The author of the first volume: Hookah, related to other works "Revisiting the Peach Spring".

He has been here to tell stories for half a year, and the people in the village love to hear him tell the story of the flower demon, especially the little girls who are still waiting to be written.

Maidens always love to marry, and he told them that if they wanted to marry, they would write their wishes on red silk, and hang them on the withered tree behind him, and their wishes might come true.

After all, the withering feels bad, and besides, this peach tree bleeds every year on the winter solstice, which looks weird, and many people don't believe him.

However, a few bold girls went to hang the red silk with the mentality of giving it a try, and they all slowly realized. If you want to have a good family, you have it. Those who want to marry Ruyi Langjun are also married.

Gradually, this tree became the sacred tree of marriage in the village. He smiled with satisfaction, touching the rough branches, his eyes moistening a little.

You like to be lively, you like to listen to stories, you like to help people, and I have done it for you. When will you wake up?

It was after lunch, and there were many people sitting in front of the stall, all waiting for him to speak.

"When will you start telling books, sir?" asked a young girl.

"This is where it begins. He smiled lightly, "I'm going to tell you a story about the bamboo demon today." ”

"Bamboo, don't you mean flower demons?" someone wondered.

"Bamboo, too, blooms!" he sighed.

"That's right! that's a curiosity to look forward to!" the girl laughed.

He was about to start, but was caught by a red figure. It was a very beautiful girl, with ivory white skin, obsidian deep and beautiful eyes, and delicate red lips. The stark contrast makes her whole person look vivid and brilliant.

She swayed when she walked, and she became a kind of unique charm. Such a bewitching beauty is not like the world, but there is a deep sorrow between her eyebrows.

She looked at this place with an indifferent expression, and then found a random seat to sit down. She sat in a very corner place, and because of the inconvenience of listening to books, few people sat there, and few people noticed her.

The people who will sit in that position often have a story. It is often the one who can provide him with a story.

"It is said that a thousand years ago, there was a bamboo forest outside Chang'an, and there was a bamboo in the bamboo forest that became a fine ......."

She asked him, why did he give her heart?

The bamboo is heartless, unhappy and painful. Chu Xingyun gave her happiness, but it also brought her devastating pain.

However, when the man wanted to answer her, he found that he could no longer find her, and only saw that the bamboos in the forest were blooming......

"That's all for today, come back tomorrow!" he smiled and carefully packed his things.

After packing up his things, he was about to turn around and leave, but found the girl in red lying there asleep.

"Girl, wake up, it's getting dark. ”

He woke her up, she looked up, rubbed her sleepy eyes and smiled, "My name is Naihe, and I want to spend a few nights at my husband's house." ”

He was stunned and was about to speak.

She smiled again: "I know, a story, a story about me. ”

He could see her true body at a glance, but it was a bewitching red flower in the underworld. He could also see her story at a glance, it was a long story, a story that lasted for thousands of years and still had no result.

He can see through the beginning, he can see through the process, but he can't see through their hearts. So he prefers to hear them tell him in person, and he can guess their emotions by their eyes, tone, and expression.

Only by experiencing their love can he tell the story more vividly.

She lived in the hut where he lived temporarily, and she told him her story.

"Sir should know, I was a ......"

She was originally a flower on the bank of the Lechuan River and in front of the Sansheng Stone, also known as Manzhu Shahua.

It had been so long that she couldn't remember when, it seemed like a thousand years ago, when she had first gained spiritual consciousness and was slowly waking up little by little.

She had just been repaired to a human form, and the moment she opened her eyes, she saw him.

He took a small boat to drift on the Lechuan River, with a fluttering green shirt and elegant appearance. Instead, she could feel that his eyes were misty. It's as if I'm looking at something intently, but I don't see anything in my eyes.

It was the first person she had ever met, and she thought it was a wonderful relationship. She didn't know how to describe the feeling at that time, as if she had met someone somewhere, but she felt very strange.

It's just that this man is very good-looking, his sword eyebrows are like ink paintings, and his starry eyes are shining, so she can't help but take a few more looks.

The boat slowly passed in front of her, and he looked up to see her. The moment they met, she smiled at him.

This smile was so simple and beautiful, it made him feel like he was in a trance for a while. He bowed slightly at her and smiled.

She was stunned, his smile was very pure, but his eyes were too deep. Obviously looking at her, she felt that he was looking at other people's shadows through her.

This man was so strange, this was her first impression of him.

The first time he met her, he left each other with the feeling of being just a passing by.

His figure faded before her eyes, but his singing voice faintly reached her ears.

"It's been a thousand years since Farewell Qing, and I have been thinking about it for a long time. The smile is still there, and the face is clear in front of you. I wanted to stay with Qing Chang, and I was isolated from yin and yang. What can I do, what can I do, Qing Du's soul flies and I am in empty love......"

She didn't really understand it, but the song was too cold and desolate, which made her heart hurt.

She thought that she would never cross paths with him again. What she doesn't know is that in a person's life, there are countless hurried passers-by, and those who can leave an impression are often regulars. The life of a demon is even longer, and it is even more so.

She was impressed by him at a glance.

Later, she realized that there were some bad fates, and a glance was enough to plant them. It's just that by the time she realized it, it was already too late.

Many times she would wonder if the first person she saw was not him, wouldn't she have come to this point?

"Sleep, it's getting late. ”

Just as she was in a trance, the storyteller whispered to her.

She was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Isn't Sir going to listen to the story?"

"Let's talk a little bit every day! Today's accommodation fee is over, so let's rest, girl!"

The storyteller cleaned up the room he didn't use for her, and then went back to sleep himself. He always goes to bed early, but wakes up late. Because he wanted to meet his Ruojing in his dreams as soon as possible, he was always reluctant to part with her.

And she didn't sleep all night.

She didn't dare to sleep anymore because she couldn't sleep anymore. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could see his face, the one she never wanted to see again.

He had ever been the most beautiful being to her. It's just that some things, the more beautiful they are, the more cruel they are.