Chapter 1, Matters in the Story

It is still a carp after all

The grass proudly lifted its small feet, which appeared quite fair under the dim light, and indeed had no unpleasant odor. As if to prove this point, it curled its upper body, leaned forward like a little cat to sniff its own feet, and then prepared to present them to the edge of the white building

Brother, the grass has caught two fish, and they are quite large

"Elder brother has a headache again. Mother, why does elder brother become so smart every time he has a headache, and why can he tell so many captivating stories?"

In the story of Bai Dong, Alibaba is a happy young man who acquires treasure, marries a beautiful wife, and eliminates his enemies. From a man's perspective, this is a very complete story. However, from Cao Er's viewpoint, the life that follows for Alibaba is the focus, such as the happiness of married life, the daily necessities of life, whether he often chats with his wife, and how many children they have in total. Girls will always be girls; even if time spans a thousand years, they still pay attention to these domestic matters.

The story did not disappoint Cao'er. Lying beside her brother, she counted the stars through the dilapidated roof. Hearing how Aladdin ultimately triumphed over evil and lived happily with the princess, Cao'er smiled happily. Suddenly, she touched her belly and looked up foolishly at Bai Dong: "Brother, if only Cao'er had a magic lamp, we could eat m.hetushucomcom pancakes every day and always be full..."

Lying on the stone slab, watching the cheerful grass, Bai Dong felt a surge of warmth in his heart. The headache had disappeared for three days, and based on past experience, he would once again forget the events of his previous life. However, this time was completely different; the invisible barrier in his mind seemed to have shattered completely, and the memories of his past life remained vividly clear. The memories of the two lives no longer intertwined or clashed, but instead perfectly merged into one, becoming a harmonious whole. This gave Bai Dong a sense of rebirth, filling his chest with confidence and hope. The memories of the two lives no longer intertwined or clashed, but instead perfectly merged into one, becoming a harmonious whole. This gave Bai Dong a sense of rebirth, filling his chest with confidence and hope

I love this home, free from the clamor of the city, free from the stress of a hectic life, free from the pressures of mortgage and car loans. Although life may be a bit more frugal, it is warm and comforting. I have no regrets; since I am here, I will find peace. In this life, I do not seek excitement, but rather the safety and health of my family.

He embraced Cao'er, pulling her into his arms, and Bai Dong gently said: "Brother also wants to find a magic lamp for Cao'er, what do you think, Cao'er?"

The sun has long set, and the dense night has seeped into this earthen and stone-built thatched-roof house. Inside the cottage, there is little furniture; two long bluestone slabs, each more than a person’s length, are placed side by side, covered with thick dry grass, serving as a bed. The quilt made of five layers of burlap is heavy and not warm. Beneath the burlap quilt lies a slender-faced youth, his eyes tightly closed, with his thumbs pressing against his temples on both sides.

For eighteen years, entangled in two lifetimes, memories from different periods constantly clash in Bai Dong's mind. Often, after a headache, past memories vividly resurface, allowing him to share countless beautiful stories with his sister. Unfortunately, just a few days later, they fade away, only to be recalled during the next headache. However, the memories belonging to this era are remarkably clear: the childhood years, adolescence, the youthful visage of his mother, and the solitary piece of meat in his bowl during the New Year...

Well, you little rascal

Bai Dong has come to understand that Cao Er has the ambition to turn "One Thousand and One Nights" into a pickled cabbage Korean drama. This notion must be extinguished; otherwise, he will have plenty of stories to concoct in the future, and they will be even more stinky and lengthy than foot-binding cloth. Quickly shift the focus!

The deceased are like this; the past is simply the past. The loved ones, friends, and family of yesteryear have become mere memories. Today, the white building belongs solely to this indistinct era, to this small thatched cottage that could be torn apart by the autumn wind at any moment, and to the warm embrace of my mother

Perhaps it is your brother who dreamed it in his sleep... Grass, remember what your mother said, the stories your brother told you, do not tell the villagers, do you remember

The grass squinted its eyes, quickly forgetting about Alibaba from www.hetushu.com. The elder brother always had many novel stories and fresh vocabulary; the more she listened, the more she felt stifled, longing to share them with her friends in the village. However, her mother forbade it, and her brother did not allow it either. Nevertheless, she still wanted to listen, just like the king in the story, who, enchanted by the tales, could not bear to behead the queen.

