Xia Qianchen took out the "Emperor" and fed it water. It did not move, drooping lifelessly.
"Miss Xia, what should I do? The 'Emperor' is really going to die. Master Emperor will definitely be so sad now."
"He's not so easy to be sad."
"When Young Master Di went out, he was already very sad to see that the 'Emperor' was about to die."
Joke, seeing that the birds are almost dead, they only care about being sad and not feeding them?
"But Mr. Luo said before leaving that the death of the 'Emperor' means that the heart of the Emperor will also die."
Xia Qianchen was silent for a moment. Nangong Shaodi was not that fragile. His heart was extremely strong.
However, watching life die is really unbearable, after all, birds are innocent.
A faint voice suddenly rang: "Did you touch its body hard?"
Xia Qianchen looked at Qianyu and he woke up.
"If you are hard, you will die."
"No hard!"
"It's still angry, open its mouth and feed it with mung bean soup."
"How to make this happen?" Xia Qianchen ordered, "Is there any ready-made mung bean soup?"
"Yes, I'll go and serve it right away!"
Qianyu has always liked birds. I don’t know if it’s related to his name. Since he was a child, he liked to be with people.
No matter what kind of bird you encounter, it will become full of spirituality.
With his help, "Emperor" drank mung bean porridge and gradually began to recover.
"It opens its eyes!" Xia Qianchen smiled, "It is moving, is it alive?"
Xia Qianyu curled her lips lightly: "It was not dead."
"Well, what else do you want to feed it now?"
“It will eat it by itself.”
Qian Yu stroked the bird's head, and the "Emperor", who had always been fierce, seemed to have become much more gentle, and gently flapped his wings...
Qianyu put it on the bed. At first, it would fall after taking a few steps. Just like a newborn child, after letting it drink some mung bean porridge on its own, it began to hover and fly.
When the wings are opened, the tail feather is extremely long, like a mini-version of a phoenix.
It circled around, Qianyu reached out his hand, and it landed on his arm.
Xia Qianchen smiled: "You are still the one who has a bird's fate, so I made some paper cranes for you."
Of course, Xia Qianyu did not miss the colorful paper cranes on the bed.
He picked up one casually: "What did you do?"
"Um."
"Give it to me?"
"I owe you my birthday gift...you won't dislike you."
"What if I dislike it?" He smiled at her.
Xia Qianchen opened his eyes wide: "Do you really dislike it?" She thought he would not dislike it.
"One year you also gave a thousand paper cranes, but it was called the 'Wishing Paper Crane'. A paper crane satisfies one of my wishes. I am so old this year, why are you stingy?"
Xia Qianchen remembered that she gave her a total of ten thousand paper cranes and asked him to find her when she needed help.
The first one, he fought and asked her to help deceive Xia's father;
The second one, his grades were very bad, and it was the parent name she signed on his test paper;
The third one was that he was in trouble at school and stayed in the church. She wrote a 5,000-word repentance letter for him that she had written for him before letting him go home.
The fourth...
Countless colorful memories like paper cranes surged up.
Xia Qianchen smiled: "When you were a child, your wish was so small, of course I can satisfy you. But Qianyu, you are growing up now..."
Xia Qianchen reached out and stroked Xia Qianyu's head.
When he was a child, he was half a head shorter than her, and suddenly he was equal to her, and then he was taller than her...
Until now, he has grown up fast and is a strong and reliable man.
"I dare not make any promises any more, for fear that your wish is too great and I can't fulfill it."
Qian Yu looked at her with a lively look: "I haven't told me my wish yet, how do you know that it can't be realized?"
"I just know."
"Do you know my wish?"
"Maybe I know a little..."
"Tell me, look."
"Maybe I don't know."
"Do you know?"
Xia Qianchen didn't speak, Xia Qianyu stared at her quietly, her beautiful eyes were breathtaking, and any woman would indulge in it and fall in love with it.
His hand gently pushed away her hair that fell on her ears: "Sister, tell me, what is my wish?"
“…”
"Where is the 'Qian Yu' I gave you? Why didn't you take it with you... but turned into this bird?" He smiled mysteriously and said, "I heard that it is called 'Emperor'?"
The implications of this are very clear.
"It and it, if you can only choose one, do you say, who do you choose?"
Xia Qianchen was shocked.
He Liuli looked at her, and once asked her the same question:
[Sister, Leng Tianchen and I, if you can only choose one, who do you choose?]
【Follower, of course it is you.】
【Why?】
[Because you are my relatives... Relatives are forever and will never leave each other. Love is too vague and I don’t feel safe.]
[That sister, you will never get married in your life?]
[Of course I will get married, but after marriage, love will turn into family affection. He will become my relative.]
I don’t know if it’s an orphan since I was a child. Xia Qianchen feels insecure, afraid of believing in people, afraid of falling in love with people, and even more afraid of being abandoned.
In order to prevent this kind of hurt, she is only willing to open her heart to those who love her.
She is a natural trust in her relatives, but she dares not and does not know how to love others.
Why, just when she was shaken by Leng Tianchen's perseverance and was willing to believe in this world and try to love her, he gave her the fatal blow-
[Sister, I will be your lifelong relative.]
【Silly, so do I.】
Xia Qianchen suddenly took Qian Yu's hand and put it back on the quilt: "How is your body feeling? Is it better?"
"You let go of that incident a year ago so quickly?" He finally couldn't help but ask in doubt, "Why are there other men? There are children? Are you serious?"
"Qianyu," Xia Qianchen took a strong breath and closed his eyes, "I'll go find a doctor to come and see you."
The doctor came to check on Xia Qianyu, saying that he had no major problems except for anemia and weak constitution, but he needed to rest. The wound caused him to no longer do anything vigorously.