Dream Picking Records

In a quiet little mountain village, the sound of a baby crying was heard from a seemingly nice family's home.

A man in his thirties was flustered and at a loss when faced with two babies in swaddling clothes.

The camera turns and the two children are about five or six years old. They are white and chubby and very cute, with spiritual eyes. The little boy sits cross-legged under the shade of the tree, as if he is practicing. The little girl wears a beautiful skirt and is innocent, playing with butterflies in the flowers...

"Jingle Bell……"

The sleeping man dazedly turned off the alarm clock beside his pillow and dozed off in bed for a while. About five minutes later, he kicked off the quilt, yawning with sleepy eyes.

"Strange, I went to bed early last night."

He rubbed his eyes and felt a slight headache. He tried hard to recall the dream he had just had, but the harder he tried, the harder it was for him to remember.

The man got dressed, washed up, and came to a shop in the antique city.

The shop is called Wan Gu Fei Meng, and it was opened by his father. After he graduated from college this year, his father started traveling around the world, leaving him to look after the family business. Fortunately, he was influenced by his father since he was a child and was quite interested in this industry.

In their line of business, they don't open for three years, but they can make a living for three years after opening, so their life is quite leisurely. When he has nothing to do, he flips through ancient books and studies Taoist classics.

"Heaven's way is impartial and always favors the good" is his favorite saying.

The man was practicing Tai Chi in the yard. A faint fragrance floated in the air, and a lively female voice interrupted him.

"Brother, it's time for breakfast!"

"Gurgle, gurgle." His stomach growled immediately and he looked happily at the woman walking towards him.

"Sister, you're back!"

"I knew you didn't take breakfast seriously when I was away."

The woman said this in a scolding tone. The man looked at the steamed buns and fried dough sticks she brought back and became unhappy.

"I didn't make it myself, so I won't eat it!"

"It's good enough that I brought you breakfast, but you also want to eat what I made. You're so beautiful."

The lively and cheerful woman rolled her eyes at him. She was adopted by the man's father in his early years. She had just graduated from the archaeology major. Her exquisite face and tall figure made her have countless suitors.

"What a lousy book you bought yesterday, you little brat. Let me see if I'll beat you up when I get back!"

"Hehe! I think that although the content of the book is a little weird, it is a genuine old item. Sister, do you still not believe in my eyesight?"

The man stuffed the bun into his mouth awkwardly and spoke incoherently.

"Yes, when you have earned enough money, make up for the deficit and keep it for yourself." The woman picked up a fried dough stick and stuffed it into his mouth without waiting for him to swallow it.

"I'm stuffed."

He dodged, wiped off the grease, went into the house, put on gloves, and took out the book he had traded yesterday.

He recalled that a middle-aged man with dishevelled hair and a dirty face came into the store yesterday and took out this well-preserved book from his arms. The man carefully observed it with his many years of experience as a bystander and finally gave the middle-aged man a satisfactory price.

When the middle-aged man left, the man saw deep reluctance in his eyes, which turned into a sigh.

"The Dream Record of the Red Dust."

The man touched the cover lightly, and a distant and mysterious atmosphere came to his face, which was also what attracted him the most.

"Hey, it's possessed!"

The woman stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him, and the man finally reacted. He had been fascinated without realizing it.

"Ah, sister, look, is there anything special about this book?" He handed the book over. The woman looked at it curiously and found that there was nothing special about it.

"Haha, brother, you are not trying to deceive me, are you?"

As she spoke, she pretended to grab the man's ear, but he did not dodge or evade, as if he was in a trance.

Seeing this, the woman moved closer, trying to read something from his dazed eyes.

"Hey!" the man suddenly spoke, startling her.

"You're itching to scare me!"

She screamed, but the man anticipated her move and ran away. The two of them played in the yard like they did when they were children.

"You naughty brother, if you don't let me beat you up, I will never cook for you again!" Ye Xiao panted, pointed at him with one hand on his waist.

"Sister, don't always threaten me with this!" Her cooking skills are even better than many restaurant chefs. The man didn't want to live a life of takeout every day, so he had to give in.

"Hmph, I can't cure you yet!" She raised her snow-white chin proudly.

"By the way, there is an event I'm going to attend today. You have to keep an eye on the store and discuss anything with me."

"Yes!" The man's salute was very standard and it was obvious that he had done it many times.

After the woman left, he returned to the counter and started flipping through the book again. Before long, his head felt dizzy and his eyelids drooped unconsciously. Gradually, he fell asleep.

In the dream, the little boy practiced calmly. The surrounding spiritual energy was absorbed by his body, and a little light emanated from his body. After the end, he returned to his playful attitude and played happily with the little girl and the children in the village...

"Little brother, little brother."

The man was shaken awake and slowly opened his eyes, only to find a middle-aged man in front of him looking at him with some concern and surprise.

"You are... the uncle who sold this booklet yesterday?"

The middle-aged man had swept away his decadent look and was very clean. The man recognized him through his eyes.

"Is it me, little brother, who is studying it?"

"Well, it was quite interesting to me, but I don't know why I fell asleep."

"Can you understand what it's talking about, little brother?"

"Well, what if?"

The middle-aged man's fingers were shaking as he pointed at the book, and his words were a little excited. The man was a little puzzled and didn't understand why the other party asked the question.

Just as he was wondering, two lines of tears rolled down the middle-aged man's face.

"Uncle, please don't be like this. If you regret it, I can return it to you."

"Ah, little brother, you misunderstood. I am just happy!"

The middle-aged man wiped his tears and continued, "I didn't expect that this book, which had been covered in dust in our Yang family for so long, would finally meet its real owner!"

"What do you mean?" He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he really had made a mistake and met a liar? Would he say something like "I'm destined to be with you" next?

"The words of our ancestors have been passed down to my generation, and I no longer understand their specific meaning. I only know that they are asking us, the descendants, to find a very important person. When I was very young, my grandfather and father had been running around outside, looking for someone. But when I took on this task, something unexpected happened to my family."

"I thought the family would completely fall into decline in my hands, and the mission entrusted by my ancestors would be interrupted. Unexpectedly, God was merciful and let me actually find it." The middle-aged man looked at him, with a sense of relief in his words.

"Why, because I saw something in it?" The man obviously didn't believe his words. How could anyone, generation after generation, spend their entire lives searching for a so-called owner of a book?

"It's normal for you not to believe me, little brother. Anyone who hears me say this will call me a psychopath." The middle-aged man burst into laughter and continued, "Did you have any strange dreams last night, but when you woke up this morning you found that you couldn't remember anything?"

"There's nothing strange about dreaming. It's the same for all ordinary people." The man didn't intend to pay any more attention to him.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man still kept a smile on his face, turned around, hummed a little tune, and left with a relaxed look.

After he left, the man continued to read the book. No one disturbed him for the rest of the time, and he read with great interest. Strangely, he didn't turn a few pages in the whole day, and he didn't notice it.

In the evening, the man finished eating the meal prepared by the woman and was very satisfied. He also told her what happened today.

"There are a lot of swindlers like this, so you have to be careful. I have to go out tomorrow, and I made some food for you and put it in the refrigerator. Take it out and heat it up when you are hungry." The woman warned seriously.

"Sister, are you leaving again?"

"An ancient tomb was recently excavated, and I want to go with the teacher to investigate."

"Ok."

“Remember to eat breakfast!”

"Yes, madam!" The man saluted again.