Chapter 26 Human life is a constant farewell
Not only Qiuqiu was stunned, but the little girl was also stunned.
Maybe it was because Xingxing was so serious that she was miraculously convinced.
"Really? But I don't feel any pain, he didn't hit me." She raised her white and tender little hands, turned them over and over, and then shook her head: "He really didn't hit me."
"You're an idiot." Xingxing said suddenly.
The little girl suddenly became angry and slammed the table with her hands: "How could you scold me?!"
"I didn't hit you, why are you angry?" Xingxing asked her softly.
kid:"……"
"Then, then tell me, when he said he wanted me to be his girlfriend when we grow up, was he scolding me?" The little girl withdrew her red hands from clapping, tears welling up in pain.
In response to her question, Xingxing nodded with particular certainty.
Child: "But you obviously don't even know what a girlfriend is."
Star:"……"
"Forget it, I'll go back and ask my parents and we'll know." The little girl blew her tears into her palms, wiped them away bravely, and said to Xingxing, "If you lie to me, I won't be your good friend anymore."
After saying that, he ran back to his seat.
Xingxing frowned in distress.
He touched the ball that flew out of his pocket and whispered, "I didn't agree."
Why can we just be good friends unilaterally?
Qiuqiu rubbed the child's slightly cold fingertips. Although he didn't understand what happened, he was very partial and comforted him immediately: "It's okay, Xingxing. If you don't like making friends, then we won't make friends. Not every child needs to make friends."
Xingxing nodded, and then asked it about Cheng Qian'an's situation.
Speaking of this, Qiuqiu couldn't help but feel angry.
It angrily relayed everything the boss said to Xingxing, and then snorted very loudly: "This is not fair at all!"
"The world doesn't revolve around one person." Qiuqiu said to Xingxing seriously, "Even in a novel world, it definitely doesn't revolve around the protagonist alone. Don't envy this kind of fate, kid. It's not good at all. Even if he has a smooth life and is loved by everyone, it's still different. All his love, like his life, is stolen!"
Not only did he steal Zhou Chenxing's life, he even stole the life that originally belonged to him.
"Cheng Qian'an who was reborn like this is no longer the real Cheng Qian'an. He was held high by fate, so those who are under fate cannot see that he has changed beyond recognition."
"His soul has long been riddled with holes, but he himself doesn't know it. His frantic greed won't fill him up, but will only make the hole in his heart grow bigger and deeper, eventually turning it into an endless abyss that will devour him."
Qiuqiu seemed to have never been so clear-headed and rational. It squatted in Xingxing's slightly cool palm and emphasized again and again to the children who listened attentively: "Cheng Qi'an is not the protagonist of the world. He is just a despicable thief who steals other people's lives, steals love that does not belong to him, and even steals the body that originally belonged to his younger self."
"Cheng Qi'an is just a product driven by desire and fate. He is no longer himself."
"Xingxing, promise me that no matter which world we go to or what kind of cub we become, you must never become like him. You must always be the star of Uncle Hu and Qiuqiu, not Zhou Chenxing or Li Chenxing."
Qiuqiu's words almost tore apart the sweet coating wrapped around Cheng Qian'an, the protagonist of the original novel, revealing the rotten and tattered inside.
Xingxing takes a long time to react after listening to a long speech. Qiuqiu doesn't rush her, but waits patiently for the child's response.
After about five or six minutes, the child nodded at it with curved eyes: "Okay, stars are stars, stars are not other children."
Qiuqiu flew up and fondled the chubby cheeks of the cub, coaxing him softly, "Xingxing is the best. Xingxing and Qiuqiu will always be best friends."
Xingxing smiled, waited for the ball to fly down, and then caught the small ball of light with both hands.
It's almost time to go home from school.
The moment the school bell rang, all the children in the classroom became restless, twisting their little bodies and looking outside.
The stars also looked out.
There was nothing at the window.
It was not until the teacher led her little hands and led her little ones to line up and walk out slowly that Xingxing saw her mothers, grandmothers and fathers standing outside the school gate, tiptoeing and looking inside.
After successfully handing herself over from the teacher to her father, Xingxing immediately raised her little hand high to let them see the three little red flower stickers on the back of her hand.
One is a little red flower as a reward for Xingxing not crying or making a fuss in the morning.
One is a little red flower that Xingxing gets as a reward for eating and sleeping well at noon.
One is a little red flower that Xingxing gets as a reward for not crying or making a fuss in the afternoon.
"I am the only one who has three." Xingxing hugged Sunflower's father's neck and boasted in a low voice: "Other children have fewer than me."
When they got in the car, Xingxing sat between the two fathers. Amid the parents' continuous praise, she lowered her head and peeled off the little red flower stickers on the back of her hand one by one.
"Dad~" Xingxing raised her little hand.
Both dads looked down at him at the same time.
