Wind Sleep House

On the other side of the creek, wildflowers everywhere, dense forest where there is a small unknown house, called the wind sleep house.

No one knows where it came from, when it was established, and usually only some familiar customers come and go.

Wind Sleep House is a very magical house, it is said that it can be through a magical magic, the guests of the future to happen, into a wind inside the house, exist in a special bottle.

Although few people come and go, but the mistress of the wind sleep house seems to like this quiet state, but also do not want too many people find here.

Until that day, the wind sleep house ushered in a new guest.

The wind chimes outside the door were teased by the wind and banged. The fine sunlight penetrated through the leaves of the trees and shone on the hut.

The man stepped on the mossy green stairs and made a creaking sound, and looked up to see the sign in front of the door with the words Wind Sleep House written on it.

He knocked gently on the door, and an invitation came from inside.

"Hello sir, welcome to the Wind Sleep House. I am the owner of the hut, how can I help you?"

The girl who was speaking in front of her was the owner of the Wind Sleep House. The girl wore a pale yellow dress, long seaweed-like hair pinned behind her ears, and smiled with a spring breeze.

"To think that there is such a quiet place here."

The girl looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.

"What is it that you sell here, girl?"

"Listen." The girl pointed to the window, outside the wind chimes tinkling, "Wind Sleep House here sells the unique wind in the world."

"Oh?" He was instantly interested and pointed to a small red bottle on the counter, "I'd like to buy a gust of wind to try."

The girl smiled and did not say anything, just picked up this small bottle and opened the cork.

At once, the whole house ushered in a soft breeze, the wind mixed with chic flavor, a fragrance brushed up the girl's hair, looking extra warm.

The girl smiled and asked, what is the smell of this gust of wind?

The gust of wind just now gave him a different feeling.

The top note has a strong rose fragrance, which doesn't smell cheesy but feels warm, and is mixed with a light sandalwood fragrance, which has an exciting yet subdued feel.

The girl nodded her head with a happy face after hearing: "Good, lucky things will happen to you next oh."

He was certainly happy to hear that good luck will happen next: "So how much do I need to pay you for that gust of wind I just bought?"

"You don't need to pay for the wind just now, just consider it a gift from me! But next time you come, bring me a gardenia flower."

He smiled and said goodbye to the girl as the sun shone brightly outside.

The next year, he went to the Wind Sleeping House again and brought a gardenia flower as promised.

The wind sleep house is still the same wind sleep house, the girl is still the same girl, this time the girl wears a light green dress, the girl greets him with a smile.

"Come, what good things happened in the previous year?"

"Well, my mother went into business, the family made a small profit, and my father's illness was saved. I've been studying with a very good master."

"Well, it's really good, good luck will always be in your favor. The reward is the gardenia flower you promised to bring me last time." The girl happily took the gardenia in his hand.

He and the girl had been separated for a year, and this time when they met there seemed to be endless words to say, the good luck that had come since the parting, the interesting things in learning the art, and, when he encountered some small troubles in life, he would run out to listen to the wind.

"Sounds silly, doesn't it?" He asked the girl with a smile.

The girl did not laugh at him: "The wind in the world, all have their thoughts, or happy, or sad, and they talk about their hearts, and sometimes they will comfort you, so it is not silly at all. And the wind sleep house, it collects a lot of secrets of the human world."

"Buy another breeze." He pointed to a green bottle.

Still like last time, the girl picked up the bottle and opened the cork.

A gust of wind blew through, clear and cool, like the sea breeze in the evening, so comfortable!

Without waiting for the girl to ask, he said.

It smells like, the evening breeze blowing the sea. The top note is a fresh chamomile fragrance, and the middle turns into a strong warbler flower fragrance.

The girl brushed her hair behind her ear, gave a soft laugh and looked at him with a snickering face: "This wind represents longing, and I wonder who the gentleman is thinking of?"

Upon hearing this, a blush spread across his face, and he dared not look directly at the girl's clean face.

Was about to say goodbye to the girl, the girl asked, the last time Mr. came forgot to ask, Mr. What is his name?

"My name is ...... girl and you?"

A gust of wind blew by, the girl did not hear his name clearly, so be it, a name only.

"Sir, my name is Xiaolan. If you come back next year, please bring me a frangipani flower."

He said goodbye to the girl and left.

Outside the house was silent, like a fairyland on earth.

In the third year, the Wind Sleep House welcomed him again.

He seemed to be a regular visitor to the Wind Sleeping House, and as soon as he arrived, he rambled on about the changes in his hometown and his own experiences during the year, and the girl could hear that his place seemed to be changing dramatically.

This time, as before, he bought another gust of wind, a yellow bottle.

This gust of wind is not quite the same as the previous two, open the bottle, a harsh wind blowing, blowing him straight shiver, this gust of wind makes him feel very depressed.

The girl saw that he was not right, and asked him what the wind smelled like.

This wind is very depressing, there is a strong poppy fragrance. At first it was lighter, but then it became stronger and stronger.

The girl heard the look changed, the original bright smile gradually disappeared, revealing a sad expression looked at him and said, this smell represents a disaster.

After hearing this, he just smiled lightly and looked up to reassure Xiaolan, it's okay, what flowers do you want me to bring you next time?

The first time I saw it, I had a smile on my face.

He nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely come back.

You said that good luck will always be with me.

He left, and Xiaolan stared blankly at his distant back, lost in thought.

Little did Arashi know that his hometown would soon be at war.

Arashi waited and waited for a year, two years, three years, and during these three years, the wind sleep house also entertained some guests, but he never appeared again.

But Arashi could not do anything, because she did not even know his name, so she could not even find it.

Arashi missed him a little, perhaps for the stories he brought, but now there was no one to tell her those stories.

Arashi brought him flowers and some ingredients to make a breeze, but unfortunately, the breeze could not be made without the Acacia flower.

One day, when she was cleaning her room, she dropped a bottle by mistake.

The bottle was uncorked and a gentle breeze blew through the house.

Like a forest in the early morning, it emitted a faint fragrance of lilies of the valley and small daisies.

Xiao Lan was instantly filled with joy, this is the smell that represents the return of ah, is he coming back? He will definitely come back, right?

Arashi waited at the door of the room from morning until noon, and from noon until evening.

The sun was about to set, but he still did not appear.

She was so disappointed that she closed the door and turned around to go back to her room.

Outside the house, the wind chimes tinkled and the evening breeze echoed throughout the hut.

"Excuse me, is Miss Xiaolan at home?"

She came to her senses with a jolt and hurried to open the door.

The man was weathered and had some scars on his face, but the acacia he was holding was in full bloom.

Postscript

Xiao Lan made a gust of wind from gardenia, eustoma and acacia and stored it in a bottle.

He picked up the bottle and opened the cork. In the house, a naughty wind blew through.

Like the fluttering skirt of a lover, it gently brushed his cheek. There was a fragrance of peach exploding in the air, sweet, and the sweet and sour scent of burst juice oranges.

He could not help but feel a sentence, so sweet.

Xiaolan smiled and said, of course, this represents a happy sweet love it.

He said, "Is something happy going to happen?

Xiao Lan gently patted his head: "Stupid, wind sleep house to have a male master.