautiful glass cabinet, she will serve the city People dress up, she will dress up for ordinary outings...until she understands that it doesn't really matter.
When the magician was embarrassed and annoyed to see the girl with another boy, he mistakenly thought that she had "grown up" and became "that kind of woman"; when she really grew up, she was standing with the boy She went to hide from the rain in front of the external doll, her wet hair was loose, just like the day she met the magician - now her heart is with another person, she no longer longs for that kind of vanity, that kind of Keep grabbing the magic too.
There is a moving miss here, just like the mood of Bowman in "2001" when he was taken to the magnificent and desolate space berth by an indescribable force, during which thousands of years have passed, and a glimpse is only I saw the back of that ancient intelligent life leaving. The magician left with the rabbit in his arms and loneliness, and the girl was lost with his letter and money. One couldn't let go of her "growing up", and the other finally understood the meaning of "growing up".
There is no magic in this world, but it is full of sadness and love through a thin film; in the small bulging balloons are every heart that wants to speak and finally silence, floating leisurely to the sky without clouds.
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