Little Baozi loosened his grip on Ji Yue's sleeve, turned his head and looked away, his face full of stubbornness.
Ji Yue took a few steps back, then walked back, knelt down and picked up the little bun.
"Dad will miss Ye'er very much. Ye'er must be good and stop crying." Ji Yue comforted softly. After all, he was his son.
Little Baozi blinked his eyes, sniffed, glanced at Ji Yue, and then turned his head sharply to look away again.
"Yeah." He said with a heavy nasal voice, as if he was choking.
"My father is gone," Ji Yue said.
Little Baozi suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged Ji Yue's neck tightly. Ji Yue looked at him helplessly. Little Baozi opened her eyes wide and said, "Ye'er is waiting for daddy to come back."
After that, the little bun took a sip on Ji Yue's cheek, with some saliva. At that moment, Ji Yue had extremely complicated feelings in her heart, melancholy, helplessness, collapse, pain...these emotions were superimposed together and almost made her feel sad.
He shed tears.
Ji Yue held the little bun and walked towards Qingge. Qingge was sitting at the table, silent, as if she didn't want to say a word.
Ji Yue sighed softly and put the buns on the table. At the same time, Ji Yue put her palms down, her slender hands on the table, leaned over slightly, and kissed Qingge's forehead.
"I haven't married you yet, wait for me."
His endless struggle for faith is not just to give his beloved girl a grand wedding.
This time, Ji Yue really left.
Like a gust of wind coming from the bamboo forest in the mountains, like a cloud in the blue sky.
He walked away lightly, unable to catch the wind, let alone leave the clouds behind.
After Ji Yue left, Qingge remained as calm as ever. She turned her head and looked aside, pursed her lips, and blinked slightly, but did not speak.
After a long time, Qingge touched her belly and looked at Jiuci: "Brother."
"Ah?" Jiu Ci seemed to be stunned, biting his sleeve and immersed in sadness. Now he looked at Qing Ge worriedly.
Qingge suddenly said: "I'm hungry."
Jiu Ci was slightly startled: "Didn't you just eat a big table?"
"I'm hungry." Qingge repeated.
"Why don't you go prepare food for your sister!" Yan Bingtong shouted.
After Jiuci was stunned for a moment, he immediately came to his senses, turned around and left, going to the kitchen to supervise.
The little bun was sitting on the table, his expression was in a trance, and he no longer had the youthful vitality of the past. A hint of darkness quietly passed through his beautiful and coquettish eyes.
The little bun jumped off the table, changed from his usual cute and cute character, and stumbled out as if he was lost.
After leaving the threshold and walking on the corridor, the little bun looked up at the sky and shed two lines of tears.
Little Baozi clenched his fists and wiped away his tears: "Dad said, you can't cry."
Aventurine was worried about Little Baozi and walked out quickly when he saw Little Baozi leaving the house.
Aventurine saw Little Baozi at the end of the corridor. Little Baozi was sitting on the vine-carved railing of the corridor, swaying his legs, and staring blankly ahead with his empty, demonic eyes that seemed to be unable to find any focus.
"What's wrong with Ye'er?" Aventurine asked.
Little Baozi turned to look at Aventurine, and suddenly threw himself into Aventurine's arms and cried loudly. Aventurine was at a loss and only stroked Little Baozi's head, trying to comfort Little Baozi who was on the verge of collapse.
Little Baozi cried for a long time, raised his head, opened his red eyes, choked with sobs and asked: "Uncle Dongling, can you help me find my father back?"
Aventurine pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time, and then said: "Okay."
"Really?"
"real."
"..."
In this way, it turned out to be a joke. After returning to the Qinglian clan, the Qinglian King Aventurine somehow worked hard, concentrated on training, and managed the great country of the Qinglian clan conscientiously. One day, Lao Wendong from the seven clans Why did Aventurine change so much? Aventurine only said: I want to see the Qing Emperor. Afterwards, after passing the news from ten to ten, it turned out that the Qinglian King had an affair with the Qing Emperor. What's more, some Qian clan A girl who claims to be a supporter of Double Youth...
Admittedly, it was just a casual remark made by the little bun.
At this time, Jiuci led the maid into the house and placed the meals on the table one by one, all of which were Qingge's favorite dishes.
When the food was served, Qing Ge was as unmoved as a puppet, his eyes were blank and he was dumbfounded.
"Ge'er, the food has been served." Jiuci said helplessly.
Qingge finally found some clarity, reached out her hand, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating mechanically.
The food didn't taste good, but she kept eating.
A bowl of rice, a plate of vegetables, everyone in the room is watching this scene, the taste is really indescribable.
Qing Ge finished the table of food, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and turned to look at Jiu Ci: "Brother."
"Are you full?" Jiu Ci smiled. Fortunately, fortunately, his sister did not collapse emotionally. She was as calm as ever, as if she had completely accepted it.
The next moment, Jiu Ci's mood fell into the abyss, and Qing Ge said: "I'm hungry."
Even the most ignorant people realized that there was something wrong with Qingge.
Ji Yue left, Qingge didn't shed a tear, didn't cry loudly, and her mood didn't change drastically.
But it is this indifference that makes people feel helpless.
Those meals are no longer delicacies, but human suffering.
She swallowed the sufferings of the world into her belly, but what she filled was the emptiness in her heart.
Qingge uses its own method to relieve the sadness.
"You can't eat any more, you're already full, Ge'er, be obedient." Jiuci held Qingge's hand and said arrogantly.
Even though Qing Ge is a supreme cultivator and has a strong physique as a cultivator, he cannot overeat like this.
"Ge'er, just cry. It's not embarrassing or weak." Yan Bingtong comforted softly. She couldn't bear to look at her daughter like this anymore, and her heart felt as painful as a sword piercing it.
Jiu Ci suppressed Qing Ge's hands. Qing Ge glanced at the restrained wrists, seeming displeased and frowning slightly.
She didn't understand, she didn't cry, make trouble, or hang herself, so why should she be restrained like this?
Qing Ge raised her head and looked at Jiu Ci with red eyes. When she spoke, her voice was not as clear and cold as before, and she felt more aggrieved and helpless: "Brother, I'm so hungry... so hungry..."
"Mom, go cook it for you, Ge'er, don't worry." Yan Bingtong finally couldn't help but walked out, hid her face in pain and entered the kitchen.
Jiu Ci gently wiped away some tears from the end of Qingge's eyes, hugged Qingge, and made Qingge bury her face in Jiu Ci's arms.
"Okay, Mom is going to make you something to eat. Don't make trouble, you won't behave anymore." Jiuci said softly.
"Um."
"..."
The goddess, Dongfang Po and Yan Yu stood aside and watched for a long time. They wanted to step forward to dissuade him, but in the end they remained silent and stayed by their side.
Yan Bingtong prepared meals and brought them to another table, but Yan Bingtong only cooked stomach-warming porridge.
Qingge still ate, but she said she was hungry again after eating, so Yan Bingtong could only follow Qingge's temperament.
At the end of the meal, Qingge walked out of the house and swallowed all the food at once.
At that moment, I felt like I was relieved, and I didn't seem so sad anymore.
Qingge raised her face, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and immediately smiled.