dream soul

At the end of March and the beginning of April, there are drizzles in late spring, the grass grows in Gusu, the peanut trees are mixed, and the warblers are flying around. Many people come to Gusu for an outing.It also coincided with the season of buying silk, and the city was crowded with merchants from all over the place, only to hear a lot of rough northern accents in Wu Nong's soft language, which disturbed the warmth of the city and added to the excitement.

Zheng Qi was one of the merchants who came to buy silk.He came very early this year, and the cloth shops hadn't started trading yet. He found an inn, settled his luggage, and thought that he would stay in Gusu for at least half a month, and it was his first time here, so he might as well go first. Walk around the street to get acquainted.

The scenery in Gusu is beautiful, and the market is also a scene of prosperity. Not only are there a lot of ordinary gadgets, but there are also some things from Korea and foreign countries, which are really rare.

Everyone said that there are beauties in Gusu, Zheng Qi walked around for half a day, saw a lot of excitement, and saw a lot of people on the street, there are indeed Gusu women who are beautiful and charming, but Zheng Qi is a broken sleeve.Seeing that there were no outstanding men on the street, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, so he thought of going back to the inn to rest earlier.As he was walking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something glowing slightly red on a stall by the side of the road, and felt curious in his heart.Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a bamboo flute, with a maroon body and moist tentacles, only a touch of crimson in the middle, I don't know if it is the dye or its own color, and there is an indescribable aura.It was just this touch of red that reflected the sunlight, and Zheng Qi saw it.

When Zheng Qi saw this Xiao, he liked it for no reason, and asked, "How much is this Xiao?"

The stall owner was a reseller of Korean goods, and usually sold some local products pretending to be from Korea. He also pretended to be a Korean merchant, so he said with a big tongue: "Dirty money and silver paper (five coins) Smecta."

Zheng Qi shook his head: "Smecta is too expensive."

The stall owner poked his neck and said, "Wozhe is Gaoli (I'm from Korea) Smecta."

Zheng Qi sneered, he has been in business for several years, it's not that he has never seen a merchant from Korea, and he recognized it at a glance. gone."

Seeing that Zheng Qi really turned his face and left, the stall owner was also anxious: "Sixty is sixty."

In fact, this Xiao was picked up by the stall owner on the side of the road, and no one cared about it for more than half a year after it was put on the stall, so as long as it can be sold now, it will be fine. "

So Zheng Qi went back to the inn with Xiao in his mouth.

Back at the inn, it was just about dinner time, Zheng Qi had finished his meal and asked Xiaoer to bring a cup of tea back to his room.

Zheng Qi took a sip of tea and took out the bamboo flute in his bosom.The flute has been warmed up, making it even more warm and moist, the crimson is slightly bright, just like the spring scenery of Gusu.

Zheng Qixin said that he didn't understand the rhythm, but he bought such a thing, he was afraid that he was fascinated by the appearance of the flute.It is often said that beauties mislead people because of their beauty. Isn't this utensil also seeking to be exquisite and beautiful, so as to deceive people into spending money.

Thinking in my heart, I couldn't help shaking my head and smiling.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, Zheng Qi drank the last sip of tea, got up and was about to ask Xiao Er to clean up, but he heard a crisp sound, it turned out that the cup was turned over by the hem of the sleeve, and the flute that was put aside fell to the ground.

Zheng Qi hurriedly went to pick up the bamboo flute, not wanting to get his hand scratched by the broken porcelain, a little bit of blood stained the blush on the flute.The crimson was stained with blood, and immediately glowed with luminous brilliance, radiant and colorful, reflecting Zheng Qi's palm red.

Zheng Qi was surprised and was about to take a closer look when he heard a knock on the door.It was the handyman who heard the sound and came to inquire.

Zheng Qi asked the handyman to clean up, and asked him to bring some medicine, treated the wound briefly, and washed it.

After finishing all this work, Zheng Qi picked up the bamboo flute again.Xiao returned to its previous appearance, without emitting any light.Zheng Qi was very strange. After looking over and over for a long time, he still couldn't see anything, and felt a little tired. He just put the flute on his pillow and fell asleep.