The green gauze tent, the bright moon window, next to the painting screen, the white bones sizzled. The yellow spring water rippled, and the dry bones were dyed jade.

On this rainy night, who knew that Yao Lang had come to Jiangyang, and who knew that he had quietly lost his life?

The wind blew through the threshold, and I sat on the white velvet blanket. His mind kept drifting away, but his body shivered one after another.

sighed slightly, this order is not easy. After packing up the incense utensils a little, I walked out with the incense box in my arms.

The rain in Jiangyang stopped, and people on the road gradually walked.

At the beginning of the sun after the rain, the rainbow light reflects the sky like a dream.

I shook the copper bell, but Meng Jiu didn't respond. While he was thinking, a green smoke rose from the flat ground.

When I looked at it, I didn't shake it out, and the delicate and lovely Meng wine. But it shook out, a treacherous calf.

Niu Er raised his head, a pair of copper bells with big eyes, and turned restlessly.

Suddenly, the corners of its mouth cracked, and it smiled at me obscenely: "The wine girl is busy with official business, and she can't pull away at this time, so ask me to come and go first."

I lowered my eyes, "Is she going to plague the Nether Spring again?"

"Huh? Your Excellency is true, and you are like a god,"

Niu Er opened his mouth wide and gave a thumbs up, revealing a face full of surprise.

I twitched the corner of my mouth, and the recent painting style of Difu became more and more incomprehensible.

"Get it back quickly, weave a dream,"

"Adults want to weave dreams too?" Niu Er asked gossipingly, "I don't know which Lang Jun ......?"

I glanced at it, "It's a young lady,"

Niu Er touched his nose and said cheekily: "That's nothing, Miss Childe, it's not all the same." Our prefecture doesn't pay attention to those red tapes.

"Go and come back," I was stunned, and then I raised my foot and made a gesture to kick it.

Niu Er smeared oil on the soles of his feet and rolled out in a slippery manner.

I lay on the sandalwood table and drew another "weaving shuttle dream".

This weaving shuttle is a dream, also called weaving dream shuttle. It was one of the congratulatory gifts that the god of the sea sent me when I entered the Netherworld.

It is said that behind the weaving dream shuttle, there is a very poignant love book. In the long course of time, this story has also been deduced in countless different versions. But only the following one is the most widely spread.

It is rumored that there is a god living above the eighteen heavens. He has a pair of beautiful, charming eyes.

When he opened his eyes, it was like a midsummer night, with stars hanging in the sky.

When he closed his eyes, it was like a dream of spring, and everything in the world was about to wake up.

One day, however, these eyes lost their light.

Because, in his pupils, the face of a girl was reflected.

It was an ordinary girl, and she didn't necessarily look good, at most she barely managed to be middle-class.

Every day she sat by the small window, reverently closed her weak hands, and begged the gods of the nine heavens to grant her a wonderful dream.

Strange, weird, so weird.

Her voice is always soft and soft, and she inadvertently ignores the past. By the time he noticed her, she had been praying silently for years.

He listened to her prayers, but laughed out loud.

Obviously, her eyes were blind.

But also, begging for an ethereal dream.

For the umpteenth time, he blew across her face and attached it to her pale ears.

Persuaded: "It's useless, give up, God won't, meddle in the world's mortal spirits,"

But as if she couldn't hear, she continued to pray day after day.

And he sat in the temple, and it looked like a year. So, he knew, this girl's name was Curtain Meng.

The curtain rolls in the west wind, floating like a dream.

This girl has never had a dream of her own.

Curtain dream, curtain dream, curtain no dream.

The girl called Dream has never had a dream.

He sat in the main hall and lowered his eyelids, his eyes full of pity. So, he took out a rib from his body and made a dream of weaving a shuttle.

Like a dream, like a dream.

God's blood and bones are so precious.

When the bone is removed, it hurts so much.

When he woke up from the main hall, the world had already changed three springs and winters.

On that day, there were no stars in the dark night.

He stepped softly through her small wooden window and walked straight to her bed.

Take out the shuttle that is still carrying, bloody and dreamy. Gentle as water, weave a brilliant dream for her.

Curtain dream, curtain dream, a curtain dream.

The curtain brushed her face, and she lay quietly on the carved bed. Raising the corners of her lips, she smiled like spring.

If there is one dream, there will be two. If there are two dreams, there will be three. If there are three dreams, they will be endless.

Night and night, God weaved 1,396 dreams.

On that day, the warm sun shone on the water, gilding it with a layer of golden light.

She held a flower cat and sat quietly on the stone in front of the door.

Raising her head slightly, she said, "Brother Shepherd Boy,"

"I listened to your flute, but it was like seeing a dream. I got up and wanted to chase after it, but I couldn't see it clearly. ”

God put down his flute and pondered.

Her body was already dyed with the breath of God. Presumably, it will not be long before a dream of weaving shuttles will be useless.

Thinking like this, I didn't feel sorry for her, and I was happy for her.

After three months, God fulfilled his wish. Back to the main hall. Sit where you were and continue to listen to everything.

Weaving a dream, fiddling with his hands, his eyelashes flickering and fluttering. He thought that she could finally have a good dream every day.

He came quietly and departed quietly.

But I didn't know that it was dyed with his breath.

He and her, from then on, began a tragedy.

A few years later, she was sitting by the small window again.

Hands folded reverently, asking the gods of heaven. Give her another sweet dream, in which his figure can be reflected.

Listening to her prayers, he laughed in the main hall. People's hearts are really greedy, and even she is not immune.

So he closed his eyes and fell asleep in the temple. When he woke up leisurely, five more springs and winters had passed in the world.

She still sat by the small window, her hands folded and her voice soft. It's just the lines of the whole body, like autumn leaves swaying in the wind.

God lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment.

After all, it was decided to weave another dream for her.

Weaving Shuttle's dream turned around, and he shone into the girl's dream. The shadow of the phantom purple flower adorned his plain robe. He tilted his head sideways, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, like a spring breeze and rain.

She covered her mouth, tears burning her cheeks. Startled, he took a few steps back, but suddenly rushed forward.

It's a big fla, it's a big piece of dreams. Like an old city wall, it can't compete with the mottling of time.

The corners of God's mouth went down blue. The purple moon dagger on his chest was still bubbling with black gas.

The girl sat on the ground.

Scared, but secretly happy.

He heard her say, "Great, you're finally going to die,"

God weaved a dream, and this dream trapped him.

The Moon Demon suddenly appeared in front of him.

He saw it with a fierce and greedy gaze.

The girl, groping her way to its feet.

She knelt on the ground, folded her hands, and spoke reverently.

"God-sama, I caught this monster,"

"Please, don't let it get better,"

"With its blood and bones, I will pay tribute to my shepherd boy brother,"

Purple Moon, Moon Demon, no wonder, no wonder.

The Moon Demon kicked at will, and the girl flew dozens of meters.

It cracked the corners of its mouth: "Haha~ Haha, a god of bullshit." Your shepherd boy brother is about to die in the dagger you stabbed,"

The girl's face turned white in an instant.

The god moved his lips and didn't say a word, just sighed.

After all, this incident started because of himself.

He used all his divine power to send the girl out of the dream.

A heavenly fire rises from the ground. Tongues of fire quickly rolled up and climbed up his body.

He burned himself, and there was no blood left, and there was no possibility of life.

Since then, weaving a dream, silent in the dust.