My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

Fu Jiuxiao has long lost his pride as an emperor.

Since Suisui left, he has become a body without a soul.

During the day, he handled political affairs in front of officials and told Suisui's story in detail in front of his children. He laughed and he was sad, but only he knew it.

His body was already devastated, and he died with Suisui.

When he first lost Suisui, he couldn't even cry or feel the sadness in his heart.

Like numbness.

Not a trace of emotion could be found.

What defeated him was every bit of Suisui's inconspicuous habits.

The beauty is no longer there, but the table is full of her favorite dishes.

The beauty is no longer there, but the brocade quilt she left behind, the clothes she left behind, the snacks she secretly hid, and the shoes and socks she knitted for him, all gathered together to form a river.

Everything about him is Suisui.

The sadness comes fast and furious, and comes in waves.

She sacrificed for the world, and he sacrificed his soul for Suisui.

He gathered not only Suisui's soul, but also his soul.

At this moment, he was leaning against the wall feebly, and the clay figurine in his hand fell feebly to the ground. The light in his eyes gradually extinguished, and he had not summoned the remaining soul of Suisui.

His mind went blank.

Rain comes one after another.

Little by little it fell on his shoulders, making the ends of his hair wet, the skirt of his clothes, and the corners of his eyes wet.

Can't tell if it's rain or tears.

But she incarnates in all things in the three realms, even the rain is her embrace.

He couldn't even bear to avoid it.

I really want to hug you at all costs.

He seemed to be overwhelmed by sadness and shrouded in despair. He seemed to hear Suisui's sigh in his ears.

He seemed to hear the sudden cry of a pair of children in the palace.

He seems...

He heard footsteps approaching, walking towards him through the rain.

In the endless darkness, a small lamp was lit at some point.

The old lady holding a lantern walked through the rain late at night. She was stooped, holding a lantern in one hand and holding a small statue in the other.

As he walked, he muttered: "Suisui, go home..."

"Playful children, don't forget the way home. Someone at home misses you. Go home...go home." The old man's face was filled with ravines, his expression was melancholy, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life.

She softly called Suisui's name, like calling a child who had played outside and forgotten to come home.

That small lamp broke in unexpectedly, shattering Fu Jiuxiao's self-destruction.

The old man didn't even look at him and walked along the path he walked, calling all the way.

There was a squeak.

At some point, the wooden door of the house beside me opened.

A woman held a lamp, and a man held a small wooden sculpture, following behind the old lady.

"Suisui, it's time to go home..."

The squeaking sound kept coming.

The closed door opened, and it lit up like stars in the dark night.

One small candle after another, like starlight, gathering little by little in the night.

"Sister Suisui, it's time to go home..."

"Don't forget your way home."

"Suisui is home..."

Everyone held a small statue in their hands and held a lamp, gathering into a sea of ​​stars.

Bright and bright, it will never go out.

Yan Ping'an stood in the courtyard, looked up at the bright moon, and let the rain fall on him.

Zhou Ling held a lamp and wrapped a small Buddha statue in red cloth. Her cold eyes fell on Ping An, showing some tenderness.

"go together."

Ping An's eyes fell on the statue wrapped in red cloth.

His eyes were a little confused.

"Grandma said that that day after the empress offered sacrifices to the three realms. The people were shocked by this. In the first seven of the empress, they voluntarily invited a statue for the empress to worship at home." There has been a rumor among the people since ancient times that the soul of the first seven remains. I will miss the world.

After the natural disaster, people's houses were damaged, but no one collected their belongings.

Instead, he prayed devoutly for the empress in the ruins, and using his heart's blood as a guide, he invited the statue back to worship.

Therefore, almost everyone has a statue of the empress in their home.

Ping An looked stunned and a little moved.

Her Suisui never runs in one direction.

Her people also loved her deeply.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and Zhou Ling gently wiped her tears. His fingertips were slightly calloused, which made her feel particularly at ease.

"You, just bring an umbrella. Your mortal body was given by her. Don't break her heart..." Zhou Ling's eyes were slightly red.

Ping An pursed his lips and nodded gently.

The two of them walked in the rain. Zhou Ling was silent for a long time before asking in a low voice: "An'an..." Zhou Ling's voice was low.

Peace became a real mortal.

Once upon a time, An An was immortal and would be full of energy even without eating or drinking.

But now, she occasionally forgets to eat, and even becomes so hungry that she faints and becomes extremely weak.

In the past, she was so light-footed that she could go up to the sky and into the sea, and she could pick the bright moon with her hands.

Nowadays, my steps are heavy and I have to eat three meals a day. Yesterday there was a cool breeze and I even contracted wind chill.

She is a golden lotus planted by the God of Creation himself. As long as she is devoted to the Tao, sooner or later she will become a deity worshiped by the world.

But now, he pulled her into the mud and became a mortal.

There is only this life and no afterlife for mortals.

Zhou Ling saw the haggard look in the corners of her eyes and doubted his love more than once.

Ping An paused: "Do you know why Suisui made me a mortal?"

"Because she understands me."

Zhou Ling shook his head gently: "Love makes people upward, it should not make people fall. I should not be a drag on you."

"You only think that you are a drag. Then I was once a little monster who couldn't have children and was even immortal. I watched you grow old, sick and die, and you still have to bear the pressure of falling in love with someone of the opposite sex. So, am I a drag on you?"

"How is that the same!" Zhou Ling immediately shook his head.

"The road is ruthless and long, so what's the point? I have been a human being in two lives, and I was strangled in the cradle at birth."

"Becoming a mortal is obsession."

"I want to hold hands with you for the rest of my life and stay with you until I grow old. I want to have children with you and live an ordinary life."

"I am not afraid of birth, old age, sickness or death." How could Ping An regret it?

The world valued heirs. As the eldest grandson of the Zhou family, he had all the power in the government and the public. He even gave up his heirs and only wanted to marry her.

How could she want to go back to being that heartless and unjust god?

The gods looked down on all living beings, but she only wanted to protect her young man.

She cannot be a god.

Zhou Ling held her hand tightly and intertwined his fingers with hers.

He didn't say anything, he just held her hand firmly and walked around the city.

"Suisui..."

"Go home..."

"Suisui..."

"Go home..."

The stars gathered in the sea, and all living beings gathered their souls for her in the middle of the night.

A sound of ears penetrates the clouds and the three realms.

The gods looked down at all living beings, and the stars in the world gathered together to light up the lights for her.

"Is this...useful?" Lord Fuluxing asked the emperor.

"You can just light a lamp and get a statue to gather your soul again? Is it too simple?"

The Emperor shook his head.