Seven Nights Dream

8. The third night

Quan Zhilong fell asleep with that wooden sign again, it was after his album was sold out and he got a new girlfriend, he drank a little too much when he was full of ambitions, and fell asleep holding it.

This time, the path was full of spring flowers. Walking along that path, I soon met the colorful sparrow leading the way.

They came all the way to the bamboo building they had been to before, but they didn't see the girl they had seen before.

"Little cutie, where's your master?" He teased the sparrow sitting on his finger.

Caique has always maintained Shenque's face in front of outsiders, and she doesn't have the convulsions when she is around Jiang Anyang.

At this time, Jiang Anyang was being buried in the pile of books by the exercises, and he disliked it being in the way, and had left it in God's Domain for several months.

Cai Que is lonely and bored, and welcomes Quan Zhilong very much.

It "chirped", tilted its head and thought for a while, turned its small black bean-like eyes, flapped its little wings, and went to the small bamboo building with his sleeve in its mouth.

Quan Zhilong followed it curiously, letting it lead him in.

The inside of the bamboo building is very small, and it can be seen at a glance.The furnishings inside are very simple, a small table, two futons, and a tea tray on the bamboo coffee table, which contains a whole set of tea sets, which are exactly the ones that the girl in front invited him to drink tea with.

There is a painting on the wall opposite the door, which depicts a stunning beauty in a strange green robe, and there are three pillars of incense sticks in front of the painting.

When he got closer and took a closer look, he found that the beauty's appearance was faintly familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he turned out to be a bit similar to the girl he met before!

As he thought about it, his expression became a little weird.

With two similar faces, how can one be so beautiful, while the other is as ordinary as a passer-by?

He laughed softly, his eyes slipped across the lower corner of the painting inadvertently, and found a line of small ink characters there, two of which were very similar to the characters on the wooden sign in his hand.

"Chirp!" The sparrow flew around him, and finally landed on the kettle on the tea tray.

"What?" Quan Zhilong's eyes were attracted by it.

"Chirp!" it hopped on the handle of the kettle.

Quan Zhilong walked over, looked at its small black bean eyes, and then picked up the kettle. "Nothing"

"Chirp!" It screamed joyfully, and flew out.

"Hey, wait!" Quan Zhilong hurriedly followed it.

The colorful bird didn't fly very far, it just stopped by the square well in the courtyard.

"You brought me to the well to drink water?" Quan Zhilong asked, pointing to the square well.

Caique walked around the square well and pecked at the kettle he brought out, while Little Black Dou looked at him with wide eyes.

"Well... you want me to use this to hold water?" Quan Zhilong pointed at the kettle and guessed.

"Chirp!" Seeing that he understood, Caique happily circled around him.

Quan Zhilong thought it was interesting that the bird was psychic, so he followed it with a good temper, and filled a pot of water with his hands. "Then what"

Caique led him back into the house, crawled under the table, and chirped.

Quan Zhilong put down the water bottle in his hand, squatted down to look at it.I saw it standing on a small wooden box, and when he saw him looking over, it bounced vigorously on it a few times.

"You want me to take it out?" Quan Zhilong muttered as he took out the box. "What?"

After speaking, he opened the lid, but was surprised to see that there was only a small red clay stove in the exquisitely crafted box.

"Chirp!" The colorful sparrow pecked at the teapot first, and then flew to the small stove.

"Put it up?" Quan Zhilong quickly understood what it meant after playing guessing for so long.

"Chirp!" Caique chirped happily.

Quan Zhilong picked up the teapot and put it on the small stove, and then saw the colorful sparrow soaring into the air, with its small red mouth slightly opened, spit out a small flame and flew into the small stove.The small flame burned bigger and bigger in the stove, and the teapot boiled water after a while, gurgling and steaming.

"Huh?!" Quan Zhilong was a little surprised, patted Caique on the head, and praised it: "It's amazing!"

"Chirp!" Caique was proud.Seeing that the water was boiling, he let out a happy cry, spread his wings and rushed out like lightning, and came back with something in his mouth after a while.

It wasn't until it flew close to Quan Zhilong that he saw clearly that what it held in its mouth was a small grass shining with purple streamer.

Its small body stood on the tea tray of the small table, and threw the grass in its mouth into the small teapot used for making tea.

"Chirp!" it called to him.

"Make tea?" Quan Zhilong guessed.

