Chapter 27 27 Uneven Mirror Christmas Stories

My wife and I walked into the living room.There was mildew and damp.The room had not been lit for a whole century, and when we lit candles and illuminated the walls, millions of rats and mice fled in all directions.We closed the door behind us, but there was still a wind in the room, blowing the stacks of papers in the corner.The light fell on the papers, and we saw old letters and medieval pictures.The walls, green with age, bear portraits of my family's ancestors.The ancestors looked haughty and stern, as if they wanted to say: You should be beaten up, brother! Our footsteps resounded throughout the house.When I coughed, there was an echo to answer me. This kind of echo has also answered the sound of my ancestors before. The wind outside the room whistled and wailed.Someone seemed to be weeping in the chimney of the fireplace, and the cry sounded in a desperate tone.Big raindrops beat on the dark and dim window, and the sound of the knocking made people feel melancholy.

Ah, ancestors, ancestors!I said, with a significant sigh, that if I were a writer, I would write long novels looking at these portraits.You know, each of these old people was young at the beginning, and every man or woman had a love story and what kind of love story it was!For example, look at this old woman, she is my great-grandmother.This unattractive and unattractive woman had an extremely interesting story.did you see thatI asked my wife, do you see the mirror hanging in the corner over there? I pointed to my wife a large mirror, framed in jet-black brass, hanging in the corner next to a portrait of my great-grandmother.

There is something sinister about this mirror: it destroyed my great-grandmother.She bought it for a large sum of money and never left it until she died.She looks at this mirror night and day, without stopping for a moment, even when eating and drinking.Every time she goes to bed, she takes it with her and puts it on the bed.On her deathbed she asked for the mirror to be put in the coffin with her.Her wish didn't come true just because the coffin couldn't fit such a big mirror. She is a coquettish woman, isn't she?my wife asked. Let it be.And yet, has she no other mirror?Why did she only like this mirror so much, but not the other mirrors?Doesn't she have a better mirror?No, no, my dear, there is a terrible secret lurking in it.It couldn't have been otherwise.According to legend, there is a devil in this mirror, and it happens that the great-grandmother loves devils.Of course, these words are all nonsense, but there is no doubt that this mirror with a copper frame has mysterious powers.

I brushed the dust off the mirror, took a picture, and laughed out loud.My laughter was echoed muffled by an echo.It turned out that the mirror was uneven, and it pulled my face in all directions. The nose ran to the left cheek, and the chin became two and slipped to the side. What a strange hobby my great-grandmother had!I said. My wife, hesitantly, went to the mirror to take a look, and suddenly a terrible thing happened.Her face was pale, her limbs trembled, and she cried out.The candlestick fell from her hand, rolled on the floor, and the candle went out.Darkness surrounds us.Immediately, I heard a heavy thing fall to the floor: it turned out that my wife had fallen to the ground, and her identity was unknown.

The wind wailed more and more terribly, the big mouse started to run, and the little mouse made the paper rustle in the pile of paper.When one of the shutters fell from the window and fell, my hair stood on end and trembled.The moon appeared outside the window. I grabbed my wife, picked her up, and carried her out of the ancestral home.She didn't wake up until the evening of the next day. Mirror!Give me the mirror!When she woke up, she said, where is the mirror? After that she went without water, food, or sleep for a whole week, and kept asking for the mirror.She cried bitterly, pulled the hair on her head, and tossed and turned on the bed.At last the doctor announced that she might die of mental exhaustion, and that her condition was extremely dangerous, so I managed to suppress my fear, and ran downstairs again, where I brought my great-grandmother's mirror and showed it to her.She laughed with joy when she saw it, and then she seized it, kissed it, and looked at it intently.

It has been more than ten years now, but she is still looking at that mirror, and refuses to leave it for a while. Could this be me?She whispered that apart from the flush on her face, there was also an expression of happiness and obsession, yes, this is me!Everyone lies, except this mirror!People lie and so does my husband!Ah, if I had seen myself sooner, if I had known what I really look like, I should not have married this man!He is not good enough for me!The fairest and noblest knight should be crouching at my feet!Once I stood behind my wife and accidentally looked in the mirror, which revealed the terrible secret.I saw a woman in the mirror, a beauty as beautiful as I had never seen in my life.It is a miracle of nature, a fusion of beauty, grace and love.But what is going on?What happened?Why does my ugly, clumsy wife look so pretty in the mirror?What is the reason?

This is because the uneven mirror distorted my wife's ugly face in all directions. After such a change, the face became beautiful by coincidence.Negative times negative equals positive. Now we two, my wife and I, sit in front of the mirror, looking at it eagerly, not relaxing for a moment: my nose ran to the left cheek, my chin became two, and slipped aside, but my wife's face But charming and charming, a crazy and obsessed enthusiasm suddenly appeared in my heart. Hahaha!I laughed wildly. My wife was talking in a low voice, barely audible. how beautiful i am!