A short cute story every day before going to bed

The mountain spirit is shaped like a child, with one leg facing backwards, and it likes prisoners at night, so it is called Mandrill.

The storyteller at the entrance of the village talked endlessly about those ghosts and ghosts, and many children were fascinated by listening to them.After a while, a child came to the entrance of the village, carrying a bamboo basket that was about the same height as others, and timidly peddled in a crowded place.

Cheering and laughing voices came from all directions, "Little peddler, peddler, ding ding dong dong for food, I lost my mother after busy work~hahahaha..."

The leader of the little fat man said, "You broom star, don't stay in our village, my father said, you are a fool, so your father is dead, and your mother doesn't want you anymore." The stones on the ground were thrown at the little peddler, and someone started, and those children also learned to throw the stones on the ground to the little peddler.

The little shopkeeper was protecting the goods in the bamboo basket. His whole body was bruised and swollen from the beating, and blood was bleeding from his forehead.

It was already night when the little peddler came home, and there was nothing in the small hut except thatched grass and an iron pot. The little peddler huddled in a corner, eating half a cold steamed bun. , cried sadly.

At this time, a voice came from outside the wall, the voice was very gentle, "Why are you crying?" said the little shopkeeper, "People in the village don't like me."

"If you don't like it, you don't like it. Why are you sad?"

As soon as the little peddler looked up, he saw a white shadow with a big white face on it. The little peddler sneezed, and sprayed the white shadow all over with his saliva.

Bai Yingying took off the grimace mask, looked at the saliva on his body, then at the two "noodles" under the little shopkeeper's nose, and at that miserable little face, he was immediately discouraged.

The mandrill said helplessly, "Okay, I won't scare you anymore."

The mandrill put the grimacing white robe on the ground, and with a flick of a finger, a basin of food was created. The mandrill helped the peddler wipe away his tears, and then fed the peddler.

Only then did the little shopkeeper see clearly that the monster in front of him was just a child about his age, but he had an expression like that of an old man on his face.

The little peddler said, "Are you a monster?" The mandrill said, "I am a ghost."

The little peddler said, "Then you feed me, are you trying to fatten me up and eat me?" The mandrill's head was covered with black lines, and then he said, "I don't eat fat." The little peddler scratched his head, The mandrill sighed helplessly again, and then said, "Eat first."

The next day, the little peddler went shopping again with the bamboo basket on his back, but this time he skipped to the village.

Those children still wanted to bully the little peddler, and they seemed to be picked up from behind by someone, but when they looked back, they were empty. A group of children were all bewitched and frightened, and ran home one by one to find their mother.

The little peddler was laughing when he saw the children half-deadly frightened, but he gradually stopped laughing when he saw them go home to find their parents.

Someone patted him on the shoulder, and the little peddler turned his head with a lonely expression, saw the mandrill holding an umbrella, and said to him, "Go home."

The little peddler burst into tears, then took the mandrill's hand, and said coquettishly, "Well..."

As spring and autumn came, the little peddler gradually grew up, became more and more famous, and his business became better and better, but the mandrill was still the same as before, the size of a child, with a vicissitudes of life smile on his face forever.

During the Lantern Festival, the shopkeeper gave the mandrill a small bell, but the mandrill put it away without wearing it.

Mandrill can't remember how long he has lived. Over the years, he either watched his lover grow up, or watched his lover die of old age, or stepped out of the shadow of the past, or fell into a deeper and more desolate predicament.

Because no matter how deeply he loves, in the eyes of others, he is just a monster, or a child. He watches the person he loves leave, watches the person he loves match wings with others, and sees joy in that scene.

Deep affection, but nothing to do with him.

But all of this, he never told anyone, even the most cherished person, he kept silent.

Later, the shopkeeper went to Chang'an, and on the day before leaving, the shopkeeper said to Mandrill, "Actually, I don't mind your appearance, even if you will always look like a child, in my heart, you..."

The mandrill did not speak.

It's not that he is so noble, but because of shock and bewilderment, fear made him put on a hypocritical expression.

The shopkeeper said again, "When I have saved enough money, I will take you to Chang'an. Father said, that is the best place in the world." When the shopkeeper said this, he was standing in the sun, and the mandrill was hiding in the shadow of the tree. Looking at the cheerful smile of the salesman, I just feel that the smile is full of sunshine and light.

However, he is a ghost and can never touch the sun.

On the first day, the shopkeeper didn't come back, and the mandrill sat under a big tree and played on a swing.

No.70 Three days later, the shopkeeper did not come back, and the mandrill stood on the road at the entrance of the village, looking into the distance.

On the 560th day, the mandrill was sitting on the top of the mountain, the sky was blue and the clouds were thick, but they could not hinder the arrival of the sun.

Mandrill thought, maybe the salesman will never come back.

Fengshen said, "Ghosts cannot see light, and die when they meet the sun... You have fallen to this point, why bother to give yourself such a fate?"

The mandrill said, "It's just a strange thing. God's lifespan is so long that it seems to have no end, while the lifespan of mortals is too short, too short to match the changing of spring and autumn..."

The blue sky gradually became brighter, the sun shone through the clouds and shone on the earth, and bright fragments slowly appeared in the air, drifting around, and gradually drifting away...

A shadow hit the top of the mandrill's head, and the mandrill's originally burning hair extinguished the fire, Fengshen coughed twice and disappeared.

Mandrill raised his head and saw the shopkeeper looking at him with a smile on his face. The shopkeeper held up an umbrella painted with landscapes and bamboos and said, "Look, I brought this back from Chang'an. It's not found anywhere else. Does it look good?"

The mandrill was startled, his tears hadn't stopped yet, but the salesman knelt down and helped the mandrill wipe away his tears, just as gentle as when the mandrill wiped his tears away.

The salesman gave the umbrella to Mandrill, then patted himself on the shoulder, and said to Mandrill, "Go, I will carry you home."

The shopkeeper is carrying a mandrill on his back, and the mandrill is holding a bamboo umbrella. The sunlight shines on the fallen leaves through the gaps in the forest, and the bright spots of light dance among the dead vines and plants.

Mandrill said, "Why did you come back? I thought..."

The shopkeeper said, "Chang'an is at war, and I ran back after a lot of trouble."

"After that, you don't want to go so far?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The mandrill leaned on the salesman's shoulder and fell asleep after a while. The salesman took over the umbrella that was about to fall and propped it up to block the mandrill from the sun.

There is still a long way to go home, and the shopkeeper knows that it is not only the way home, but also his whole life.

The leaves fall quietly, burying the traces they have walked, but no one knows what the future will be like.

However, the salesman looked back at the mandrill and thought...

That's enough.

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