late at night
After Bibi Dong finished her official duties, she put her hand on her forehead and rubbed her temples.
A maid came forward with a bowl of longevity noodles, bowed to Bibi Dong, and explained: "Your Majesty, this bowl of longevity noodles was ordered by the kitchen to be made on this day by Her Majesty the Saint before she was alive."
Tang Xi...longevity noodles...
Bibi Dong looked at the hot bowl of longevity noodles, motioned to the maid to bring it over, and asked her to step back.
Bibi Dong pursed her lips, her eyes a little moved.
The first time he ate longevity noodles was made by Tang Xi himself, and it happened to be his birthday.
She picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. Her mouth was filled with the taste of thick noodles, but it was the most delicious food she had ever eaten.
"Teacher, happy birthday!"
Tang Xi's words seemed to echo in Bibi Dong's ears, and Bibi Dong's eyes instantly turned red.
Bibi Dong didn't know that Tang Xi was obviously dead, but she felt that she was not dead, as if he was still by her side.
Seeing peonies, Bibi Dong would think of Tang Xi's beautiful face wearing peonies; seeing a girl with the same body shape as Tang Xi, Bibi Dong would also think of Tang Xi; seeing other children acting coquettishly, she would think of Tang Xi holding her in his arms. The look of her arms acting coquettishly.
There was a bitterness in her heart, and Bibi Dong didn't understand such a strange feeling.
But she knew that the person who loved her very much was dead.
A crystal teardrop quietly slipped from the corner of Bibi Dong's eye, one drop after another.
Bibi Dong choked while eating the longevity noodles from the bowl, feeling as if her head was covered with a membrane.
When she thought about never seeing Tang Xi again in this life, the empty corner in Bibi Dong's heart felt itchy and suffocating.
"Xiao Xi..." Bibi Dong murmured these familiar words, but Tang Xi was no longer in this world.
…
Qian Renxue sat on the roof watching the gorgeous sunset, holding a diary in her hand. The page she opened was the wish she and Tang Xi had written together.
'The first wish: I hope Xiao Xi can live beyond 25 years old'
And what Tang Xi wrote in his diary
'I hope Xiaoxue can eat delicious food all over the world, travel all over the world, and have fun everywhere. '
Qian Renxue had mixed feelings in her heart. She could feel that she was very sincere and cared about Tang Xi when she wrote this wish, but now when she thinks of Tang Xi, she feels like she is thinking of a stranger.
"Are you still thinking about Tang Xi?" Qian Daoliu came behind Qian Renxue at some point and rubbed Qian Renxue's hair.
"Grandpa," Qian Renxue lowered her eyes sadly, "I don't know what's wrong with me. My relationship with Tang Xi was so good before, but now I can't feel sadness. I even feel sad when I hear the news of her death. I think it’s normal for human beings to grow old, get sick, and die.”
Qian Renxue lowered her head in confusion, "Tell me, am I too cold-blooded?"
"Harm", Qian Daoliu sighed, put his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Xiaoxue, it's not that you are too indifferent, but the time has not come yet. When a person sees the relics left by the dead or her at a certain moment, When you go to a place and realize that she is truly dead and will no longer appear in your life, then sadness will hit us like a tide."
Qian Renxue nodded half-knowingly, looked up at Qian Daoliu and said sincerely, "Well, Grandpa, I will become a god as soon as possible. When the time comes, I will take you to the God Realm to provide for you in your old age."
When looking at his granddaughter's sincere eyes, Qian Daoliu turned his head away with a guilty conscience, but still laughed happily, "Well, Grandpa is very happy. Maybe that day will come."