Xingxing was stunned and turned to look at Father Cheng in a daze.
Cheng Yuling: "...It's okay, don't worry about me, I just bent down to pick up something."
Of course Xingxing knew that Mr. Cheng was lying, but he pursed his lips, looked away guiltily, and then continued to do what he was interrupted for with a little guilt in his heart.
The little red flower sticker was pressed hard on the center of the young man's eyebrows.
When they looked at each other, both father and son smiled with their eyes curved.
After giving Dad a little red flower, Xingxing continued to take off the little red flower stickers on the back of her hand, and then, facing Cheng's father's expectant gaze, she felt a little more guilty, leaned forward, and put a little red flower on the clothes of her grandmother and mother, who were also looking at her with smiling eyes in the passenger seat.
Finally, the child pinched his hands, looked at him shyly, and coaxed him softly with sparkling eyes: "Dad Cheng, Xingxing, work hard tomorrow and I'll give you two, okay?"
Cheng Yuling: “…”
I'm really going to make a fuss!
But looking around the car, he couldn't afford to offend his mother and wife, and he had no right to compete with Xingxing's other father...
"It's okay." Cheng Yuling took a deep breath and pretended to be generous: "Then I will wait for Xingxing's two little red flowers tomorrow."
He emphasized the word "two flowers".
Xingxing clenched her little hands and nodded obediently.
A family dispute that was not fair was thus settled. Xingxing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then pinched the light ball in his pocket and coaxed it in the same soft voice: "Xingxing will earn a lot of little red flowers tomorrow. I'll give two to Dad Cheng, and the rest will be given to Qiuqiu."
Qiuqiu agreed with a hum.
Xingxing herself did not expect that the biggest crisis she would encounter on her first day of kindergarten in the human world would not come from the kindergarten, but from the guardians after school.
When Xingxing thought about so many families waiting for her little red flower, she suddenly felt a strange longing for the noisy kindergarten.
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It’s been several days since Xingxing went to kindergarten.
It was his mother who came to pick him up today.
Xingxing was carrying a small schoolbag filled with snacks stuffed in by his classmates. The weight made his shoulders lean back a little, and he walked like a wobbly little penguin.
The kid who had previously said he wanted to be his good friend has now unilaterally become his good friend.
Not only her, but the entire kindergarten class became good friends of Xingxing.
For no other reason, just because the stars always know what they are thinking.
This ability may seem scary to adults, but in the eyes of children, Xingxing is the most special one. If a child is not feeling well and dare not tell the teacher, Xingxing will help to tell the teacher. If a child loses something, Xingxing can find it. Even if a child secretly wets his pants, Xingxing will know.
All the children competed to be Xingxing’s good friend.
They also know that Xingxing had not actually agreed, but it doesn’t matter. When everyone is on the same starting line, it is the fairest competition!
"Goodbye stars~"
"Brother Xingxing, I will bring you the sweetest oranges tomorrow!"
"Brother Xingxing, I'll bring you grapes that are sweeter than oranges!!"
"Xingxing, this is my mother. Will you come back with me and be my mother's son?"
"No! Xingxing wants to come to my house, I can throw my brother out and exchange him with Xingxing's mother!"
"I can throw my dad out!"
"I can--"
There was suddenly a commotion at the school gate because of the stars. The parents who were singled out to be thrown out looked dark and embarrassed, and finally all eyes were fixed on the culprit.
Xingxing blinked, ignored everyone, and tilted her little face up to smile softly at her mother who was reaching out to take her schoolbag.
Qiuqiu watched this scene and fell into some kind of thought silently.
Is this considered a group favorite script?
However, Cheng Qian'an is the favorite of the rich and powerful. Everyone loves him and is willing to give their lives for him.
And Xingxing is the group darling of the kindergarten. All the children want to take him home, and then naturally throw the least favorite one out of the family???
So the question is: Is this the group’s favorite star or the tool star?
"Is Xingxing happy at school today?" Xu Meng carried the schoolbag in one hand and picked up the child, who was a little heavier and taller than in the previous days, with the other hand.
Xingxing nodded, "Teacher teaches Xingxing to sing~"
"Xingxing, do you like singing?" Xu Meng opened the car door and secured the child in the child seat.
Xingxing nodded, then shook her head: "Mom, I have fun singing, but Xingxing wants to draw~"
Xingxing wants to have a big white canvas with lots of paints and brushes.
"What kind of painting does Xingxing most want to draw?" Xu Meng started the car and asked him with a smile.
Xingxing swung her feet in the air, thought for several seconds, and then answered softly, "Xingxing wants to draw a lot of stars."
Draw happy stars and unhappy stars.
Draw the stars eating and the stars daydreaming.
Many, many different stars need to be drawn.
Then give it to grandma, mom, Sunflower Dad and Cheng Dad.
