Holy Soul Village
Xiao Wu held Tang San's arm and walked on the path. There were many villagers in simple clothes carrying things on carrying poles, and many people were shouting on the roadside.
A man and a woman ran past Tang San. The girl made a naughty face at the boy and said with a smile: "Brother, come and catch me!"
The boy was a little angry but more helpless, "Sister, please run slower."
This scene left a deep imprint in Tang San's mind. He and Tang Xi had played like this when they were children.
Seeing that Tang San was in a daze, Xiao Wu asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Tang San shook his head and came back to his senses, then took Xiao Wu's hand and walked forward, "I'm fine, I just remembered some things from my childhood."
Xiao Wu lowered her eyes and said silently: "Is it about Tang Xi?"
"Yeah", Tang San responded.
Both of them had a tacit agreement to remain silent at this time. When they heard the news of Tang Xi's death, Tang San and Xiao Wu were extremely calm, and at the same time, they felt deeply guilty.
I should be sad and cry, but my reaction is too calm.
At the end of this path is a simple wooden house, which was the house where Tang San lived when he was a child.
Opening the door, the furnishings in the room remained unchanged, and Tang Xi's room was also still there.
But Tang San felt it was extremely strange, always feeling like something was missing somewhere. When Tang San looked at Tang Xi's room, the emptiness in his heart was even worse.
When he saw the small bench under the stove, Tang San's eyes were full of nostalgia, "Xiao Wu, have you seen that small bench? Tang Xi stood there when he was a child, cooking clumsily, and there is that broom, which he used to have when he was a child. Tang Xi is short and looks silly when she picks up a broom that is taller than her. She takes a nap at noon every day, but she doesn't sleep well and she drools."
Xiao Wu's eyes lit up when she heard "drooling" and she nodded in agreement, "When Tang Xi and I sleep together, she will drool all the time, and she will pull on my body, and she can't get it off no matter how hard I try. So cute."
Tang San couldn't help but laugh out loud. He still remembered the way Tang Xi used her coquettish voice to act coquettishly to him, the way he hid secretly when he was lazy and didn't want to run, and the way he went out to play and made himself look gray.
As he thought about it, Tang San's eyes turned red.
Xiao Wu turned around and hugged Tang San, choking and saying, "Brother, do you think that after you become a god, you really won't be able to be resurrected as Tang Xi said in his letter?"
Tang San shook his head silently, "I'm not sure."
He also knew that many people around him had lost their feelings for Tang Xi like him, and he couldn't imagine what kind of pain he would feel after Tang Xi's death if he regained his feelings for Tang Xi.
He couldn't think of any of this, but he always felt that there was always a longing in his heart that wanted to break through the barrier and affect him.
Wuhun City
After Su Wen lost his soul power, Bibi Dong sent Ju Douluo to protect him.
Su Wen was still wearing the black clothes, and his silver hair was dazzling in the sunlight. His eyes were soft when he looked down at the ring on his index finger.
Peonies are planted all around, and every peony blooms brightly.
Su Wen often stood in front of the peonies, wondering what he was thinking, and often rubbed the ring with his index finger.
Ju Douluo, who was next to him, shook his head helplessly, feeling sorry for his holy son in his heart.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, are you thinking about the Saint again?" Ju Douluo asked.
Su Wen looked confused and lowered his head at a loss, "I don't know, but my mind is full of Tang Xi's figure. I miss her when I eat, I miss her when I sleep, and I miss her when I look at the peonies. But I always feel very dull in my heart, but missing her has almost become an obsession.”
