Chapter 342 Brother Xiong Xiong is not so fierce anymore
In the suburbs of Beijing, golden wheat waves stretch all the way to the distant skyline, and a clear stream flows by the wheat fields.
A soft blanket was spread on the grass by the river.
A little girl, about five or six years old, was lying on a blanket, concentrating on watching a ladybug that was trying to climb onto a grass stem.
She is as delicate and delicate as a porcelain doll.
The most special thing is her eyes, a pair of purple pupils as clear and deep as amethyst.
"Brother, look."
The little girl suddenly raised her head and shouted crisply to a boy not far away who was weaving grasshoppers out of straw.
"That little bug is about to fall."
The boy was three or four years older than her, and there was already some of his father's shadow in his eyes and eyebrows.
Calm and handsome.
He raised his head and took a look, then lowered his head and continued with the work in his hands.
"Xingyue, don't worry."
"The wind will hold it up."
As soon as he finished speaking, a breeze blew gently from the river.
The ladybug that was about to slip off the grass stem was gently lifted by the breeze and stabilized its body.
Then it spread its wings and flew away buzzing.
"Wow."
The little girl named Xingyue widened her eyes in surprise.
"Brother, you are so amazing! How did you know the wind would come to help it?"
The boy named Nian'an handed a lifelike grasshopper he had woven to his sister.
"I don't know," he said seriously, shaking his head, "but mother knows."
The two children simultaneously turned their eyes to the big willow tree not far away.
Their father and mother were sitting side by side in the shade of a tree.
Xiao Yu was only wearing a moon-white casual dress today, and his long hair was tied up with a simple jade hairpin.
Time seemed to be particularly kind to him, and ten years had not left any trace on his face.
Instead, the once frightening and fierce aura he possessed was polished into something more gentle and restrained.
He was no longer the formidable regent.
He is now just a husband and a father.
Ajiu still looked as pure as she remembered. She leaned on Xiao Yu's shoulder, looking at the endless wheat fields in the distance, her eyes filled with unprecedented tranquility and satisfaction.
"I heard everything."
Xiao Yu turned his head to look at the person in his arms, with a doting smile on his lips.
"The image of us in the eyes of our sons and daughters seems to be a little different."
"My brother is a hero who knows everything. Mother is a fairy who can talk to the wind."
Jiu couldn't help but smile when she heard that. Her smile was warmer than the spring sunshine.
"I'm not talking to the wind," she retorted quietly, "I can only feel it."
"When it blew over me, it felt like it was saying hello to me. It was very comfortable."
Xiao Yu reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Yeah, I feel that too," he said.
"It also told me that my Ah Jiu was in a good mood today."
Ajiu's face turned slightly red, and she buried her head deeper in his arms.
"Brother Xiongxiong," she said sullenly, "you're getting better and better at saying nice things."
"Is there anything wrong?" Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I'm telling the truth."
"By the way, were you secretly helping that little bug again just now?"
"No," Ajiu immediately denied, "It just worked hard on its own."
"I just ask the wind to give it a helping hand when it needs it most."
Looking at her cute look that said "I did it but I won't admit it", Xiao Yu felt his heart was about to melt.
Today's Ajiu is no longer the little girl who needed him to protect her all the time.
Her power has been deeply integrated with this world.
She no longer needed to do anything deliberately.
Her existence itself is the most gentle protection for this world.
"Daddy, Mommy."
Not far away, my daughter Xingyue made a new discovery.
She pointed her little hand at the rolling mountains in the distance and asked curiously.
"Look, isn't there a red flower blooming on the top of that highest mountain?"
"Why can't I see it?" Nian An frowned and tried hard to look in the direction his sister pointed.
That mountain is too far away.
In his vision, there was only a vague indigo outline.
"I saw it," Xingyue said confidently, "It's red, and there are two white butterflies next to it."
Her pair of purple eyes blinked, and the whole world was reflected in the depths of her pupils.
"You kid." Xiao Yu smiled and shook his head.
The daughter inherited Ajiu's unique eyes.
"Daddy." Nian An walked over and looked up at his father. "Why can my sister see so far?"
This is a question that he has been curious about since he was a child.
Xiao Yu did not use any profound explanation. He reached out and gently touched his son's head.
"Because your sister's eyes are used to discover all the beautiful things in this world."
He said gently.
"Just like these hands of yours."
He held his son's small but strong hands.
“It is used to create and protect these beautiful things.”
Nian An nodded, not quite understanding.
Although he is young, the uncles and aunts in the Alliance Parliament all praise him.
It is said that he is calm and capable at a young age, and has the style of his father.
It is said that he was born with a convincing aura of dragon veins.
Is a natural leader.
But Xiao Yu seldom talked to him about those heavy topics about power and responsibility.
He taught him literacy and history.
Teach him that every meal is hard-earned.
Teach him to respect life and be humble.
"Dad," Nian An suddenly asked seriously, "Uncle Chu said that you are the most powerful and most feared person in the world. Is that true?"
Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment.
He glanced at Ajiu who was looking at him and smiled helplessly.
"Chu Xuanyi is such a big mouth."
"Is it true?" Nian An asked.
"Yeah," Xiao Yu nodded without denying it, "I guess so."
"Then why don't you do it now?"
"Because it's not needed anymore." This time it was Ajiu who answered him.
She gave her son a gentle smile.
"Look."
She pointed to the golden wheat fields and the villages in the distance where smoke was rising from chimneys.
"Everyone is doing well now, and everyone is doing what they like and are good at."
"The world no longer needs the most powerful and feared person to protect it."
"So, your father can spend all his time with us."
Nian An looked at his mother and then at his father, and he seemed to understand a little.
"Daddy," he suddenly stretched out his little hands and hugged Xiao Yu's thighs, "I think you are the best now."
Xiao Yu's heart was suddenly hit, feeling sore and soft.
He bent down, picked up his son, and rubbed his face against his son's chubby cheek.
"You're the only one who can talk, brat."
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