Book3:WereMyDreamIs
书迷正在阅读：如影随形（1v1）h , 黄金城 , cao男人的日日夜夜 , 心情小记 , 【虫族/总攻】虫皇陛下 , 绿光与无梦之夜 , 顶流她又强又沙雕 , 一世诏书 , 晨光之爱 , 精灵盛院 , [综恐]谁是我的爱？ , 【反派初始化/暮辰】老情人
asedhadbeeahabit,asnaturaseatinganddrinkihenturoDwarfMickeyandsaid, “Iwantsomemorewine.Pourmesomemore.”DwarfMickeypouredsomemoreforhimandheagainyontheolddwarf’shandanddrank.Whenhisthirstwasfinallysatisfiedafterafewmorerounds,Mr.Fitedhistummyandsighedtently,“Thewinebugsinmytummyarefinallysatisfied.Ohyes,thatyoungwomandroppedapieceofpaper.Whatwasit?” “It’salottoticket.Itmightbringhergreatluck.” “Letmeseeit.Letmeseeit”heordered. “Whatdoyouwanttolookatitfor?Youdon’tknowanythingaboutit.”Takiicketoutofhispockethereadthesixfiguresoutloudandtoldthelittleman.“Therearesixfiguresonthisticket.Everyohemhastofitthehateoutofthelottomaeiowinthegrandprize.” “That’stoohard.I’mnotiedinitatall.” “IfyouwereiedIcouldeasilyletyouwinthefirstprize.Don’tfetIamthegodofwealthinchargeofallthewealthintheworld.Imakeanythinghappen.Howaboutit?Begme,kow-towtomeandIwillletyouwin.” “Evenifyoutakeallthemoheworldandputitbeforemyeyes,Iwon’tevenlookatit.Ofwhatuseismoney?moneybuyawomanofmysize?No.WhatIwantisawomanthatsuitsme.Ofwhatuseisallthemoheworldtome?all.” “Iuandyoursorrow”sighedDwarfMickey.“IknowbecauseIsufferfromthesamemady.Whereyoufindawomanthesizeofafihatwouldsuityou?Takemeforinstance.Iambiggerandtallerthanyou,butIamamidget.WhereIfindfemalemidgetforamate?I’mafraidthatyouandIaredestiobesolitarybachelorsourwholelives.”Onthisbeautifulspringday,whenthewarmsunwasshiningandflowerswereblooming,thetwolovelornbachelorsisatinthenarrowalleytryingtodrowntheirsorrowwithliquor.Butas,noamountofwineakethemfetthesorrowintheirhearts. 3 Ashadowstreakedpasttheentrandthenturnedbadehealley.Itwastheyoungwomanwithshort,chichaircutwhohadjusthelpedDwarfMickeyattheliquorstore.Shewaswearingthefadedbluejeansandsleevelesst-shirtandwasseargthegroundilyasiflookingforsomething.Assoonasshegotonthebus,shediscoveredthatshehadlostherlottoticket.Thoughitwasworthonlyadolr,itrepresentedallthewealthshepossessed.Sheowedadebtofunimaginablesizeandhadtopincheverypenny.Ofcourse,thedebtwasofherownchoosing,somethiookonasherresponsibility,foritwasinceivableforayounggirllikehertohavegotteninsodeepallbyherself.EngrossedinhersearchshewasunawareofhersurroundingsanddrewowhereDwarfMickeywassitting. “Mygood-heartedyoungdy,whatareyoulookingfor?Coulditbethislottoticket?”Theyounggirlraisedherheadandsawtheolddwarfholdingasmallpieceofpaperinhishand.Hereyeslightedupandexcimed, “Ohyes,that’sit!IwaslookingforthelottoticketIjustbought.Imightjusthitthejack-pot.Whoknows?” “Couldyoutellmewhyyouwanttowinthejack-pot?PerhapsImightbeabletohelp.” “Noonehelpme”sighedtheyounggirl.“Ioweahugedebt.EvenifIwasabletohitthejack-pot,itwouldonlybeafraofwhatIowe.” “Howmueydoyouowe?”askedMr.FingerwhohadfinallyfinisheddrinkingthewineinDwarfMickey’shandandraisedhisheadtojoinintheversation.“Thisoldguy,thislittledwarfwillbeabletohelpyou.”WhenMr.Finger’seyesectedwiththoseoftheyounggirl,bothofthemrecoiledasifstruckbylightning. “Sohereyouare,Mr.Finger”excimedtheyounggirngrily.“IfIhada