With the help of Qiuqiu, the remaining stars were mailed to the doomsday world. While everyone was asleep, he sneaked in through the window like Santa Claus in the story, and then placed the stars under the pillows of Uncle Hu and the zombie Zhou Weiguo, in the spider web of Wangwang, and on the grave of Xingxing, so that every human and fellow human who came to visit Xingxing would know that Xingxing was living well and happily in the strange world.
Xingxing still hasn't had a real dream in this world. The only time was when she saw the past of little Zhou Chenxing, but that was Zhou Chenxing's dream, not Xingxing's.
So Xingxing was a little anxious.
He was afraid that if he didn't dream, no one in the doomsday would see him in their dreams. Uncle Hu and the others would definitely look for him desperately in their dreams. If they couldn't find him, those fragile adults, stupid peers, and silly Wangwang would definitely hide in their dreams and cry secretly.
If I could give them the stars I drew, they wouldn’t have to dream so many dreams without stars.
"Mom, I want to draw lots of happy stars, stars that are growing taller, stars that are carrying small school bags, and stars that are eating birthday cakes~"
Every star is a star they have never seen in the doomsday.
"Okay, then when you get back, Mom will find you someone who is good at painting. He will be Xingxing's teacher and teach you how to paint, okay?"
Xu Meng paid attention to the traffic lights ahead, but still answered the children's questions seriously and never perfunctorily.
"Well, thank you, mom~"
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"Xingxing, come and sit here. Your brother and Qiuqiu are sitting next to you."
Three cakes with birthday candles on them were placed on the table in front of Xingxing, lined up in a row, but only the one in the middle was Xingxing's 4th birthday cake.
The one on the right, which also has a 4th birthday candle, belongs to another star.
As for the one on the left of the star, it belongs to Qiuqiu. There are no birthday candles representing age on the door, only a small model made according to the shape of the light ball hand-painted by the star.
In front of their family members who were not watching, the three children were all ready, with bright eyes and serious faces, trying to blow out all the candles in one breath.
Xingxing, wearing a birthday hat, looked up between the flickering candlelight at the adults standing in the darkness clapping their hands and gently singing birthday songs. She took a deep breath, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and began to make a wish.
In the cheerful and gentle birthday song, the three children made their wishes seriously.
Since only the stars could hear them, they all made their wishes very loudly.
The ball was emitting a very beautiful pink and purple light, and it said loudly: "I hope I can be with the stars forever, and always be the stars' number one good friend!"
Little Zhou Chenxing cried out with tears in his eyes: "I hope Brother Xingxing, Mom, Grandma, and Dad will always be happy and live forever!"
After listening to their wishes, Xingxing bowed her head, and in the flickering flames of the birthday candles and under the gentle gaze of the elders, she made a wish in her heart:
"The stars hope that all the stars can see the world that I see."
The stars should strive to visit more worlds, live longer, and then share their birthday wishes every year with the stars that left at the end of the world, giving them many, many wishes so that all their wishes can come true.
Those stars that have never seen the blue sky and white clouds in the laboratory, those stars that talked to the stars and then disappeared quietly while talking...
The stars don't want them to reincarnate so soon because that is a terrible world.
But the stars can accumulate many wishes and give them to them one by one when we go back in the future, or when Uncle Hu makes that world a better place.
After making a wish, Xingxing opened his eyes, and under the blessing gaze of his family, he walked up to his 4-year-old birthday candle and blew it out.
Then I helped blow out Zhou Chenxing's cigarette and also blew out Qiuqiu's cigarette.
"Snap!" The lights in the room suddenly lit up.
"Happy birthday, kids!!"
"Happy birthday, star."
"Happy birthday, brother."
"Xingxing, in this world, we can finally celebrate our real 4th birthday! And then there will be 5th and 6th... so many more years!"
Listening to the many joyful blessings around her ears, Xingxing smelled the sweet scent of the cake, and with her eyes curved, she smiled happily along with everyone else.
Happy birthday, stars.
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In this world constructed by group pet novels, Xingxing lived as a human cub for many, many years.
The first person he sent away was his grandmother, who was leaning on a rattan chair and quietly basking in the warm winter sun.
The old woman already had a head full of silver hair, and her body was covered with stars. In order to prevent the girl from being blown by the wind, he took off his velvet coat and covered her with it. The color was light yellow, the freshest and loveliest color the old lady saw in this deserted garden before she closed her eyes.
Just like the stars I saw for the first time.
Her skinny hands covered with age spots were still gently holding Xingxing's fingers, and before going to bed, she was gently reminding Xingxing to remember to bring an umbrella when going out, because fine, cool snowflakes were already slowly falling from the sky.
When the hand holding his own stopped shaking and lost its strength and temperature, Xingxing heard Qiuqiu's tiny sobs and Zhou Chenxing's collapsed crying.
