●Wedge●

I was kidnapped.

A cave with rugged rocks, a cave entrance that can be seen but cannot be seen.

Isolation, sadness, and despair that first appeared surged from the bright and dark corners.

I looked at the butterflies flying at the entrance of the cave, stretched out my hand, but the force that sealed the entrance of the cave was bounced back hard.

It hurts so much. I held my hand and tears rolled in my eyes.

Someone stretched out his arm from behind, hooked my shoulder, and murmured in my ear: "Does it hurt?"

I turned my head, my long black hair shaking gently on my purple clothes, and Ao Chi's face stopped in front of me gently and provocatively.

Yes, it was this bastard who tied me up, right?

A tear fell out in a bad mood.

"Ah, stop crying." His rough fingers clumsily wiped away my tears, cautiously for fear of hurting my face.

Looking at him, a lightning flashed through my heart. I kicked him on his warm face. Looking at the guy who drew a parabola in the cave, he said coldly: "Enough, dream-selling."

Everything in front of me turned into a tulle with smoke, wrapped around, and threw it into the distance - I opened my eyes, the tea on the table was still steaming, and the man in flower clothes dressed like a close relative of the Gypsy, clapping his hands with a smile: "Old monster is an old monster, and it will be able to wake up soon."

I rubbed my eyes: "I know where your flaw is?"

"Oh?" He listened with scrutiny.

"No matter when that person is, he won't wipe my tears so gently." I shrugged.

"It's not the reason." The man shook his finger, "A person who knows that he is dreaming must have a heart that can see all the vicissitudes of right and wrong, and it's very realistic." He picked up the tea I made for him and raised it to me, "Respect the most sober boss lady."

I also raised my teacup to him: "To the worst salesman!"

Three hours ago, when the man with a strange outfit and a savage appearance appeared in the afternoon sun, I did think he was a liar who was here to sell shaver or golden sore medicine.

Then he said the thing I hate the most - I want to stay in a hotel, but I don’t have money.

At that time, I was supervising the paper piece to do a big cleaning with Mr. Zhao. The competent helpers had already tightened their brooms and waited for my order to sweep people out.

But I didn't. I saw that this guy had a lot of sulfur powder on his long hair, and half of the talisman paper was stuck to the back of his head.

"Being chased?" I laughed out loud from my nose. It's been thousands of years, and the habits of Taoists have not changed. Traditional tools for demon subduing will never be without sulfur powder and various talisman papers.

"The boss's wife has such a look!" He patted the dust on his clothes awkwardly and rushed to me, "Then don't waste such beautiful eyes and our fate, look at the good things I brought." After that, he untied the huge square backpack on his back and took out a stack of colorful porcelain bowls from it.

Ha, this monster is quite fun, and he doesn't forget to do business even when he runs away.

"Bowl seller?" I raised my eyebrows, "My kitchen is not short of bowls and chopsticks."

"NONO, I'm a dream seller." His fingers stroked the porcelain bowl one by one, looked at me again, and took out a green bowl, "Hey, give the boss a free trial."

"Is it a dream or a cute person? These little tricks can't be fooled by the free room." I sat on the sofa and glanced at the clear and cute porcelain bowl.

"You'll know if you try it. Please bring a cup of clean water." Facing Mr. Zhao, who holds a broom in his hand and wears a mask on his face, trying to disguise himself as Mr. Zhao who always doesn't look like humans, he has no fear and smiles. "You can try it too." After saying that, he looked up at the piece of paper hidden on the chandelier and whistled: "You can try it too, the little monster above."

If you really don’t treat yourself as an outsider.

It's lukewarm, and in the ordinary April, if there is an extra copycat gypsy, it might be more fun?

So I let him do whatever he wants here, and watched him pour the water into the bowl, stir it with his fingers, then lightly the shell surface of the nails, and a few drops of water were stuck to me, the paper and Mr. Zhao's hearts.

Then, it was like that at the beginning. I dreamed of a cave on the hopeless sea, where Ao Chi, who had killed thousands of swords, imprisoned me back then.

"You sell... dreams, is it interesting?" I put down my teacup, "Good dreams and nightmares, there will always be times when I wake up."

"It's interesting, there will be supply when there is demand." He looked at the teacup in his hand, smashed his mouth, and sniffed again, "Good tea, it's very fragrant. But it's a pity to drink it for me."

I smiled and said, "Don't you think the taste is a little bitter?"

"Blood?" He laughed, and under his fiery red hair, his pretty charming amber eyes half-closed, "I have no taste."

I was slightly stunned and nodded immediately: "That's really a pity. I said my tea."

"Tsk tsk, the boss's wife is really inconsiderate." He shook his head, "But the gift just now can make me avoid it for a while, right?"

"Since you are being hunted down, I will take you in. Wouldn't you cause trouble for yourself?" There are a bunch of real monsters in it, and the least welcome are those indiscriminate Taoist priests.

"Well..." He bent down and touched his backpack for a long time, and took out a golden Jiulong Tengyun Bowl. "If you can stay for a few days, this is yours."

I patted the armrest of the sofa: "Don't you say you don't have money?"

"But I didn't say I had no gold." He placed the golden bowl in the center of the coffee table.

I cleared my throat, resisted the urge to grab the bowl, and glanced at him: "I'm in a dilemma."

He smiled and said, "Ah, this golden bowl is so big, heavy, and so flashy!"

I got up and said, "Come here to check in!"

He walked towards the counter with a smile. At this time, a news came on the TV, with bad content. Last night, a Mercedes-Benz collided with a Golden Cup. The owner of the Mercedes-Benz was the most prominent wealthy man in the city and the only son of the Liang family. The two injured in the accident were being rescued, and all reporters were denied access to the hospital for interview. The specific situation was unknown.

