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A Fairy Tale
Ⅰ
“Arthur.”A little kid says quietly, who has short fair hair stands by thewindow .He is standing on a chair, looking out of the window, and, expectingsomebody.
“Arthur.”He says again, but no one answered him, only the stars shiningin the dark sky.
“Fred.”An old lady comes in.”He’s gone Fred .Think about other things.You can play with other boys …”
“Where’s he?”Little Fred asks suddenly,”He said he would come and tell meanother story tonight, about a pretty, lively, and kind fairy .But he haven’t come.”
“My dear Alfred, he has gone back to his hometown, to England, very farfrom here .I can tell you the story.” says the old lady, smiling.
“Are you really sure?” Alfred soon jumps down the chair and runs to the woman,asks happily,”But Arthur said only he can see the fairies, Granny.”
“Of course, my dear .Come here and sit down, and I’ll tell you the wholestory .Once upon a time …”
The light is warm, and little Fred listens carefully .Soon he falls asleep.
Ⅱ
Twelve years later, the 6-year-old boy Alfred and the 8-year-old boycalled Arthur both grew up, but they have forgotten each other .They lives smoothly,and the distance between them is the width of the Atlantic Ocean.
But God will let them meet again.
Ⅲ
“So bad weather!” complains Alfred F Jones, who is travelling relaxed inEngland .He forgot an important thing that he didn’t take the umbrella. Itbegins to rain, so he has to find somewhere to avoid the rain .Soon he find a caféand goes into it.
The café is full of orange light, and it’s playing Childhood Memory. Themusic makes him relaxed more. Then, he sees the only man in the café, who islooking outside with a book lying on the desk.
“Would you mind my sitting here?” He go to that man, says politely.
“Ah, of course you can.” He replies, but still looking outside.
Alfred sit opposite that man, and see over him carefully. He has fairhair that as beautiful as his. And his eyes are pretty green.
“It’s impolite to do so.” says him, suddenly.
“Oh, sorry, I won’t, and your eyes are really pretty----I mean the color.What’s your name, please?”
“Arthur Kirkland. Your eyes are sky-blue.” Says Arthur, turns his head toAlfred and looks at him.
“Thanks, all my relatives said they’re lively. And my name is Alfred FJones. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, too.” Answers Arthur, with a nodding, then saysnothing.
It keeps silence for a minute, till Alfred opened the book on the table.
“Don’t open the book.” Says Arthur, unhappily.
“Don’t be so poky, sir. Oh, is it written by you? Your handwriting isvery good. Let me have a look……Are you writing a fairy tale?” says Alfred,smiling.
“If you want to laugh at me, you can go out now. I won’t be sad and won’tgive up.” says Arthur, who is a little angry.
“I won’t go out because it still rains heavily. But don’t you want toknow my opinion? I love to read fairy tales.”
“Really?” he suddenly stares at him, seems to find out if he is tellinglies.
“Yeah, I’ve listened thousands of stories from my grandma when I was akid. She’s really a kind and wise woman. And she is living in the heaven now.”says Alfred, with a sign.
“I’m quite sorry to hear that.” says Arthur, at a low voice.
“Don’t worry about that, it’s gone. Are you a writer? I hope it will bepublished soon. I like the story.”
“Well, I’m only an editor.” says Arthur, with aquite strange smile.
“I think that’s a pity.”
“Well, I think so, but not everyone likes fairy tales likes you. So I write it just becauseI think it’s interesting. Oh, the rain has stopped, I must leave now. You know,the weather in England changes suddenly. By the way, you aren’t an Englishman, areyou?”
“No, I’m not. I’m an American student.” saysAlfred, smiling.
But he doesn’t get any surprise, “Ah, I’ve gotit.” Then he takes the book and leave.
“Did he forget something?” thinks Alfred, seessomething next to his seat. It is an umbrella.
“Hey, you forget your umbrella!” He soon rushesout, but doesn’t see anyone. Arthur leaves quickly.
“What a strange man……” And he leaves, with theumbrella.
He looks kind of familiar to him, but it’s toolong ago to remember.
Ⅳ
It’s sunny in that afternoon, and Alfred andArthur are in the café, talking with happiness. Every afternoon Alfred meetsArthur in the café, and every time he can listens to a new story. When he looksat Arthur’s green eyes, the story sounds real. Maybe there is another reason ofcoming here to listen to stories, is to meet Arthur.
“Could I go to your publisher sometime? Are theremore fairy tales written by you?”asks Alfred, on the seventh day.
“…...Well, I’ll take you there.” After a longtime of silence, he replies.
It’s such a sunny day, and the sunshine is sobright that they can’t open their eyes.
@star树眠君 ——隰有苌楚,猗傩其枝。夭之沃沃,乐子之无知!……但今世无知者当斩!