My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

Chapter 380 Mortals light up the sea of ​​stars

Fu Jiuxiao has long lost her pride as an emperor.

 Ever 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.

 Can't find any emotion at all.

What defeated him were the little bits and pieces Suisui left behind, those inconspicuous habits.

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

The beauty is no longer here, 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 Sui Sui.

 Grief comes quickly and violently, 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 weakly, and the clay figurine in his hand hung weakly on the ground. The light in his eyes gradually extinguished, and he did not summon the remaining soul of Suisui.

 His mind went blank.

 The rain comes one after another.

　　It fell on his shoulders little by little, wetting the ends of his hair, the skirt of his clothes, and the corners of his eyes.

 Can’t tell whether it’s rain or tears.

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

He even couldn't bear to avoid it.



 He seemed to be overwhelmed by sadness, as if shrouded in despair, and 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 to be...

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, he walked 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 in the middle of the night. She was stooped, holding a lantern in one hand and holding a small statue in the other.

 While walking, she muttered: "Suisui, go home..."

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

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

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

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

There was a squeak.

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

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

 “Suisui, it’s time to go home...”

The creaking sound kept coming.

 The closed door opened, and it lit up like starlight 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 back home…”

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

 Brilliant and bright, never extinguished.

Yan Pingan 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.

“Let’s go together.” Peaceful eyes fell on the statue wrapped in red cloth.

Looking 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.

 So, almost everyone has a statue of the goddess in their home.

Ping An looked stunned and a little moved.

Her ears never run in one direction.

 Her people also loved her deeply.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. 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.

 Hingan 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 dizzy from hunger and becomes extremely weak.

 In the past, her steps were light, she could go up to the sky and into the sea, and she could pick the bright moon with her hands.

Now, my steps are heavy and I eat three meals a day. Yesterday, there was a cool breeze and I even got a cold.

 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 enshrined by the world.

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

　　Mortals who only have this life and no future life.

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

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

 “Because she understands me.”

 Zhou Ling shook her 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 spirit who couldn't have children, even immortal. I watched you grow old, sick and die. 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 in two lives."

 “Becoming a mortal is an 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 values ​​heirs. As the eldest grandson of the Zhou family, he has power over the government and the public. He even abandoned 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 her fingers.

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

 “Go home…”

 “Go home…”

 The sea of ​​​​stars gathers, and all living beings are sincerely thinking of her. The elderly, the frail women, the strong men, and the toddlers all gather their souls for her in the middle of the night.

 A sound of ears penetrates the clouds and penetrates 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?” Fulu Xingjun asked the emperor.

“Just light a lamp and get a statue to gather the soul again? Is it too simple?”

 The Emperor of Heaven shook his head.

 (End of this chapter)