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The streetlight outside the window flashed by, shining on the faces of the two of them.

Song Nanchen drew the curtains, turned off the overhead lights, and lit the storybook with a flashlight.

A gentle, magnetic and deep voice sounded slowly in the darkness.

"A long time ago, on a New Year's Eve, it was terribly cold, and it was still snowing in the sky, and the night was approaching. There was a child in tattered clothes, living in the cold street."

"The slippers she was wearing seemed to be her mother's shoes. Two carriages rushed over, and the child lost Wei's slippers in fright."

Listening to the little girl in the story, Xiao Fubao couldn't help frowning: "Did the little girl's parents not want her anymore?"

Song Nanchen was slightly taken aback.

"This... I don't know, I must be sick."

Seeing that Xiao Fubao did not speak, he continued to read the story.

"Her feet were red and blue from the cold, and there was a lot of firewood wrapped in the child's old apron, and she was still holding a bundle. She was shivering from the cold and shouted: Sell firewood! Sell firewood! Who wants to buy firewood!"

"Walking on the street, no one bought her firewood. The child walked forward hungry and cold. The snowflakes fell on her yellow hair. It was crystal clear and beautiful."

"The smoke gradually disappeared on the street. The windows of the houses on the street were opened, and the smell of roast goose wafted out. The child was really hungry. She sat down between the two rooms, curled up in the cold."

"The child dare not go home because she didn't sell a lot of firewood and didn't earn a copper coin. Her parents will definitely beat her, and the house is also very cold."

Hearing this, Xiao Fubao asked again: "Why did the little girl's father beat her? Is it because the little girl did something wrong?"

Will her father beat her too?
Song Nanchen reached out and rubbed her hair: "No, the little girl did nothing wrong, it was her father who was wrong."

"Do adults make mistakes too?" Xiao Fubao asked curiously.

Hearing what she said, Song Nanchen nodded, and the tenderness between his eyebrows became even more tender: "Yes. Adults also make mistakes. Some mistakes can't be avoided without vigilance. Sometimes mistakes will happen without your noticing."

Xiao Fubao nodded half-understood, and continued to listen to the story he told himself.

"The child's eyes are frozen, and as long as a firewood is lit, it will be warm. It is too cold, and the firewood is lit."

"There is light on the firewood, and the child puts her hands on the light. She seems to be sitting next to an iron stove. There are bright brass circles and a brass stove. The stove is so beautiful and warm."

"When the boy tried to stretch his feet, the flame suddenly went out and the stove disappeared."

"It was the first time for the child to light the firewood. This time she saw the table full of beauty through the wall, including roast goose, fruit, and exquisite dinner plates."

"When the child was ready to enjoy the beauty, the firewood went out and turned into a thick and cold wall."

"After the child polished the third firewood, she saw the beautiful Christmas tree, and the grandmother who loved her the most was standing under the tree."

Xiao Fubao's eyes widened instantly.

Are matches such a magical thing?

If Fu Bao lit a match, would he be able to meet his parents?
"She wanted Grandma to stay with me, so she polished all the firewood."