The witch was reciting a spell in her house, she closed her eyes and began to meditate, she saw a baby girl, and through the magic, she could see that when she grew up, she would be beautiful. The ugly witch became cynical and cried out, "I hate all food that is beautiful and I will destroy it." She laughed three times wildly. At the first sound, the leaves of the surrounding trees lowered their pressure, and the leaves gradually turned yellow and withered. At the second sound, all the birds of the woods uttered their mournful cries, and there was a deathly silence all around. The third sound, the surface of the earth cracked open a large seam, wearing inside the unfathomable hole, molten lava to gush outward.
She blew on her magic whistle, and a vulture flew in and said, "Good evening, honored master, what can I do for you?"
"Idiot." The witch swung her hand over the vulture's head, only to see all the feathers on its head fall out, she continued, "Told you to come in through the front door, don't fly in through the window." The witch took a spoonful of the freshly brewed soup, which was piping hot and still smoking outward, and was poured into a clear glass bottle and corked.
(ii)
As he watched the witch recite the incantation into the glass jar, the vulture picked up the scattered feathers and tucked them into his arms, saying, "It would be nice for me to use it to make a hat when I get home."
At this point, the witch points to a picture of a baby girl, hands the glass bottle to the vulture, and commands, "I'm going to ask you to mix this into her bottle and make her drink it!"
"How do I find her, master?"
"Fool, find it with your eyes."
"Good." The vulture went down with the glass bottle.
The witch scooped up the rest of the soup and was there to gloat when a black cat meowed and climbed into her lap.
"Go away!" The witch kicks the cat with her foot.
Only to see that the cat never let go of her pant leg with a deadly bite, she poured the soup on the cat in her hand.
"Meow meow" a few screams later, the cat fell on the ground, after rolling in pain, dying.
(c)
The vulture looks around and finally sees the baby girl, babbling.
A woman with brown hair said, "Oh, baby, call for Grandma."
The old woman took the baby and said, "May the baby grow more and more beautiful! Look at her dark eyes, how charming they are!"
While a circle of people around her were praising her, the vulture crept into the kitchen, saw a bottle of milk on the side, and when they were not paying attention, secretly dripped juice onto the bottle and flew away with the empty bottle.
(d)
The baby girl blinked her eyes and looked curiously at the strange world.
The woman with the brown hair said, "Baby, you must be hungry, mommy is going to get you a bottle."
"Baby, be good, Grandma kiss." The old woman kept turning her upside down and teasing her.
When the baby girl's mother retrieved the bottle, she wanted to feed it to the baby girl. But the baby girl shook her head and dodged with great reluctance.
The baby girl's grandmother patted her on the back and said, "Baby, try it, it's delicious."
The baby girl was forced to take a bite, and then she coughed, and before long, she had a fever.
(v)
The baby girl had a fever for a week. Everyone thought it was because she was not well and no one cared much.
She gradually grew up, and became very beautiful and generous.
The nightingale often came to her window to sing. In the flower garden of her house, there were many colorful flowers, roses, tulips, lilies and so on. At night, she would often hum a little song, dancing in circles alone in her room, unaware that the nightmare was creeping closer and closer to her.
(6)
The girl's name was Emily. She used to pick flowers and take them to the market.
At this time a man from far away came, and as he rode around on his horse, suddenly the horse ran wild and flew all the way to Emily's door. The nightingale was singing for Emily, and it was as if they were talking to each other in song, and he was so overcome by the beauty of the woman, and so astonished by the scene before him, that he could not help but applaud.
(vii)
"Girl, you look beautiful!" His eyes were wide open and his voice trembled with some excitement.
The girl, startled by the strange voice, quickly closed the window, and the nightingale flew away.
The man walked in slowly, leaned out of the window, and said urgently, "Girl, I am a foreigner. I heard you and the nightingale singing just now, and it was so beautiful!"
Emily just whispered back, "Thank you."
"Can you open the window?" The out-of-town man asked.
"Sorry, it's not convenient."
Just as the man hung his head and walked away, he turned his head and walked back, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not the big bad wolf, I won't eat you."
Emily snickered from inside the house as she gently opened a small opening, only to see the man give it a push and open the window straight up.
There was a "bang" and Emily blossomed and said, "You're so rude!"
"Oh no, my lovely girl. Normally I'm always a gentleman. Only slightly more forceful to see you!"
Emily turned her head dismissively, actually snickering darkly over there.
(viii)
The next day, the man came back and said, "Pretty girl, can you tell me your name?"
"Emily. And you?"
"What a pretty name! My name is Quevedo."
"Mr. Quevedo, what brings you here?"
"I'm here on business, passing through, and stopped by to see you, my little beauty."
"Are you always so oily?"
"Greasy? It's the truth, don't you think?" , Quevedo continued, "Can you do me a favor?"
"What favor?" Emily asked rhetorically.
"I'm new here and I don't know the area well, could you show me around?"
(IX)
Emily opened the door and said, "Okay! Where would you like to walk around?"
"Anywhere, get on the horse first!"
Emily said, "There's a big house in front of it, and the Black Swan will be ......" Without waiting for her to finish, Quevedo took Emily on his horse with one hand and rode away, seeing only the dust flying on the ground.
(x)
They came to a thick forest and sat in a lush green meadow, and Quevedo helped Emily down and said, "It's nice here!"