Xingxing lowered her eyes, and gently held her grandmother's hand, which was quickly cooling down. After warming it up in her bosom, she held it and hid it under the cotton-padded jacket that the old lady was wearing.
Xingxing used the same method to warm up the other hand and put it in.
It seems that in this way, the elderly can walk more comfortably and warmly.
Having lived his entire life as a human being, he still lacks many emotions that a human should have. When even Qiuqiu was sad, Xingxing calmly covered his grandmother with clothes, notified his parents, then bent down and picked up the sleeping old lady along with her coat, carried her to a warmer room, and gently laid her flat on the bed while her body was not completely stiff.
Xingxing personally took every step in preparing her grandmother's remains.
Including personally sending the old man who was full of love for him into the incinerator, and then walking out with the urn in his hands, all of which were done by Xingxing.
It was not until that snowy day when he stood in front of the old woman's tombstone, holding the umbrella his grandmother had told him to wear before going to bed, and looking at his grandmother's name and portrait on the tombstone, that he realized he felt a bone-chilling cold.
From that moment on, he realized that in this world, Xingxing had lost his grandmother who loved him.
“It turns out that human life is a constant farewell.”
The young man, who had grown into a tall and steady man, stood in front of the two tombstones, staring intently at the old names Zhang Yayu and the brand new names Xu Meng on the tombstones. He tilted his head slightly as if he was a child and smiled lightly at the two black-and-white photos that were staring at him.
"Xingxing has hidden the love of her mother and grandmother, so well hidden that no one can take it away."
He knew that before long, he would have to carefully preserve and treasure two other loves.
This is not a prophecy, but a fact that everyone has to face when human life naturally comes to an end.
Qiuqiu said that this separation was very cruel. Little Zhou Chenxing, who still looks like a 3-year-old, cried and begged God not to take his two fathers away.
But the stars are very quiet.
He even saved up his birthday wishes, so he never asked anyone for anything, nor did he feel that such a separation was cruel.
My uncle said that as long as the stars keep the people they love in their hearts and never forget them, they can live forever in the world of stars.
The stars hide everyone very well.
He held the apple and the fruit knife in his long fingers, and with beautiful and neat movements he cut a nice, complete apple.
Cheng Yuling, who was lying on the bed, had long been unable to eat this kind of fruit that required teeth. He was the one who urged Xingxing to peel it for him, and he also insisted on watching Xingxing sit beside his bed and eat it quietly.
It seemed as if all his wishes before he died were to watch his only child sitting by his bed, quietly eating an apple.
"Xingxing..." His voice sounded weak and old.
The young man who was biting on an apple looked up at him obediently, still chewing a small piece of fruit in his mouth.
There was no sadness of parting in Xingxing's eyes, which made Cheng Yuling feel a little relieved.
His eyes were cloudy and his vision had become poor, but he still looked at Xingxing intently. When Xingxing sat there and slowly ate a whole apple, Cheng Yulin's breathing gradually became weaker, but he still tried to reach out his hand and tremblingly held Xingxing's fingers that he had just wiped clean.
"Star……"
He gasped heavily, as if he could no longer utter the next sentence.
But the stars watched over him, and heard his last words, which he uttered in fragments in a discordant voice.
He said: "Xingxing, Daddy has finally protected you for a lifetime."
Finally, I no longer lost my child.
"Perhaps, we didn't expect that I would be the last one to leave." Zhou Xiangyang sat on the sofa and raised his hand to touch his son's head.
It's the same movement as when I was a child, but it feels so difficult to do it now.
Xingxing lowered her head and rubbed her father's trembling hands obediently, leaning against him like she did when she was a child, and replied softly, "Dad, don't be afraid."
Zhou Xiangyang's eyes were filled with tears. He looked at his tall son and coaxed him with a smile, "Okay, Daddy is not afraid, and don't be afraid of the stars either."
"……Um."
They just sat there quietly, just like decades ago when three-year-old Xingxing and her father Sunflower depended on each other for survival, and no one broke the peace.
Until Zhou Xiangyang raised his only hand again, gently stroked his son Qingjun's face, and said softly: "Xingxing, you will live alone in this world from now on, don't be afraid."
"Well, Xingxing is not afraid." Xingxing held her father's shaking hand.
Zhou Xiangyang looked at his son, choked and smiled, and then when Xingxing helped him calm down, he finally closed his eyes in his son's arms with peace of mind.
When we were young, I held you in my arms and accompanied you from dusk to dawn. Now that we are old, you also hold me in your arms, leaving me a brief touch of warmth.
"Dad, I'm not alone."
Xingxing held the old human who had already stopped breathing in her arms, her palm still holding his skinny fingers, and whispered a rebuttal that he would never hear again: "There is also Qiuqiu, and Daddy's other star."
So, don’t be afraid, Dad, and don’t be afraid of the stars.
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