Brain Hole Story 03丨 Miss Wheat Once Upon a Time There Was a Mountain Miss Wheat Had a New Friend Return to the Field Winter Came:. Miss Wheat is "dead"

A grain of wheat, if it does not fall to the ground and dies, no matter how long it passes, it will remain itself; if it wishes to bury itself and be exhausted, it will bear the seed and experience the miracle of life.

<h1>Once upon a time there was a mountain</h1>

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a small village under the mountain, and in front of the village there was a golden wheat field, and after the autumn harvest, a grain of wheat was forgotten in the field..."

Just call her Miss Wheat

"Hey, is anyone ?!!?" Miss Wheat shouted anxiously, "You have left me behind!" feed!!!!! ”

I don't know whether the wheels of the carriage were too loud or Miss Wheat's voice was not loud enough, but in short, the carriage was getting farther and farther away, and no one noticed her

"How can I be left here alone on such a cold day?" There are so many Tanabe sparrows, what if they eat them..."

The more Miss Wheat spoke, the more frightened she became, and she began to cry

"Hey, don't cry, it's noisy in the daytime, and you don't let people sleep!"

Miss Wheat looked around and did not find the source of the sound. At this moment, the leaves beside her moved, and a small frog rubbed its eyes and came out from under the leaves

"Isn't it just forgotten in the ground, there is nothing to cry about, and if you are taken back, you will certainly be ground into flour." I would say that instead of being crushed a little bit, you should be eaten by a sparrow! ”

At this point, the frog began to tell Miss Wheat about the mill he had passed the last time, and the painful cries of the other wheat he had heard outside the door

<h1>Miss Wheat has a new friend</h1>

The little frog grew more and more vigorous as he spoke, and he walked around Miss Wheat, imitating the cries of the wheat as he drew

Miss Wheat had long been frightened and trembling, and even forgot her own encounter, and her face turned pale from golden

"Oh my God, this is horrible! Fortunately, I was not transported away, otherwise I would have been made into flour like everyone else. Miss Wheat said as she patted her heart

"But what now?" Sooner or later I'll be eaten by sparrows staying here..." Miss Wheat's voice grew quieter

The little frog looked down and saw that she was already in tears, crying and unable to speak. I couldn't help but feel soft: "Well, I'm going to the pond to find food, and I'll put you in the water so that the sparrows won't dare to eat you." ”

With that, the little frog picked up Miss Wheat and jumped and ran toward the pond

At the edge of the pond, the little frog carefully put Miss Wheat into the water, and Miss Wheat floated on the surface of the water, only to feel the water slowly soak her clothes, and her body did not listen to the call to sink slowly

"Quick, save me, cough..."

Miss Wheat dried her clothes by the pond and begged the little frog to send her back to the field again, "It's terrible, for a moment I thought I might die." ”

<h1>Back in the field</h1>

The little frog put Miss Wheat back into the field and carefully hid her with a leaf

"Well, then the sparrow should not be able to see you, and I used this trick to hide the opening of the hole." Say goodbye to the little frog jumping back into the cave and sleeping

What's next?

How do I live to make more sense?

What kind of person am I going to be?

...

Miss Wheat bit her finger and thought about life. Oh no, Mai Sheng

Just as Miss Wheat imagined that she had met a wheat-skinned Mr. Wheat and was traveling around the village with him, she suddenly felt herself light and left the ground

Miss Wheat hurriedly got up, twisted her body and looked down, and found herself carried on her back by a group of ants, and in front of the team there was a small ant holding two small flags, directing the team towards the ant nest

Miss Wheat was frightened and shook her body desperately, trying to escape from the ant's back. In a panic, Miss Wheat removed a small piece of wheat husk from her body, but finally escaped

Miss Ant escaped as fast as she could into the little frog's cave, where she did not leave. Occasionally, she would tell the little frog when he woke up about her ideal life in the future

<h1>Winter is coming</h1>...

As the days passed, the little frog slept longer and longer, and one day, after the little frog slept, Miss Wheat could not wake him up

Winter came, and the wheat field was draped with a white quilt, and Miss Wheat looked at her torn clothes, was silent for a long time, and then covered herself with a layer of dirt and quietly accompanied the little frog

Miss Wheat had a long dream in which there was the sound of creaking, the ant nest where the party was held, the sparrows circling around her, the water floating up and down... Later, she dreamed that she had become a wheat seedling, and suddenly she grew tall again, and her body was full of full ears...

Spring came, and the snow gradually melted into a stream of water flowing through the fields, spreading into the little frog's cave, dragging the little frog out of his sleep

"Get up, Miss Wheat!" The little frog stretched out and looked at Miss Wheat next to him—there was only a lump of whiskers in the hole, and where there was still Miss Wheat.'

The little frog crawled out of the cave entrance and found that on the ground at the top of the cave, a tender green wheat seedling was swaying slightly in the wind. "Huh?!" The little frog opened its mouth wide in surprise... After a while, he said slowly:

"Then goodbye autumn, Miss Wheat."

<h1>Miss Wheat is "dead"</h1>

Miss Wheat is "dead," or she's changed and moved on to life in a different way

Many years later, the old frog sat by the cave of the year and told the story of Miss Wheat to the little frogs sitting around him

“... I have never seen Miss Wheat since, but whenever I encounter a grain of wheat that has been forgotten in the field, I will always lead them to the mouth of this cave and tell them the story of Miss Wheat, which is the most splendid miracle I have ever seen. ”

(End)

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