A short cute story every day before going to bed

Withered vines have been cultivated for thousands of years, and their appearance changes with age. Spring is like a baby waiting to be fed, summer is like a handsome boy, and autumn and winter are like a haggard old man, slumped and defeated.

It was a scorching summer day, with withered vines sitting on the bridge, and young men in brocade clothes passing by on horseback.

He looked up, he looked back, and the two met like this.

There are groups of young children laying paper kites by the river, and the paper kites are held by thin ropes, and the paper kites are up and down in the sky.The Ninth Prince said to Ku Teng, "Do you want to fly a kite?" Ku Teng looked at the Ninth Prince's expectant look, and replied, "Yes."

However, the kites of the two of them could not fly very high, and would fall down after spinning in the sky.Two people ran around following the kite happily, one was not as respectable as a prince should be, and the other was not as calm as a thousand-year-old demon should be.

But that's who they really are.

"Haha, you lied to me, you don't know how to fly a kite at all." The Ninth Prince smiled and said, "How will you be punished?"

Ku Teng said, "You asked me if I wanted to fly a kite, but you didn't ask me if I could fly a kite. You were obviously wrong, and you should punish yourself with three cups."

Later, when they were drinking and having fun by the Jialing River, the Ninth Prince smiled and said, "I am the ninth in the palace, but the idlers in this world prefer to call me the Wine Prince"

Ku Teng said, "Since he is an idler, why should he care what he does?"

"What about you?" The Ninth Prince looked at the withered vine and said, "Do you also think I'm the Wine Prince?"

The stars in the sky were twinkling, and the withered vine looked at the dark blue night sky. Although it was not as beautiful as the place he had stayed in, it was enough to make him unforgettable.

Kuteng said, "You are naturally excellent."

Summer thunderstorms always come suddenly. They lived in the bamboo forest beside the Jialing River, and their short breaks turned into short stays, and short stays became long-term stays.

The scenery of the bamboo sea in the middle of Shu is unique, Ku Teng thought to himself, why didn't he notice such a beautiful place before?

The Ninth Prince came out of the bamboo house, a bamboo leaf fell on his head, the withered vine saw it, and gently called to the Ninth Prince, then stretched out his hand, and took the bamboo leaf from his head.

The Ninth Prince said, "How many articles have you written today?" Ku Teng smiled and shook his head, "Not yet."

"Then write it quickly, I want to read it."

Ku Teng just picked up the pen, and the Ninth Prince put his arms on the side of the table, and rested his chin with his hand, Ku Teng kept writing, but couldn't write a single word. Later, Ku Teng said, "I have nothing to do today, I can't write it out gone."

The Ninth Prince showed a dependent and happy expression and said, "Then can you write about me?"

The two were very close, Ku Teng's heart was beating fast, and the pen in his hand was already out of order.While hesitating, the Ninth Prince took the brush from Ku Teng's hand, and then stuck his whole body over, "You don't even play with me..."

The rice paper full of words was stained with ink, and the ink smelled frivolous. Withered Teng watched the Ninth Prince slapstick, but there was nothing he could do. He could only wait for him to get tired and let him lean over to rest before continuing.

After a while, the Ninth Prince was really tired, he rested his head on the withered vine's thigh, and the withered vine gently ran along the Ninth Prince's hair.

"What's wrong with you to me? No matter what I do, you are so gentle." The Ninth Prince said, "But you are very gentle to everyone, and I am just one of them."

Ku Teng said quickly, "How can you be an ordinary person?"

After hearing this, the Ninth Prince held back his secret joy, but still pretended to be unhappy, pouted, and held Kuteng's hand without speaking.

Kuteng looked around, but didn't see the oil bottle, so she said, "You look so awkward."

The Ninth Prince blinked and said, "I want you to kiss me!"

It was dark and the moon was hanging in the sky.

Undressing each other, the shadow of the candle was hazy, the Ninth Prince said to Ku Teng, "Will you forget me?"

Withered vine didn't answer, but just penetrated deeper into the Ninth Prince's body, leaving gentle marks on the Ninth Prince's body one by one.

The Ninth Prince said, "I don't want you to forget me."

Kuteng thought, but how could I forget you?

Withered vines kissed the Ninth Prince's forehead.He held the Ninth Prince in his arms, as if holding the most precious thing in the world.

The Ninth Prince cut off a strand of their hair and tied it together. He leaned on the withered vine and said, "Do you know why I like to drink?" The withered vine gently stroked the Ninth Prince's long hair without saying a word.

"Because there is nothing better than wine in this world." The Ninth Prince said slowly, as if caught in a memory, "When I was young, my father often drank heavily, and my father told me that wine is the most important thing in the world. Good stuff, it makes you forget all the things you don't want to remember."

"Father said that he had a demon, even if he loved it, he would still send it to die, because only in this way can his throne be secured, and no one will attack him by saying that he is close to a demon... Later, when the father secured the throne, he also fell in love with alcoholism."

"In the past, I also thought that wine was the best thing, because only when I was drunk, no one could force me to do what I didn't want to do. But now..." The Ninth Prince grasped Kuteng's hand and said, his eyes were full of sincerity. He Qingyi said, "I don't want to drink, and I don't want to be an emperor, so take me away, anywhere is fine."

Withered vine tapped the tip of the Ninth Prince's nose, then kissed the Ninth Prince's cheek, and said softly, "Okay."

"Really?" The Ninth Prince couldn't believe it, he asked Ku Teng, "Then where are we going?"

"It's just the ends of the earth."

"Then tomorrow, will you wait for me on the bridge?"

"it is good."

In the scorching summer, the withered vines sit on the bridge, and people come and go in the market, as if it is no different from before.

A little girl who happened to pass by asked in a low voice, "Brother, brother, who are you waiting for?"

Ku Teng looked back at the little girl and sighed softly.

"My brother is not waiting for anyone."

"But..." the girl looked at the withered vine curiously and said, "You've been sitting there for a long time."

Withered Teng gave the little girl a few copper coins and said softly, "Go and play."

The little girl ran away laughing.

The sun is shining.

Withered Teng took out the bamboo leaves in his arms, even if he preserved them with spells, the edges of the bamboo leaves had turned yellow and withered.

Bamboo leaves are yellow, and it is impossible to regenerate.

The boy is gone, and it is impossible to come back.

But Ku Teng knew that there would not be a second Ninth Prince for him to meet in this world.