Emily pointed to the end and said, "Look, there's a couple of little squirrels in the trees!"
Quevedo picked up a rock and smashed it into the squirrels, who fled in terror.
"Why did you hit them? You are not a good person!"
"Good person? I never was." He forcefully kisses Emily.
Emily struggles to get away from Quevedo's aggression, pounding him hard on the head.
(xi)
The vulture in the sky, which has been watching Emily's every move, rushes to report the witch. The witch laughs, "Well done!"
The vulture asked in disbelief, "Master, what potion did you give last time? How come she is still alive?"
The witch laughed, "It's a love spell, she'll fall in love with a man she shouldn't love, give everything, and end up with nothing."
"Wow! So pathetic!" Vulture muttered.
"You sympathize with her? Stupid! All things of beauty, I will destroy!" She laughed wildly again.
(xii)
Emily was pushed to the ground, and Quevedo lunged at her like a wild animal, tearing her clothes.
Just then, a hunter happened to be passing by, and he took his bow and arrow and shot Quevedo in the head, killing him.
Emily looked at her ragged self, too shocked to speak, and just kept crying.
The hunter took off his coat and draped it over Emily's body, saying, "Are you all right, girl?"
Emily doesn't say anything; she picks up Quevedo, who has fallen to the ground, and kisses him gently on the forehead, then bursts into tears again.
(xiii)
"You killed him." Emily hated the hunter.
"But he was going to **** you." Hunter retorted.
"As much as I don't want to be violated, I don't want him dead either."
"Girl, you're dancing with the wolf ****! It's unbelievable!" The hunter turned his head away in a huff.
Leaving the one girl, sitting alone in the forest.
The hunter walked, and a little uneasy, went back to the house to get a few clean clothes, and turned back.
"Girl, it's getting dark. You'd better go home early!"
"Don't mind me, you are not qualified to mind me."
The hunter advised bitterly, saying, "Go back quickly! The tigers are out at night, and it is dangerous for a girl to be in the wild."
"I don't want you to care." The girl was crying.
Seeing that he could not persuade her, the hunter picked up some matches, drilled wood for a fire, took out a few sweet potatoes from his bag, and sat down next to the roasted sweet potatoes.
(xiv)
The girl cried her eyes red. At this time, her stomach grumbled.
She smelled the scent of the hunter's baked sweet potatoes and stared at him.
"You must be starving! Here, take this, a freshly baked sweet potato."
"Thanks."
"I really don't understand why you are so sad, just for a pervert, he doesn't deserve it!"
"Usually he is not like this, today may be confused, but he is not to die!"
"You are incorrigible! I'm off."
"Don't go." Emily took him by the feet and begged bitterly, saying, "I am afraid to be alone."
"I have things to do, take your time to be sad!" The hunter went away without looking back, this time with determination.
(xv)
The next day, the girl opened her eyes and was surrounded by a group of rabbits.
"Good morning, lovely rabbits."
A lead rabbit, hopping up to her eyes, said, "Emily, you've been tricked."
"What are you talking about? Mr. Rabbit."
"Quevedo is a liar, he was sent by the witch to seduce you and ruin you."
"No, he loves me as I love him."
The other rabbit, unable to hear any more, ran over to Emily, who was lying down, and peed in her face. The urine stayed down to her mouth, and she desperately wiped it off with both hands, her eyes suddenly brightening up and saying, "It stinks!"
The lead rabbit added, "The hunter is the good guy! Last time I was accidentally hit by a rock, he was the one who wrapped my wound with his bandana."
Emily regretted that she had wrongly blamed the hunter, and felt very sad.
(xvi)
That leading rabbit added: "I want to go and thank the hunter for saving my life, will you come with me?"
"Good." Emily followed the army of rabbits to the hunter's house.
By this time, the hunter had just come back from being outside, he was a hero and had caught a fox and put it in a cage.
"What brings you here?" The hunter asked in surprise.
"I wanted to come and thank you for saving me, I was the one who made the mistake of not appreciating it!"
"It was just a show of hands. Girl, you will meet the right person for you, don't rush."
"Thank you, benefactor."
"Just get by. There's a long way to go in life."
"Do you have someone?"
"Well, I have a wife and a son, about your age."
"Oh. You must be very happy!"
"Having them together is my happiness."
(xvii)
"It's you?" The hunter's son asked as he returned and saw Emily.
"It's me." Emily said back.
It turns out that the two have known each other for a long time, remembering a time when the hunter's son was out sketching and painting a picture of Emily strolling through the flowers.
"Such a coincidence?"
"Yes!"
The hunter was happy to see the two young people talking to each other.
After that, the two young men walked around a lot. A year later, they got married and lived happily together.
(XVIII)
"Where have you been?" After a long time, the witch remembered about Emily and called out to it with her magic whistle.
The vulture entered through the front door and said, "What can I do for you?"
"Emily, what's been going on?"
The vulture had long forgotten about the continued surveillance, so how did it know the witch would bring it up again?
It said, "I'll find out and report back later!"
It opened its arms and flew off at once, when she saw Emily happily picking flowers from a bush, with the hunter's son sketching away.
It rushed back to tell the witch all this. The witch was first shocked and said, "Impossible. Absolutely impossible. She ate the love poison, will not get happiness, how can this be? Did you forget to put it in?"
In a fit of pique, the witch cooked the vulture and tossed it aside, shouting, "It's not true!"
The Cursed Witch