His eyes were on the TV screen, and his eyes were strangely alternating, and it was not until the news was broadcast that it returned to normal.

My eyes were really good, and all his changes were seen.

"Did you know?" I asked without raising my head.

"If you want to hear gossip, you might as well tell me it." He stood at the counter and signed his name. "I have heard of the quirks of the tree demon boss's wife. I also heard about the stories of drinking tea and listening to stories. Life is endless, and gossip is endless."

"I accept your evaluation." I pulled the order back, glanced at his name, and curled my lips. It turns out that strange people are worthy of strange names.

He smiled slightly and pointed to the gate: "You wrote the sentence "A Dream of Life on the Lantern"?"

"No. But I like this."

"You can communicate." He shook my hand happily.

I pulled my hand back, but fortunately, Ao Chi was practicing outside while holding his "Evolution" or else he would be fucked by the jealousy.

"They..." I looked at Mr. Zhao who was sitting against the wall, sleeping soundly, and the piece of paper lying on his shoulder. These two guys fell asleep with me and haven't woken up yet.

"It's okay, their dreams will wake up soon. Let's take them off for a day." He smiled.

"Who will work for me?"

"I! I like doing housework!" He jumped up, picked up the rag, and turned it on his fingers quickly, squeezing at me in a radiant way, "Also, I like chatting with people while doing housework."

1

As Qingming Festival approaches, more rain begins.

Zhu Yingtai poked his head out of the carriage, looked at the green mountains in front of him, and the paths in the forest, hesitated to reach out his hand. The rain dripped from the tips of the bamboo leaves along the way, and bounced in the red palm, with extreme freedom.

"Afu, how long will it take to arrive?" She retracted her carriage and asked the servant who was driving in front of her loudly.

"I'm afraid I'll have to settle the time to arrive at Yujing Academy. It's raining and it's hard to walk on the mountain road." The servant replied to her loudly.

The rain hit the curtain, making it clatter, like a person's heartbeat getting faster and faster, making people feel uneasy.

She took out a carefully wrapped scroll of oil paper from her meager luggage, and carefully brushed it with her sleeves, hugging it in her arms.

Before leaving, she took nothing away, but just quietly took it away.

The aunt said that Zhu family style is rigorous and frugal. As the master, he should set an example, not to mention that he went to a college to study. In such a noble place, he should be diligent and self-disciplined. If there are fewer things outside of his body, he should be less.

So, there were so few that there was only one piece of clothes to change.

The school system of Yujing Academy is three years, and no return home for three years, and no relatives or friends are allowed to visit. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is prison. The only person in the Zhu family who is reluctant to leave her is probably the only father. But he is so old and his illness is getting worse and worse. All he can do is to watch her walk out of his room with dizzy eyes.

She got on the carriage, and the Zhu family mansion was left behind, drowned in a joyful red color.

I almost forgot that the Zhu family was about to hold a wedding, and the youngest daughter of Ma in the city was about to become a lover of Qin and Jin. The Ma family was in a high position and powerful position and could become his new wife. I was really going to wake up when I fell asleep.

The eldest lady is waiting to marry, and the second lady leaves home alone. The festive red lanterns illuminate two completely different roads.

But, she was not too sad.

Thanks to the crazy Taoist priest, thanks to him who ran to his father and said seriously that she had the Seven Evils. If she didn't send her away from home, the Zhu family would die. My father could not withstand the frightening words, nor could he withstand the aunt's harsh words and righteousness. He agreed to send her to Yujing Academy, which is far from home to study. Of course, this idea was also suggested by the aunt. If someone asked why your family had a daughter for no reason, you could not say that you were driven out after listening to the Taoist priest. Anyway, there was a relative working in Yujing Academy, and it was not a problem to send her over. It was not a problem to dress up in a man's clothing. On the one hand, she could avoid disasters from the Zhu family, and she could also study and improve herself. Why not do it? After a few years, when the disaster was avoided, she would take her back.

No one in the family dared to object to Mrs. Zhu. Over the years, the significance of her existence far exceeded that of her husband. Everyone always praised her for being wise and devoted herself to the Zhu family.

Is it really the heart of a bodhisattva? Since everyone says that, that's it.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but the speed of the carriage gradually increased, which was much more bumpy than just now.

"Afu, slow down!" She was a little scared.

Ah Fu did not respond.

Suddenly, the horse's sharp neighing came from outside, and the huge inertia pushed her hard to a corner of the carriage, and the luggage and messed up on her - the carriage stopped without warning.

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Yingtai woke up from dizziness, climbed out of her luggage with difficulty, jumped out of her car, and entered her sight through the dense rain, which was less than Sanxin. She was still panting while pulling the carriage, but Ah Fu disappeared.

She caressed her heart, and went forward to look down the cliff, unable to see the bottom, and shivered. She hurriedly retreated and looked around the world behind the cliff - a dense forest, surrounding the space of ink-gray, and twisted branches circling, twisted patent rights, like an old monster who was not full, staring at her maliciously. There was only a narrow road in front of her, extending from under her feet to the depths of the forest. Her carriage must have come from this road just now. Zhu Yingtai calmed down, took out a paper umbrella, carried a bag, hugged the scroll - in front of her heart, stepped on the wet and slippery mud road, and walked carefully along the way.

The sky became dimmer and in the dense forest, a pair of green eyes flashed and dark, peeking at the person walking alone in the rain.

2

Three days ago, Zhu Family.

"Afu, I will entrust this matter to you." Mrs. Zhu sent off all the maids and sat leisurely in front of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, shaking the silk fan. "I have my own way to solve the loan shark you owe."
To be continued...