Kuroko had a very strange dream.

He dreamed that he had picked up a blue and white porcelain pillow, and in the pillow lived a little vixen as beautiful as a fairy, and he took the little vixen around, but he accidentally angered the wicked, and the wicked man came to the house, and his parents were killed, and finally the little vixen helped him block the sword of the wicked, and he cried out in sorrow, and then ............

He opened his eyes and looked at the roof of the mosquito net, which had a thin layer of dust.

Outside the house, birds chirped, the shadows of the trees swayed softly, and it was another dull morning.

A few rays of sunlight slanted in through the cracks in the windows, casting dappled light and shadow on the earthen walls of the room. Kuroko watched in a daze as the dust in the pillar of light slowly rose and rolled, and his head seemed to be a sticky paste.

He struggled to recall the dream. But everything in the dream was like the other side of the river on a foggy day, and he stood on this side of the riverbank, looking at it from a distance, the figures were full of people, and the mountains and rivers were hazy.

"Hmm......" Kuroko shook his head and sat down at the head of the bed groggily. His dark face seemed to be a little lost, and he felt empty in his heart inexplicably.

By noon, with a scroll still pinned to his waist, he went out to graze in the field with the shepherd boys in the village. When Ah Huang was left behind the grazing team, he hesitantly walked beside Ah Huang, and then told Ah Huang about his strange dreams.

"Kuroko, you said you dreamed of a fairy?" After listening to Kuroko's babbling for a long time, Ah Huang only remembered this.

"Sort of, sort of. Actually, she's a fox ......" Kuroko hung his head, expecting Ai Ai's answer.

"Tell me more about it, tell me what that fairy looks like?" the yellow monkey interrupted the sunspot anxiously, and the freckles on the tip of his nose seemed to jump with joy.

"I ......"

"Say it quickly!"

"I, I can't remember......" Kuroko's head hung lower.

"You, you...... Hmph!" I looked forward to it for a long time, but what I waited for was such a dry sentence, and the excitement on Ah Huang's face immediately turned into anger. He stepped forward quickly, and whipped the old scalper's ass a few times, not wanting to pay any more attention to the black fellow.

"Moo......" The innocent old scalper turned his head, and his copper bell-like eyes glared at the sunspot, as if to say: Look, it's because of you, a stupid boy.

Looking at Ah Huang's figure blending into the grazing crowd, Heizi picked his head helplessly and walked slowly at the end of the line.

Ah Huang must have taken his dream as a joke, and then told it to the other shepherd boys. When he reached the grassy slope where he was grazing, Kuroko sat by and read a book, and the other shepherd boys were pointing to his back and snickering.

Among them, Ah Huang is the most excessive. He snorted and laughed, and his laughter was full of the vicious smell of revenge. His voice was neither loud nor small, but it was just enough for Kuroko to hear.

Kuroko could only pretend that he hadn't heard anything. He kept his head down, staring at the scroll, his little face black and red. His heart was both lost and irritable, and his confused gaze was like a little goat that had forgotten its way back, wandering aimlessly across the pages. Looking between the lines on the page, he wished he could get straight into it to get out of this embarrassing situation.

I sat like this for a long time. Seeing that the laughter around him was getting more and more harsh, Kuroko couldn't pretend anymore. He clutched the scroll in both hands, bowed his head, hunched his back, and fled like a frightened sparrow into the nearby woods amid the laughter of the crowd.

There was a mountain temple in the woods that had fallen into disrepair, and because of its seclusion, he used to go there often to read.

"Hu ......" burrowed into the woods, finally avoiding those kraft candy-like gazes, Kuroko let out a long sigh of relief, and his tense little face also collapsed, revealing the bitterness and frustration that was concealed.

He dragged his steps weakly and slowly moved towards the mountain temple. The dead branches and rotten leaves on the woodland accumulated layer after layer, and the sunspot stepped on it with one foot and one foot shallow, and there was a strange "crackling" sound under his feet from time to time. He sighed, thinking that it would be great if his own heart could be broken so easily.

Kuroko only sighed, but he didn't notice that a corner of the cyan hem had quietly reflected his lowered eyes. When he reacted, Kuroko was stunned, and then looked up.

It was an old man of about fifty or sixty years old, wearing a Haoran scarf on his head, a white jade pendant hanging from his waist, and a wide cyan robe. His gray eyebrows were as slender as a sword, flying diagonally into his sideburns, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, full of marks of time.

Seeing Kuroko looking at him, the light in his eyes quickly faded. With a faint smile, he looked at Kuroko gently: "This descendant, seeing you running into the woods alone with your head down, what's the matter, did you lose something important?"

"No, no, no. Kuroko hurriedly waved his hand. The elegant temperament exuded by this old man is even inferior to his master Shi Yiwan, and it is estimated that he is an old scholar with a good head and poor scriptures. A stupid student like himself is the most afraid of meeting this kind of person.

"Oh. The old man nodded slightly. But he didn't seem to intend to let go of the black-faced young man in front of him easily, and asked one after another: "Then, why are you so depressed?

"Because, because I had a strange dream, they all laughed at me......" Kuroko lowered his head and said weakly, his voice getting quieter and quieter.

"Strange Dream ......" the old man was dumbfounded, and then laughed meaningfully.

It does seem interesting. Perhaps, I won't run in vain today.

"Anyway, it's okay, so why don't you just talk about that strange dream. Perhaps, the old man can enlighten you a little bit. He was not afraid of getting dirty, so the old man sat down on a dead tree. Noticing Kuroko's slight panic, his voice became softer.

There seemed to be an indescribable demagogy in the old man's weather-beaten voice, which inexplicably made Kuroko feel that he was very reliable. He lowered his head and stammered as he redescribed the dream. But for fear of being laughed at by the old man, he directly replaced the "little fox demon from the pillow" with "the fairy who flew away".

After finishing speaking, the old man, who was full of elegance, was silent. Kuroko stared at the tip of his shoe nervously, for fear that he would be severely reprimanded.

"Hehe, thinking about the day and dreaming at night, you don't have to worry too much about these ethereal things. The old man stood up, dusted off his robe casually, and then comforted Kuroko with a smile. The look of disappointment in his old eyes was imperceptible.

After listening to the description of the black-faced young man, he quickly combed through his mind, but found that it had nothing to do with what he was looking for. Extremely disappointed, he didn't want to say any more, turned around and wanted to leave.

But he stopped, and slowly turned around again.

At the moment of turning, he inadvertently glanced at Kuroko's waist and saw a worn-out scroll exposed outside the corner of his clothes. The cover of the scroll was a little blurry, like a ...... Blistered in general.

"Seeing each other is fate, but the old man forgot to ask your name, hehe. The old man was still smiling indifferently, but the strong expectation in his heart accidentally spread out of his eyes.

Seeing the old man looking at him expectantly, Kuroko was a little flattered for a while. He is just a stupid student who can't even memorize the "Three Character Classic", how could he have been asked for his name so carefully?

He scratched his head, a little embarrassed, but the smile on the corner of his mouth betrayed his little proud heart. "My name is Zhang Xifan...... 'Xi' is the 'Xi' of 'hope', and 'Fan' is 'ordinary'......"

"Smack!"

The branch the thickness of a baby's arm at the old man's feet suddenly broke in two.