Chapter 81 Feather Fan
It was dark all around, like a prison, with the sound of water droplets falling, carrying a cold, chilling feeling that went straight to one's heart.
"Xiaoxiao, I have a headache." A familiar voice, filled with suppressed pain.
I looked around and saw a blurry figure in the darkness.
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with pain. "Xiaoxiao..."
Is he calling me? Is he calling me?
"My head...it hurts so much..." His pale face seemed to be enduring countless pains.
A sudden pang of pain shot through my heart, and I rushed forward, calling out, "Aman!"
The water under my feet was getting deeper and deeper, but I kept walking further and further away. No matter how I walked, I couldn't get closer to him.
I watched his pale lips move as he spoke, but I couldn't hear a word he said.
I can't hear... the C4
In the darkness, I suddenly opened my eyes and found myself lying in bed, fast asleep. I raised my hand to wipe my forehead and saw cold sweat.
It was a dream.
I actually... dreamed about him?
I furrowed my brow slightly, put on my robe, and got out of bed.
The moonlight was bright outside. I stood in the courtyard, gazing at a thin layer of white mist beyond.
For a fleeting moment, I suddenly felt that the figure in bright purple would appear out of nowhere, standing in the thin mist, looking at me with those slightly icy eyes.
I stared blankly for a long time, still completely lost. I smiled, placed a hand on my abdomen, and finally felt relieved. This time, he didn't find me.
Inside my womb, a tiny life is growing. He is my family, my new family.
I just don't know... if his head will still hurt...
"Sister?" Zhao'er's voice suddenly rang out behind me.
I turned around and saw Zhao'er standing at the door, half-hidden in the thin mist, looking at me with some worry.
He stepped forward, holding a thin felt blanket, and draped it over my shoulders.
"It's so cold at night, why did you get up, sister?"
“I had a dream,” I smiled, pulling the felt tighter, then paused and added, “a nightmare.”
I raised my hand and brushed away the glistening mist on his brow. Looking at this beautiful child in front of me, Mr. Shuijing said that he was no ordinary person. So, will this child one day also gallop across the battlefield?
"Xiao Zhao".
"Um?"
What is your biggest wish?
“Together with my sister.” Zhao’er laughed and answered loudly without the slightest hesitation. His eyes shone brightly in the moonlight.
I laughed too, feeling a warmth in my heart.
"Go back to your room and rest. You have to visit your teacher early tomorrow morning." I said with a gentle pat on his head.
"Hmm." Looking at me with her beautiful eyes, the dog suddenly tugged gently at my sleeve. "Sister..."
"What's wrong?" 92
"You'll never leave Zhao'er alone, will you?" Zhao'er asked softly, with a hint of expectation in her voice.
I laughed. "Why are you asking this again?"
"Won't it?" he asked again, looking at me stubbornly.
"Of course not, never." I smiled and assured him, stroking his still-childish cheek.
Zhao'er laughed, looking very happy.
Back in my room, I went straight to sleep and slept soundly through the night without any dreams.
The next morning, I woke up early. It was Zhao'er's first time visiting Mr. Shui Jing, Sima Hui. It was an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people. He was still a child. Perhaps accompanying him would make him less nervous.
“Sir, I brought you some fish soup.” A delicate female voice came from the courtyard.
I was getting dressed and getting out of bed when I looked out the window and saw Xiao Ying.
Zhuge Kongming and Zhao'er both got up and were in the courtyard.
"Fish soup?" Zhuge Kongming seemed somewhat surprised.
"Didn't the master say last time... that he liked the fish soup Xiaoying made..." Xiaoying blushed slightly and said softly with her head down.
Zhuge Kongming paused for a moment, then smiled and took the fish soup from Xiao Ying's hand, "Thank you, Xiao Ying."
"Well then, Xiaoying will go back first." Xiaoying blushed and turned to run out of the yard.
I pushed open the door, and Zhuge Kongming was placing the jar of fish soup, which had been in a food box, on the table.
"Sister," Zhao'er called first.
"There's fish soup to drink." Zhuge Kongming looked up at me, his eyes smiling.
I laughed too and stepped forward. (Young man: Hey, chuckle, some readers are questioning, most pregnant women can't stand the smell of fish, so why do you seem to be pregnant with a weirdo who loves fish soup so much? Chuckle: Pshaw, that's called being different! I'm speechless.)
Looking at the full pot of fish soup, I felt extremely guilty. If Xiaoying knew that I had eaten all this fish soup, I wonder if she would be furious.
After breakfast, Zhuge Kongming and Zhao'er went to Sima Hui's house, and I went along to join in the fun.
As I left the courtyard and walked along a narrow path, I paused for a moment. This was truly a paradise on earth. Maple trees lined the roadside, and in this autumn season, the mountains were ablaze with color, and the forests were dyed in vibrant hues.
As red leaves drifted down, carrying a solemn yet poignant beauty, I felt somewhat breathless.
"The maple forest is beautiful, isn't it?" Zhuge Kongming turned around and smiled as he saw me standing there, stunned.
Standing amidst that maple forest, Zhuge Liang, with his tall hat and wide belt, his eyes like stars, and his handsome appearance, seemed to be looking down upon the world.
I snapped out of my daze, caught up with them, and grinned.
“Miss Pei…”
"Just call me Xiaoxiao." I shrugged indifferently, but finally couldn't stand the flowery language and revealed my true colors, "Always being a lady or a gentleman is exhausting."
"Smile." Zhuge Kongming laughed. "You may also address me as Kongming."
"Kongming!" I grinned and smiled, seizing the opportunity to pull a slightly rough feather fan from my sleeve and wave it in front of him.
Sure enough, he slightly raised his bright eyes and looked at me with some surprise.
I laughed with a bit of pride. I had played Doraemon for a while. Heaven knows how hard it was for me to stuff that feather fan into my sleeve. My arm was so stiff I couldn't bend it anymore.
"Here, take this." I stuffed the feather fan into his hand.
"Huh?" Kongming's gaze became increasingly surprised.
"Let me see the fan." I smiled, unaware of how strange it was to give someone a fan in autumn.
Kongming did as he was told and fanned himself with the feather fan.
A gentle breeze stirs, her hair flutters, and her wide sleeves sway.
I finally understand why Zhuge Liang always carried a feather fan; it's a perfect match. (Voiceover: Only you could give someone a fan as a gift in autumn.)
"So that's its purpose." Kongming laughed, his eyes crinkling with laughter, yet he remained handsome and dashing.
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