The woodcutter loses his memory and goes crazy, and his mother dries his pillow, leading to a scandalous incident
In a remote mountain village, there is a woodcutter named Xiaoliu, who is industrious and simple, and has a reputation in the village for his excellent logging skills. However, one day, after Xiaoliu returned from the mountains, he suddenly lost his memory and went crazy, talking nonsense all day long, and behaving abnormally, which shocked the villagers.
Xiaoliu's mother, an elderly woman, looked at her son like this, and her heart was like a knife. She searched for the healers in the village, but no one could cure Xiaoliu's strange disease. One day, when she was cleaning up her son's room, she noticed that his pillow was unusually damp and seemed to be soaked with tears.
The mother's heart moved, thinking that maybe the damp pillow had something to do with her son's illness. So, she decided to take the pillow outside to dry and see if she could find any clues.
It was a sunny day, and my mother put her pillow on a bamboo pole in the courtyard to dry. Unexpectedly, as soon as the pillow was dried, the originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy, and lightning flashed and thundered. Mother was secretly shocked in her heart, could this be some kind of bad omen?
At this moment, a complaining woman's voice suddenly came from the pillow: "Little Liu, why have you forgotten me?" The voice was poignant and long, as if coming from the ground, frightening my mother to stumble and almost fall.
She steadied herself and boldly asked, "Who are you, and why are you in my son's pillow?"
The voice was silent for a while, telling a story of the wind and the moon.
It turned out that the woman's name was Xiaocui, and she was a fox demon in the mountains. She and Xiaoliu met by chance in the mountains, and the two fell in love at first sight and made a private decision for life. However, the ladyboys have different paths, and their relationship cannot be seen in the world after all. In order to stay with Xiao Liu, Xiao Cui did not hesitate to spend cultivation, attached a wisp of her soul to Xiao Liu's pillow, and accompanied him to sleep every night.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Liu's yang energy collided with her yin energy, and in the long run, it caused great damage to Xiao Liu's body. Finally one day, Xiaoliu fell into a coma in the mountains, and when he woke up, he lost his memory and went crazy, forgetting his past with Xiaocui.
Xiao Cui's voice choked: "I just want to stay with him, but I didn't expect to hurt him." Now that he has forgotten me, it is time for me to leave. ”
After saying that, the sky suddenly cleared, and the sound on the pillow disappeared. The mother suddenly realized that her son's illness was actually caused by this. She hurriedly put away the pillow and found the Taoist priest in the village for help.
After hearing this, the Taoist priest gave a charm and asked Xiao Liu to carry it with him. Soon after, Xiao Liu's illness miraculously improved, and he gradually regained his memory. However, he could no longer remember the past with Xiaocui, as if that memory never existed.
There are rumors in the village that Xiaoliu will meet Xiaocui because of the evil spirit. However, it is impossible to verify the truth. I only know that since then, Xiaoliu has never stepped into the mountains again, but has worked as a farmer at home and lived a plain life.
And that pillow, carefully hidden by my mother, became an eternal secret. Whenever there is a dead of night, she always thinks of the resentful woman's voice, and the past that is not tolerated by the world.
However, the story doesn't end there. One day, a strange young woman came to the village, she was beautiful and had a dusty temperament, but she was very cold to the villagers. She went straight to Xiao Liu's house and asked Xiao Liu's mother about the pillow.
The mother was shocked, not knowing the woman's intentions. The woman lightly opened her red lips and revealed an even more amazing secret: "I am Xiao Cui's sister, Xiao Lu." My sister did not hesitate to sacrifice her cultivation in order to stay with Xiaoliu. However, the shemale has a different path, and she can't accompany Xiaoliu for the rest of her life after all. I'm here to retrieve that pillow so that my sister can rest in peace. ”
When my mother heard this, she had mixed feelings in her heart. She hesitated for a moment, but finally handed the pillow to Midori. Midori took the pillow, took a deep look at her mother, and turned to leave.
Shortly after Midori left, it suddenly began to rain heavily in the village. The rain seemed to be mixed with the sound of a woman's crying, low and mournful. The villagers speculated that this might be Xiaocui's parting tears.
Since then, there have been no more rumors about Xiaocui in the village, and Xiaoliu has completely forgotten about the past and started a new life. However, in the dead of night, he always had a strange dream in which a vague figure of a woman seemed to tell him something. Whenever he woke up from a dream, there was always an indescribable sense of loss in his heart.
As the days passed, Xiaoliu's life gradually returned to peace. He began to pick up the axe again and went into the mountains to cut wood. However, whenever he walked into the mountain forest where he had met Xiaocui, there would always be an inexplicable emotion in his heart. He seemed to be able to sense Tsui's presence, as if she was watching him silently from a corner.
One day, Xiaoliu found a strange flower in the mountains. The flower was colorful and had a faint fragrance. His heart moved, and he felt that this flower seemed to have some mysterious connection with Xiao Cui. So, he took the flowers home and planted them in the yard.
The strange thing is that since that flower was planted in the yard, Xiao Liu has never had that strange dream again. His life also became more fulfilling and happy. He began to associate with Xiaofang, a woman in the village, and the relationship between the two deepened day by day. Soon after, they tied the knot and lived happily ever after.
