A short cute story every day before going to bed

The prosperity of the world is all for profit; the world is full of hustle and bustle, all for profit.There are customers who come here for them, and they are brokers.

An old kiln site appeared in the sandy sea of ​​the Western Regions, and many ancient porcelains from the previous dynasty were dug up. A broker found a business opportunity and bought porcelain, intending to present it to the emperor of the Central Plains.

Broker has been in the sand sea alone for four days, food and water are almost used up, and the symptoms of dehydration are becoming more and more obvious. Broker is sitting on a camel, tired and weak.

The sand sea was so hot at noon that even the camel was unable to walk. The broker only felt that his center of gravity was out of balance. The next moment, his cheek touched the hot sand, and he actually fell off the camel. The camel and the sky alternated in front of his eyes. Appears, after which Broker loses consciousness.

The cold liquid slowly flowed into the mouth along the corner of his mouth. The broker wanted to swallow it subconsciously, but found that there were only a few drops of the liquid. The broker opened his eyelids with force, and in front of him was a thin and thin man from the Central Plains. His eyes were particularly beautiful, like Wanting to steal other people's souls, the man saw that the broker had woken up, and he didn't speak, just smiled with a pair of smiling eyes.

The broker was seriously dehydrated, and his limbs were weak. He watched the man dab his lips with water. The broker wanted to say something, but his throat hurt so badly that he couldn't speak a word.

The broker struggled to sit up, but his body refused to listen to him, and the broker could only twist his body feebly.Later, the man lifted the broker up and let the broker rest on his chest.

The broker felt a little uncomfortable, because he didn't mean it in the first place, but for some reason, listening to the man's heartbeat, he didn't feel as uncomfortable as before. There was some wind echoing, like the call of the sand.

In the next few days, the broker woke up, or saw the man wet his lips with water, or the man was walking in the desert with him on his back.The broker lay on the man's body, listening to the man's steady breathing.

The broker's throat was still very dry, he coughed a few times, and asked with all his strength, "Who... are you?"

The man was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and there was an obvious pause in his steps, but he still didn't answer anything. The broker's consciousness became more and more blurred, and he could only hear the sound of the man's footsteps walking on the sand like an echo.

The broker's body was already so weak that he couldn't even lift his eyelids. When a person is about to die, he is always very fragile. The broker's face was leaning on the man's shoulder, and tears suddenly fell. The broker said, "We will die. Is it?" Like a helpless child, he unconsciously began to chant, with regret and sadness, as if he wanted to tell all the wrong things he had done, so that even the candy he ate when he was a child Snacks are also considered a sin in an attempt to be forgiven.

The man has been listening quietly, his steady breathing has never changed.

But the broker's body was too weak, and he fell asleep again without saying a few words.

At night, the broker had a dream.

In the dream, the night sky in the desert is endless, full of stars, a crescent moon hangs lightly, and a cluster of bonfires are burning rapidly.

In the dream, the Central Plains man unbuttoned his pocket and hugged the broker.The broker found it unbelievable, but the feeling in the dream was so real.The broker kissed the man, who responded tenderly.Qingsi slipped, and asked softly, "If we can live, will you be with me?"

The man did not speak as usual, but smiled and smiled at the broker with a pair of smiling eyes, but the broker felt in a trance that there was sadness and desolation in that smile.

The broker was inexplicably annoyed at the silence. He used a knife to cut a cross scar on the man's shoulder. The blood flowed out. The broker sucked it gently with his mouth. The broker said, "It is said that people in the Central Plains are the most cunning. I will carve this scar on your body. Even if you really lied to me, I won't suffer."

Later, the broker was so tired that he fell asleep without knowing it.

When Broker woke up the next day, he saw some people around him watching him. Seeing that Broker had woken up, those border residents told Broker that he was alone in the desert and was rescued by passing border residents.

The broker looked around in panic and found that there was no one around him.

The border man said, "This is not the Western Region, but the border of Daye. You have already arrived at Daye." After hearing this, the broker couldn't believe it, and the broker asked again, "Then have you ever seen someone walking with me? That person is a man , A pair of eyes are very beautiful."

After hearing this, the border residents looked at each other and shook their heads. They only said that when they saw the broker, the broker was lying alone in the sea of ​​sand, surrounded by a pile of extinguished bonfires and scattered luggage all over the floor.

If there is anything special, it is a white porcelain next to the broker, even in the dark, it seems to be radiant, not like ordinary things.

The broker's eyes have always been vicious, but now he is thinking of the person in his dream, feeling lost, even if he is praised, he has no thought of responding.

Later, the broker came to Chang'an, and presented all the porcelain from the Western Regions to the palace, adding honor to him.

But there are gains and losses in everything. After many years, the broker has not found the person in his dream.

The broker also fantasized about whether he had met a ghost or not, but he traveled to and from the Western Regions several times, but he never met the former man.

It all happened so suddenly, like a dream that didn't exist.

Later, the broker went to be a guest at Prince Rui's mansion. Halfway through the banquet, the broker went out for a walk in a drunken haze, but he seemed to see that man in the attic. eyes, but saw that the man turned to leave.

The broker chased after him, but lost his way in King Rui's mansion. An old man sweeping the floor asked the broker, and the broker informed him of his name.

The old man smiled, "I remember you, you are the businessman who speculated many years ago." The old man said again, "You have a unique vision, and most of the products you present are genuine, and among all the porcelains, only one white porcelain is the most spiritual. It’s a pity to be able to communicate with people, but there is a cross scratch on the neck of the white porcelain bottle, which was considered inferior in the palace and was given to the heir of the Rui family as a toy.”

The broker was shocked when he heard that, he thought of his wayward behavior that night, and the man's hesitant expression, knowing that the person he met was just that white porcelain.

Later, the broker returned to the banquet and asked the prince to give back the white porcelain. The prince sat on the chair, shook his fan smartly, and said to King Yu disdainfully, "Uncle, uncle, look at this servant. I personally gave it to you many years ago. Don’t you think it’s abominable for someone else’s stuff to have the face to take it back again?”

King Yu's complexion was green at first, then white, and finally softened as discouraged. King Yu said, "It's just an unintentional mistake."

The prince was full of mockery, "Since uncle has already begged for you, Prince Rui's residence is not bad for this broken bottle!"

The broker once again saw the white porcelain he had found from the sea of ​​sand. The white porcelain was placed in a wooden box with a seal on it.

"Scratches may not be a big deal, but as an evildoer, you must not stay in the palace. The emperor suppressed King Rui back then, and this was just a bargaining chip." The old man who swept the floor was holding a dead vine in his hand. The old man said to the broker, "The eldest son and the crown prince have a very good year, and now King Yu is speaking for you again, although that sentence may not be for you, but he will definitely not let you go, so you can do it yourself. "

Soon after, Chang'an really mutinied.

Fortunately, the broker had listened to the old man's words early on, sold his property, and returned to the Western Regions.

The broker looked at the vast desert, and said to Baici, "I took you away from here more than ten years ago, but now I bring you back." The broker felt a little guilty, and asked Baici, "All these years, have you Ever hated me?"

Bai Ci smiled softly, "The days to come are so long, if you carry hatred, how can you live well?"

After hearing this, the broker was full of intimidation. He held Baici's hand, "Let's go home."

"kindness."

The author has something to say:

I found that I am getting shorter and shorter... No, I will be thicker and longer next time~~

By the way, the following chapters have actually been determined, but the order of some stories cannot be changed because they are related.

Ah, I'm still a little excited when I think that I'm going to abuse this little bitch, King Yu later?