The girl with pigtails was not afraid at all. Her eyes were clear and bright, like the clear blue sky.
"Dad went to the dock to get stones this morning."
Fengfeng stuck out her tongue and smiled, revealing a pair of small canine teeth. "It rained heavily this morning. Daddy must be hiding outside. He won't be back soon."
Fengfeng said, holding the hot soup and leaning over to the bed, scooping a spoonful and passing it to Fourteen's mouth, "Grandpa, try it quickly, this is made by Fengfeng herself."
“Okay, okay…”
Fourteen took a sip with relief, "Fengfeng, listen to your father and don't come again. What if it's the same as last time..."
"I don't!"
Fengfeng wiped the burns on her hands and said stubbornly, "I was very careful this time. The fire in the stove is out. Nothing will happen. The neighbor aunt is not nice to you at all. If I hadn't come to send her some good things, you would have starved to death, Grandpa."
Feng Feng said, holding Fourteen's old right hand with her small hand, her eyes sparkling, "Grandpa Fourteen, can you tell me the story of Empress Sheng Ji again?"
Fourteen laughed dumbly, "How many times have you heard it? Are you still not tired of it?"
"Why would I get tired of it?"
Fengfeng immediately straightened her back and shouted, "That's a god! Daddy said everything you said was fake, but Fengfeng thinks it's all true!"
Fourteen looked at Fengfeng shouting and screaming with a gentle look in his eyes, so gentle that he seemed a little absent-minded, as if he saw himself as a teenager who didn't know the seriousness of the matter.
When you get older, it’s easy to reminisce about the past.
As his death draws near, his past experiences in the Blazing Flame Sect keep flashing back in his mind. The face that should have been blurry in his memory is now unusually clear.
"Fengfeng."
Fourteen murmured, "Do you think Grandpa... can still wait for her?"
"Of course!"
Feng Feng was full of confidence. "That's a god, how could he die? When Lady Shengji comes back, she will definitely come back to find Grandpa Fourteen."
Fourteen listened to the child's blind words, a hint of bitterness appearing on the corner of his mouth.
He actually knew that Xiang Sheng had died more than 110 years ago.
It’s just that he’s grown old, and the vague dream has become his obsession with not wanting to leave the world.
This trace of obsession supported him and he lived to the age of 141 in a mortal body, which was close to the limit of a Qi-refining cultivator.
The dwindling vitality reminded him all the time that he could not survive this winter.
But he was unwilling to die like this.
The little girl stayed for an hour. Seeing that her father had not returned yet, a trace of worry appeared in her tender eyes and she hurried away with the food box.
Fourteen slowly closed his eyes, and the room returned to dead silence.
But this dead silence did not last long, as it was broken by the sound of a door being pushed open.
Fourteen heard it, but didn't open his eyes. He just thought that the woman who took him in came in to clean.
Widow Wang never said a nice word, but she had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She didn't treat him unfairly, but Fengfeng was too young to understand.
However, Fourteen waited for a long time but never heard Widow Wang say "old thing".
He opened his eyes in some confusion, but saw no one in front of the bed. Turning his head, he only saw a long silhouette on the ground.
Fourteen's mind was shaken and his lips couldn't stop trembling.
Is it her?
Is it her?!
He was so excited that his whole body was shaking. He didn't know where he got the strength to turn over and get out of bed, but he heard a soft sigh in his ear.
Fourteen's movements froze as he slowly raised his head. The woman in front of him looked exactly the same as when he first met her, without any change at all.
He stared blankly, two lines of tears unconsciously flowing from the corners of his eyes.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, but before he could extend it half an inch, Xiang Sheng suddenly grabbed it.
Not an illusion!
Fourteen was ecstatic, but then he suddenly thought of something. He hurriedly pulled out his hands to cover his face, lowered his head and dared not look at Sheng again.
"Hahaha……"
He smiled, tears streaming down his face. "Am I old and ugly now? Xiang Sheng, you must be scared, right?"
Xiang Sheng pursed his lips, trying to keep his tone steady: "No."
"Well, if you say no, then no."
Fourteen simply let go of his hand and raised his head. A glimmer of youth appeared in his cloudy old eyes, and a hint of questioning appeared in his tone: "Where have you been for the past hundred years?"
"I……"
Xiang Sheng had just opened his mouth when Fourteen interrupted him again, "I know you must have some unspeakable difficulties, right?"
Fourteen took out a statue of Ji from beside his pillow and said, "It doesn't look like you at all, but I can only look at it and imagine your situation over the years."
Xiang Sheng took the stone statue, his heart in turmoil.
"You're too late."
Fourteen sighed slightly, then smiled brightly again, "But it's not too late. At least, I can take the news that you're still alive down to tell Sister Qinji."
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