His gaze fell on the sleeping babies, towards the warm room, and his voice was as soft as the night breeze blowing through the courtyard: "Chen'er's abacus calculates the mundane world and protects the peace of the home; Hengheng's pacifier blocks evil and preserves the innocence of childhood; Yuyu's rainbow carries joy and reflects sincerity; Qiqi's holy light heals pain and warms the heart; Ling'er's number...even if the universe is vast and the rules are endless, at this moment, all we need is to sleep peacefully in this cradle."
The softest part of Su Li's heart was touched. She snuggled up to her husband, feeling the steady strength coming from him, and looked at the world in front of her that was gently shrouded by the stars and the moon.
The lanterns in the corridor emanated a soft, colorful glow, casting warm patches of light on the bluestone slabs. Ah Luo held the sleeping Qibao, humming an ancient lullaby from southern Xinjiang. The subtle sounds of the servants packing up were like white noise in the background of the quiet night.
The abacus in the arms of the eldest child, Su Chen, gave a final twitch, its golden glow completely fading. His little head tilted, and he finally fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, his little hand unconsciously let go of the abacus, but fumbled around and gently grasped the chubby little feet of the second child, Su Heng, who was standing next to him.
Erbao smacked his lips in his sleep and mumbled vaguely: "...Tangtang...for sister..." Then he turned over and hugged the candy jar in his arms tighter, and one of his little feet rested on the rainbow dragon horn of Sanbao Su Yu.
Sanbao mumbled something in his sleep: "...cloud boat...fly high..." The light from the dragon horn flickered slightly, illuminating Erbao's restless little feet.
The starlight flowed silently, passing through the eaves, sprinkling on the sleeping faces of the children, on the quietly standing pickle jar, and on the hugging parents.
All the grandeur, all the meticulous planning, all the holy light rainbows, all the regular star maps, at this moment, return to the depths of this courtyard. The most ordinary breathing and heartbeat return to the warm journey where the stars fall.
Home is the center of the universe, the starting point and end point of eternal numbers.
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