Short Story: A Young Tale (by Tonkabean)
Short Story: A Young Tale (by Tonkabean)
(English Story Translate by AI)
Bare-chested in a t-shirt and worn-out jeans, she ran carefree under the sunlight, her long hair dancing on her shoulders. There was a time when such unrestrained passion filled her, captured in a 16x20-inch photograph frame that held a picture of a fifteen-year-old girl. The photo hung in the center of the wall in this little grocery store, and anyone passing by could see the childhood picture of Xiao Bing. It was her grandfather's favorite photo. After her grandfather passed away, her father and younger brother took care of the store, and occasionally, Ah Bing would come by to tidy things up.
Now twenty-nine years old, Xiao Bing looked at herself from fourteen years ago, traversing a kaleidoscope-like colorful world, carefree and joyful every day.
Xiao Bing's profession was makeup, but she hardly ever put on makeup for herself. She believed that no matter what she put on her face, her appearance wouldn't improve much. However, she had the ability to transform others, giving them a fresh new look with her makeup skills, leaving people in awe of the before and after.
In this narrow street, there was a woman named Aunt Ling. Aunt Ling ran a small laundry shop. Xiao Bing and Aunt Ling were like two parallel lines, people from different eras occasionally intersecting.
Aunt Ling had a friendly smiling face, amiable and approachable, and Xiao Bing had liked her since she was a child. However, Xiao Bing's mother didn't like Aunt Ling. It was said that Xiao Bing's father and grandfather had praised Aunt Ling, and since then, her mother had held a grudge against her. But her mother had passed away several years ago, and everything returned to dust. Xiao Bing had her own interpretation and thoughts. The people here also liked Aunt Ling, and there was actually nothing wrong with her.
Xiao Bing felt that she was no longer as exuberant as before. She had become steady and calm because she was no longer the girl in the bare-chested t-shirt and worn-out jeans. She had grown up, and indeed, she was in her early thirties now! However, whenever Aunt Ling looked at Xiao Bing, she felt her youth rekindling. In Aunt Ling's eyes, there was a distant yet fiery emotion, as if longing for something in life. Xiao Bing remembered Aunt Ling's youth. When Aunt Ling looked at her, her gaze carried a sigh, perhaps yearning for youth, perhaps reminiscing about the past. Xiao Bing couldn't help but believe that she was still youthful.
Xiao Bing had once thought that Aunt Ling was beautiful. She had thought so when she was thirteen, but that was sixteen years ago. Aunt Ling had always been alone, running the shop here, living here. So beautiful, why would she be alone?
Being alone wasn't actually a problem. Maybe one day she would be alone too, and one day her youth would fade away. Xiao Bing murmured to herself.
One day, Xiao Bing suddenly went to Aunt Ling to confide in her, although she didn't yet know what she wanted to say. But at least she wasn't the little girl in the bare-chested t-shirt and worn-out jeans anymore.
However, before she could speak, Aunt Ling told her that she would be leaving this place because she had worked hard for many years and wanted to live a rural life after retirement. Then, she gave Xiao Bing a photo. Xiao Bing was surprised when she looked at the photo! For a moment, she really thought the person in the picture was herself. Bare-chested in a t-shirt, worn-out jeans, long hair dancing on her shoulders, running carefree under the sunlight!
On the day Aunt Ling left, Xiao Bing accompanied her to the train station and gave her a photo as well.
Bare-chested in a t-shirt, worn-out jeans, long hair dancing under the sunlight!
The End
Author: Tonkabean
Lyric: **A Young Tale **
(Music by AI)
In a small town, under the sun’s embrace,
A girl ran wild, with a smile on her face.
Her hair flowed free, like a river’s stream,
Captured in a photo, a young girl’s dream.
Years have passed, but memories stay,
In the heart of the town, where she used to play.
Oh, the days of youth, so bright and bold,
Running through the fields, stories untold.
From the past to now, the echoes ring,
In the heart of the town, where memories cling.
Now she’s grown, with a steady hand,
Transforming faces, with a magic wand.
In the narrow streets, where lives entwine,
She sees her youth in the eyes that shine.
Oh, the days of youth, so bright and bold,
Running through the fields, stories untold.
From the past to now, the echoes ring,
In the heart of the town, where memories cling.
She smile, a friendly face,
In her eyes, a distant place.
Leaving behind, the life she knew,
For a quiet dream, in skies so blue.
Oh, the days of youth, so bright and bold,
Running through the fields, stories untold.
From the past to now, the echoes ring,
In the heart of the town, where memories cling.
In the heart of the town, where memories cling.
Bare-chested in a t-shirt, worn-out jeans,
Long hair dancing, in the sunlight’s beams.
In the heart of the town, where memories stay,
A young girl’s spirit, never fades away.
Original Story Chinese
https://tonkabean2016.blogspot.com/2024/01/blog-post_29.html
All of Story Song Playlist
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpQqziNOUNI&list=PLAzKCxmQqsb722uhAE33lLUZV78ZEWvs_
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