"Chirp!" Its little head became anxious.

"Okay." Quan Zhilong poured the boiling water from the kettle into the small teapot, and he smelled a quiet fragrance.

This time, Caique didn't need to remind him, Quan Zhilong naturally knew that the cup was scalded, he first poured a cup for himself, and then poured another cup for the irritated bird opposite.

He took a sip, and felt that the fragrance was pleasant, the bitterness returned to sweetness, and the refreshment of the heart and spleen reduced the trance feeling of being in a dream.

"En... delicious!" Quan Zhilong savored the real and honest taste, almost forgot that it was in a dream, and couldn't help admiring.

"Chirp!" Caique sang proudly, pecking at the tea in the cup.

One person and one bird quickly drank the whole pot, and they both still had some unfinished tastes.

The hundred-year-old Zizhi fairy grass is a treasure that grows in the water source of Qingxi, and eating it can strengthen the soul.

This thing is very rare, and with the character of its owner, Caique would not have the guts to steal another one to make tea.

Then, the tea is finished, mortals shouldn't stay in God's Domain, and it should be sent home.

"Chirp!" It jumped onto Quan Zhilong's shoulder and rubbed his cheek. "Hah..."

"What's wrong?" Quan Zhilong was puzzled.

"Chirp!" It spread its wings and flew up, grabbed his sleeve and pulled it, then flew over there.

Quan Zhilong followed it to the bridge, and touched the bird that stopped in front of him. "I should go back"

"Chirp!" Caique reluctantly rubbed her head against his finger, knowing that if he left, it would be alone again.

It flew low, skimmed over the flowers and grass beside the square well, picked up a blue flower, and then sent it to Quan Zhilong.

"For me?" Quan Zhilong took the flower, sniffed it lightly, and showed his face slightly.

"Chirp!" The flower-giving bird chirped, as if shy, and suddenly disappeared.

"Hey..." Quan Zhilong was in a state of surprise, when suddenly clouds and mist surged in front of his eyes, and he felt weightless under his feet, and he suddenly got up from the bed.

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☆, wandering around

"Oba..." The girl has cat-like eyes, and she blinks charmingly.

"This is so special!" What she held in her hand was a turquoise gemstone chain, with an exquisite and elegant shape, and the color of the gemstones on it was also very transparent.

"Well, it's quite special." Quan Zhilong doesn't have a preference for this style, but it can be seen that his girlfriend likes it, so he can only give a fair evaluation.

"Miss, good eyesight!" The lady at the counter introduced: "This chain is called 踯躅, which was designed by the designer based on a very ancient legend. The pattern on the bracelet is the legendary Qingbi that can keep your lover It is said that as long as lovers see this flower, they will be happy for a long time."

"Really?" The girl looked a little moved, and looked at Quan Zhilong with blinking cat eyes.

"Buy it if you like it." Quan Zhilong patted her head amusedly, and handed the card to the lady at the counter.

"Oba, help me put it on!" The girl handed him the chain in her hand.

"En." Quan Zhilong took the hand and was about to tie it on her, but he was stunned when he saw the blue flowers on the chain.

The little flower is half stretched and half curled up, like a butterfly about to fly, and the flower is as clear as glass.

Its appearance is exactly the same as the blue flower that the sparrow gave him a year and a half ago from his dream.

"You just said, what's its name?" Quan Zhilong carefully fastened the chain to his girlfriend, seeming to inquire with interest.

"It's wandering around." A pleasant voice interrupted.

Quan Zhilong turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a neat short-haired beauty walking towards them, with elegant movements and mysterious temperament, just like a noble Persian cat.

"Designer Park." The lady at the counter saw the other party and quickly saluted the other party.

The woman nodded to the lady at the counter, then stretched out her hand and said, "I am Park Minzhu, the designer who wanders around. I hope my work can satisfy Mr. Quan and Miss Quan."

"Hi, I'm G-dragon, nice to meet you, Miss Park." Quan Zhilong took her hand. "Is it convenient for me to talk to you?" Maybe it was too abrupt, he held the hand of the girl next to him, and added: "My girlfriend likes your design very much."

The girl's complexion was not good-looking, but she forced a smile and invited, "I hope I can talk to you."

Park Minzhu didn't care about the other party's reluctance, smiled at Quan Zhilong, and readily agreed to the date.