However, in that forgotten pillow, Xiao Cui's spirit did not leave. She has been silently guarding Xiaoliu and witnessed his growth and happiness. When she saw Xiaoliu and Xiaofang holding hands and walking into the palace of marriage, her heart was full of blessings and relief.
Finally, one day, Xiao Cui's spirit was purified and sublimated in that strange flower. She turned into a gust of breeze and gently brushed Xiao Liu's face, as if saying goodbye. Since then, she has never appeared in Xiaoliu's life again, but her blessings have always accompanied him.
And Xiao Liu never knew who the woman who had accompanied him through the wind and rain was. All he knew was that there was a vague but beautiful memory in his life that had been sealed away forever. Whenever in the dead of night, he would always look up at the starry sky, and an inexplicable sense of gratitude and longing would swell in his heart.
In that remote mountain village, the story of the woodcutter Xiaoliu has been sung for a long time. His affair with Xiaocui has become an eternal legend, which makes people talk about it after dinner. And that beautiful memory has become more precious and profound with the passage of time.
However, just when the villagers gradually forgot this story, an unusual autumn day, Xiaoliu's life rippled again.
It was early in the morning, and Xiaoliu went to the mountains to cut wood as usual. The sunlight pierced through the sparse leaves of the forest and sprinkled on his body, warm and quiet. However, just as he swung his axe, a faint blue light suddenly flashed from the depths of the woods, attracting his attention.
Xiao Liu put down his axe curiously and walked cautiously towards the light. He found that the light came from a flower that was identical to the strange flower that had been planted in the yard of his house. The flower was larger, more colorful, and had a delightful aroma than the one in his home.
Just as he was staring at the flower, a soft female voice sounded in his ears: "Little Liu, do you remember me?"
Xiao Liu looked around in shock, but found no trace of anyone. The voice seemed to come from the flowers, and he couldn't help but crouch down and ask softly, "Who are you, why do you know my name?"
The flowers trembled slightly, and the voice sounded again: "I'm Xiao Cui, do you remember me?"
Xiao Liu's heart throbbed, and the name seemed to touch the deepest memory in his heart. He struggled to recall, but could only capture some vague fragments. He shook his head and sighed, "I remember the name, but I can't remember what you looked like." ”
Xiao Cui's voice carried a hint of grievance: "It's okay, I'm already satisfied to hear you call my name again." ”
An inexplicable emotion surged in Xiao Liu's heart, he wanted to know more about this woman named Xiaocui, and wanted to get back the lost memory. So, he asked, "Can you tell me about our past, why did you disappear from my memory?"
Cui was silent for a moment and began to tell their story slowly. She tells how they met, knew each other, fell in love in the mountains, and were forced to separate because of the different paths of the shemales. She told that in order to stay with Xiao Liu, she did not hesitate to spend cultivation to attach a wisp of spirit to his pillow, but because of this, he lost his memory and went crazy. In the end, she turned into a flower and silently guarded him to this day.
Xiao Liu listened attentively, and his heart was full of emotion and shock. He finally understood why he had a special affection for that flower, which turned out to be the embodiment of Xiao Cui. He looked at the flower and said affectionately, "Xiao Cui, thank you for your constant protection. Although I can't remember what you looked like, I will always remember your name and our story. ”
Xiao Cui's voice trembled slightly: "Little Liu, with your words, I am enough." ”
Since then, Xiaoliu will come to the mountains every day and accompany the flower. He watered, weeded, and caught insects as if he were taking care of his sweetheart. And the flower became more and more luxuriant, blooming with more brilliant brilliance.
The villagers rumored that the flower was the embodiment of Xiao Cui, and Xiao Liu made up for his debt to Xiao Cui by taking care of the flower. Although Xiao Liu couldn't remember Xiao Cui's appearance and their past, by taking care of this flower, their hearts were closely connected again.
Time flies by like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, it's spring again. Early that morning, when Xiao Liu came to the mountain again, he found that the flower had produced a huge bud. He was excited in his heart, looking forward to the blooming of the buds.
Finally, on a sunny afternoon, the bud slowly bloomed, revealing a beautiful woman's face. That was Xiao Cui's face, she looked at Xiao Liu with a smile, her eyes were full of tenderness and love.
Xiao Liu looked at that face in shock, and tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes. He trembled and stretched out his hand to gently caress the delicate petals, as if caressing Xiao Cui's face.
"Little Cui, I'm finally seeing you again!" he said in a choked voice.
Xiao Cui responded with a smile: "Little Liu, I have been waiting for this moment to come. ”
Since then, whenever spring comes, the flower will bloom and meet Xiaoliu. Although they can't stay together, their hearts are forever connected.
And their story has also been told by the villagers, and it has become an eternal story. In that remote mountain village, the love story of the woodcutter Xiaoliu and the fox demon Xiaocui will always be remembered in people's hearts.
With the passage of time, Xiaoliu gradually grew old, but his longing for Xiaocui became more and more profound. He knew that although he and Xiaocui couldn't be together, their hearts were always connected. Whenever in the dead of night, he would look up at the starry sky, and his heart would spring up with endless thoughts and blessings for Xiaocui.
And Xiaocui has been silently guarding Xiaoliu and witnessing his growth and changes. Although they can no longer hug each other as they once did, their love has crossed the boundaries of shemales and has become an eternal legend that has been passed down from generation to generation among the villagers and has become an inspiring love story.