(This article is adapted from "The Story of Me and the Little White Dragon", original author: myself.) ）

"Hey, what are you doing?" A little boy shouted.

There is a little boy on the beach, who is concentrating on piling up sand sculptures (this sand sculpture is not another sand sculpture).

"Hey, call you." The little boy who came over seemed very upset, and rushed up quickly, kicking the castle made of sand in front of the little boy.

The castle was scattered all over the place, and it was restored to its scattered appearance.

The little boy who was squatting was not angry, just patted the sand in his hand and left.

The next day, the little boy saw the little boy who had piled up the castle again.

He shouted again, "Hey..."

The little boy turned around, glanced at him, and continued to pile up his castle.

The little boy who came from behind kicked the sand again.

The little boy still did not speak, and chose to leave quietly.

On the third day, the little boy who had piled up the castle was still doing the same thing at the same time and in the same place.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" The little boy stopped kicking the pile of sand away, chose to crouch in front of him, and asked, this is a child's curiosity.

The little boy with the castle finally responded, "I'm building a castle of mine." ”

"Can this pile of loose sand be built into a castle?" The little boy didn't believe it and even thought he was a fool.

"Hey, where are you from?"

The little boy of the castle pointed to the north, where the sea was boundless, and then did not speak for a long time.

"I'm from Longquan Bay, why haven't I seen you before?"

"Have you seen all of them?" The little boy asked nonchalantly.

"I've seen all of them." The little boy replied earnestly.

The little boy looked up and saw a pair of clear eyes, wide and wide, as if to say that their owner was not lying.

"I grew up here since I was a child, and I have eaten from Mrs. Wang's house at the head of the village to Village Chief Zhang's house at the end of the village." The little boy didn't say it, but the little boy heard it, he was a man who grew up eating a hundred family meals.

The little boy suddenly didn't know what to say, so he had to continue to get busy with the work at hand.

The little boy also sat down and helped out.

But the little boy had no talent, but helped more and more, so the little boy left again.

"Will you come back tomorrow?" The little boy asked.

The little boy didn't answer, just kept walking, it was the location of the sea, the little boy didn't know where the little boy was going, but he knew that there was no way to go, the little boy finally disappeared from sight, and the little boy went home, he didn't tell anyone about it.

Day 4.

The little boy arrived at the beach early in the morning and waited for the man who was piling sand.

"Don't you have anything to do?" The little boy came and saw the little boy in a daze on the beach.

"The adults are busy going to sea, the children are afraid of me, and I don't seem to have any friends." The little boy showed a smile, but it was a little stiff, as if he had to face it with a smile because of how much grievance he had.

"It's ugly." The little boy said unceremoniously.

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" The little boy asked suddenly.

"Why should I be afraid of you?" The little boy replied.

"Then why are they afraid of me?"

"Then why don't you ask them?"

The little boy seemed to have finally made a castle out of sand, looked at it and pushed it with his own hands, and the pile of sand was still sand.

"Why destroy him when it's already been built?" The little boy didn't understand.

"They're just sand." The little boy explained.

"So what's the point of what you're doing?"

"Why does everything have to be meaningful?"

yes, why should everything be meaningful, the little boy asked himself.

Day 5.

"It's raining, he probably won't go." The little boy stood at the window and muttered to himself, but his eyes were always looking into the distance, which was the location of the beach.

"That fool might really go—" The little boy took a certain rain hat from the room, and then took another umbrella and walked to the beach.

The little boy was still sitting on the beach, piling up sand, but the rain was so heavy that it was often washed away as soon as it was piled up a little.

The little boy ran over, opened the umbrella and said, "You still come out in such heavy rain." ”

"Aren't you too?"

The little boy was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say that he had come out because he was worried about him.

"Let's go back quickly." The little boy said.

"What about you?" The little boy asked rhetorically, if it weren't for you, who would have run out on a rainy day.

"I'll go back." The little boy watched the sand be scattered by the rain again and finally decided to give up.

"The umbrella is for you!" The little boy handed the umbrella in his hand.

"No need." The little boy didn't pick up.

"I have a rain hat." The little boy handed the umbrella forward again.

"No need."

The little boy said no more, and got up to leave, and the little boy stomped his foot, but still did not follow.

Day 6.

"Why didn't you want an umbrella yesterday?" The little boy asked.

"The clothes are already wet, what's the use of an umbrella."

"It can keep out the rain."

"You hit the umbrella, didn't you still block it?"

"But I've blocked out most of the rain."

"So my clothes are still completely soaked."

Yes, when I got home, I found that my clothes were all wet, so did the umbrella really work?

Day 7.

The little boy first said, "I won't come again." ”

"Why?" The little boy came to see the little boy with joy, but he didn't expect that the first thing he said was parting.

"There's no why, it's not going to come again, it's not going to come again." The little boy still didn't explain, he always didn't like to explain.

"Will we ever see each other again?" The little boy asked, this was his first friend.

The little boy thought for a moment and spoke.

"I don't know."

"Then we agreed that we would meet again in the future."

"If that mountain is full of flowers, I'll come back to you." The boy pointed to the smooth hillside, which was full of rocks, and not even the most tenacious weeds had grown.

That year, there was a big battle between the Nine Clans for some reason, Longquan Bay was also destroyed, and all the people moved away.

I don't know how long it has been, but when someone stepped on the land of Longquan Bay again, they all saw this sea of flowers.

Some people say that Longquan Bay is the place where the dragons and the sea tribe fought.

It is also said that Longquan Bay is the place where the Sea Tribes and the Terrans are at war.

Some people even say that Longquan Bay is the place where dragons and humans are at war.

But no matter what is said, that year, Longquan Bay experienced a big war.

(I originally wanted to write a love story, but in the end it was written like this, this is the last stubbornness of a single dog, you should cherish it.) ）