The three of them came to a nearby coffee shop all the way, and each asked for something to drink. After several courtesies, they finally ushered in what Quan Zhilong wanted to hear.

"This idea actually came from my dream." Rubbing the exquisite coffee cup, Park Minzhu talked about it carefully.

"About half a year ago, I fell into a bottleneck period. My whole body was in great pain and I often couldn't sleep at night. Then for a while, I started to have some very long dreams, and the things I experienced in the dreams were forgotten after waking up." She Sighed and smiled. "However, after waking up from the dream, my mood calmed down a lot. It should be a beautiful dream, but unfortunately I don't quite remember it. Later, I tried to use the elements in the dream to create, and one of them is this wandering."

"What about that story?" Quan Zhilong pretended to be curious. "Why is it called wandering?"

"Oh, that." Park Minzhu laughed, and then said: "That is a very beautiful Chinese legend. It is said that a girl died before she was married and became the guardian goddess of a river. She lived very lonely, so she became Become a beautiful girl, and then fall in love with a scholar. But a fairy is not allowed to be with a mortal, if they want to be together, the scholar will die. The fairy does not want the scholar to die, so she can only send her lover away with tears in her eyes. Before the scholar left, a flower bloomed by the river guarded by the fairy. She picked it and gave it to the scholar, and named the flower "踯荅". In Chinese, it has the meaning of retention. In the legend The deer flower, which blooms in the blessed land of the gods, will never wither once picked, which symbolizes the pure love of the fairy to the scholar."

Quan Zhilong stirred the coffee in the cup, listened intently, there was some weird look in his usually sharp eyes, but he didn't say a word.

"What, it sounds like a fairy tale." After hearing the story, the girl muttered while looking at the bracelet on her hand.

"En." Park Minzhu nodded, and responded, "This is a fairy tale, about the legend of Miss Qingxi."

"Miss Qingxi?" Quan Zhilong couldn't help touching the small wooden sign hanging in his clothes.

"It's the Tang poem we've learned: The life of a goddess is a dream, and my sister-in-law lives in a place where there is no man. The 'sister-in-law' in the back refers to this goddess, Qingxi sister-in-law Jiang Sanmei." Park Minzhu explained, taking a sip of coffee.

"Jiang Sanmei?" The girl snorted, "What kind of weird name?"

"That's not her name." Park Minzhu smiled lightly. "In ancient China, women's names could not be passed on to outsiders, but because her surname was Jiang, she was the third in the family, so everyone called her 'Three Sisters'."

"Designer Park seems to have a lot of research on Chinese culture." Quan Zhilong was a little curious.

"It's not much research." Park Minzhu shrugged. "I'm a Chinese-Korean mixed race, and I lived in a Chinese grandmother's house for a while, so I know a little bit."

"What a mixed race!" Quan Zhilong expressed his understanding.

"Well, my grandmother's family lives in Nanjing. The legendary Qingxi where the goddess is located is in Nanjing City. There is also a statue of Aunt Qingxi in the Zhongshan Temple in Nanjing." Pu Minzhu's eyes were a little blurred, and she Looking at him with a slight smile, fingers crossed. "I don't know why, but when I saw Quan Zhilongxi, I felt very kind, so I wanted to talk to you about these things."

Her appearance was not ordinary, Quan Zhilong couldn't help but feel a little moved. "You are so kind and I really appreciate you sharing this."

"It's just as long as you like to listen." Park Minzhu raised her hand to shake her hair, and a sweet smile appeared on the corners of her lips.She looked at the time in her hand and owed them both. "It's getting late, I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

"Please go slowly." Quan Zhilong pulled his girlfriend and said goodbye to her.

After such an incident, neither of them had the desire to go shopping anymore, and after dinner, they both went back hand in hand.

After Yi Ying finished washing, he was sitting at the desk, and Quan Zhilong was holding a delicate wooden box in his hand.Gently push open the lid, an ethereal fragrance hits, and the green flowers bloom quietly inside the box, like a period of still time.

"Once picked, it will never wither..." He murmured softly, and couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch the center of his eyebrows.

Since this flower was brought back from the dream half a year ago, it has been in full bloom like this. It is extremely beautiful and full of fragrance, and it has no intention of withering at all.

He opened his collar, took off the wooden plaque worn by the red thread in his Tibetan clothes, thought for a while, and finally held it in his hand.

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