However, the grass is very persistent. Every time Bai Dong has any intention of getting close, she pouts and waves her fists in a show of defiance, as if to defend her sovereignty. Whenever her brother has a headache, she runs to the water to catch fish; this is her domain of sovereignty, which even her most beloved brother cannot infringe upon

The grass moved slightly, showing no intention of leaving; instead, it pressed even closer, its head burrowing under Bai Dong's ribs, playfully saying: "Just this last time, dear brother."

The girl removed the towel from the boy's forehead, washed it in the basin of hot water, wrung it out, and placed it back on the boy's head, murmuring: "Brother, please get better soon, the grass really wants to hear you tell stories..."

The warm towel made the young man comfortably moan softly, and his hands, which were pressing against his temples, gradually relaxed.

Bai Dong could only step back and, at Cao Er's request, lie on the bluestone slab by the stream to bask in the sun. The spring sunlight was warm but not scorching, enveloping him gently, reminiscent of a mother's embrace, and also like the soft, warm breath of Cao Er.

The middle-aged woman, her complexion slightly brightened, smiled as she adjusted the oil lamp to a brighter setting. She approached softly, calling out her beloved son's name.

Is it really possible to have everything? Then I would like to hear the story of the magic lamp, brother, please tell it quickly

Mother, my head no longer hurts. It is late at night, please go rest, it is the son's unfilial behavior that has caused you to worry

It really doesn't smell bad, why don't you give it a sniff, brother?

She is only thirteen years old

Have you washed your feet? Didn't your brother tell you that girls should pay attention to personal hygiene? The house lacks everything except water, so why not wash?

Spring has arrived, yet the biting wind still penetrates, leaving one feeling cold. Which historian claimed that ancient China had no distinction between the north and south, and that the climate was warm and temperate? Such statements are utterly nonsensical! The grass stands by the stream, and she says she wants to catch a couple of fish for her brother to nourish his body. As a result, her little feet have turned a dark blue from the cold. Bai Dong truly wishes to bring her back and warm her little feet in his embrace for a lifetime

Although the story of Alibaba is quite fascinating, my brother has even more captivating tales to share. There is a sailor named Sinbad, who experiences numerous exciting adventures during his journeys; and there is also the story of Aladdin and the magic lamp, which is indeed a wonderful item. Whatever one desires, one only needs to speak to it, isn't that something you would like to hear about, Cao'er?

"You little brat, you're almost becoming an old maid and a bookish woman, yet you still behave so unruly. If you don't listen, your brother won't tell you stories anymore, and you'll regret it." Bai Dong laughed as he pushed aside Cao Er's feet, wondering what kind of nonsense this was as he sniffed his sister's little feet.

Bai Dong did not respond. He suddenly felt a pang of sadness; compared to Cao Er, the Aladdin in the story was truly too greedy. He wanted fine wine and delicacies, and he also wanted the magic lamp to conjure up a palace for him. Yet, Cao Er's request was so simple... she merely hoped to have pancakes to eat every day

The middle-aged woman kissed her son's forehead before turning to leave. Her son's filial piety was her greatest treasure, and she should savor and enjoy it; how could it be wasted? However, the child showed no intention of leaving. Upon seeing his mother depart, he immediately took off his grass shoes, revealing a pair of sparkling little feet, clearly not having the bad habit of washing his feet before getting onto the bed. With a cheer, he rushed to Bai Dong's side: "Brother, I want to hear a story. What happened to Alibaba afterward?"

With a cheer, the grass leaped onto the shore, each hand grasping a fish, both over a foot long, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight

A middle-aged woman stood before the young man, appearing to be in her forties, dressed in simple clothes and looking quite distressed, gazing at the boy with some concern. Beside her was a girl, not yet of age, with her hair styled on both sides into two somewhat asymmetrical large buns, held in place by two casually whittled branches.

Hmm, the child remembers, mother can rest assured