"Sister, what is this?"

The brother asked curiously as he pinched the small gourd around his sister's waist.

Xiao Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, then took the small gourd from his purse and handed it to his brother.

The small gourd seems to be made of jade, the kind of jade that is exquisite and clear and has excellent texture. You can vaguely see the water flowing on the small gourd like water drops.

There are tassels hanging on the rain gourd, which looks very beautiful.

only……

There are a little too many small jade gourds.

"One, two, three..."

"Wow, there are nine gourds...they look so good." Each rain gourd is about the size of a finger, extremely delicate and small.

Xiao Zhiyan squinted her eyes and smiled softly and cutely.

"I met a gourd tree in the God Realm, and I picked it off accidentally. Well... I gave it to my brother." He directly strung it up with a red rope and tied it to his brother's wrist.

After a gentle pinch, the rain gourd disappeared.

However, a gourd-like mark appeared on his wrist.

"Don't let others see it. This is our secret." The younger sister hugged her older brother's chubby cheek and gave it a kiss.

The little brother's eyes suddenly brightened: "Then my sister and I will have sex and promise not to tell anyone else."

"This is a gift from my sister." He spoke in a baby voice, looking like a fool.

"This is our secret."

"Let's go see my mother. My mother is so beautiful..."

"Finally, we don't have to go out anymore..." The two children held hands, and the elder brother muttered relaxedly as they walked.

The younger sister looked at her older brother and said, yes, I finally don’t have to go out.

Finally, I don’t have to face all the coveting eyes.

From birth, she knew that she was different from her brother.

My brother is a real mortal.

I can’t remember my mother being forced to die, my father turning bald instantly, or my grandmother vomiting blood.

But she remembers.

After his mother left, his father did not dare to stop for his mother's resurrection.

There are often gods or monsters in the dark, suddenly appearing next to the cradle, with covetous eyes, calculations, and hopes.

They may love themselves and their brother, but their love is mixed with too many things.

Occasionally they would meet each other, and they would fight over who belonged to themselves and their brother.

But no one asked for their opinion.

Maybe, it doesn't matter to them.

Just like my mother back then, because she had great power, she automatically assumed the responsibility of protecting the world.

No one asked her about her choice, and no one cared about her choice.

Later, they began to appear openly and openly.

With their care and consideration, try to get closer to each other.

Even though her brother, who was a fool, thought this was good or that was good, she would never tell him.

She had seen her brother hiding in bed and calling her mother, with red eyes, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.

Afraid that my brother and grandmother would be worried.

Her brother can't live without her parents, and she misses them too.

Daddy can't keep himself.

Then, you can only save yourself.

Her trip almost caused chaos in the three realms.

Come to think of it, no one will appear in front of me for a long time.

How long it can last, I don't know.

The little girl rubbed her ears, trying to block out the inexplicable sounds from the outside world.

Yes, she has been able to hear the sounds of all things since she was born.

You can even hear the consciousness of all animals and plants.

As long as she wants, she can even control this side of the world.

And no one knows all this.

It's like, she was born to belong to this world...

The way of heaven.

Xiao Yanyan pursed her lips and stood nervously in front of the sacrificial hall, hearing the gentle conversation between her father and mother inside the house.

Mother, would you like yourself like this?

She has never really met her mother.

Before knocking on the door, the palace door creaked open.

The brother's eyes were so bright that he wanted to drag her forward, but the sister paused slightly and stood at the door with her head lowered.

Like a child who made a mistake.

"Sister..." my brother shouted softly.

If his sister didn't go in, even if he missed his parents and wanted to cry, he would not let go of his sister's hand.

I am more dependent on my sister than my parents.

The little guy stood firmly in front of his sister.

"It's my mother. She's a fragrant and soft mother. She's a real mother, not a portrait." Her brother whispered in her ear.

"Sister..." The elder brother looked at her with confused eyes.

There is concern and worry in his eyes.

When I was young, other people had parents, but they didn't.

The two of them often lie in the corner and peek at other people's mothers coaxing their children.

At night, the two of them slept hugging pillows.

Quan should be a mother.

Every day when I wake up, the pillow is wet.

Xiao Huaizhi still wanted to say something to his sister, so he asked about the refreshing fragrance of grass and trees.

A gentle hand held his hand, and he was stunned.

Then he saw a woman in a green skirt squatting next to him, her eyes level with him.

Smart eyebrows and familiar face, this is the portrait hanging in my father's study.

The portrait in the dream suddenly appeared before my eyes.

This is a real girl.

A shallow voice, smiling eyes, and gentle eyebrows.

They have watched it countless times and have already remembered it in their hearts.

"Jiuxiao said, you are pregnant with... my eldest son."

Xiao Huaizhi secretly glanced at her mother, who looked better than the portrait.

Fu Zhiyan, on the other hand, kept his head down, not daring to look at his mother.

"My mother secretly took a look at you last time, but because her soul was unstable, she never met you." Suisui sighed. At that time, her soul had just been reunited, and she had just gotten rid of the struggle of constant sacrifice, and everything was uneasy.

.

Fu Jiuxiao didn't dare to let anyone disturb her, for fear of disturbing her restless soul.

Suisui looked at her little daughter's head and couldn't help but step forward and gently hold the child in her arms.

The little body struggled slightly, but it was not intense.

"Yanyan, thank you for your hard work. Mom is back home..." Suisui said these words.

The little girl's eyes suddenly turned red, she lowered her head, and tears fell on the back of Suisui's hands.

Whimpering softly is far more distressing than crying loudly.
To be continued...