Those images depict Chuchu's growth process, from a babbling baby, to a toddler, and now a graceful young woman. Every moment is so clear and so real.
Song Yaqing saw her daughter's hard work and perseverance in practicing, her tenacity and perseverance in the face of difficulties, and her deep attachment and protection for her family.
What surprised Song Yaqing even more was that she saw herself in these images. Whether it was gently coaxing her daughter to sleep or sternly teaching her the principles of life, every scene made her feel extremely kind and warm.
Tears welled up in Song Yaqing's eyes, but she didn't let them fall. She turned to look at Chuchu, only to see her daughter looking at her with a maturity and confidence she had never seen before.
Her eyes widened, a glint of disbelief and surprise mingling as she gently caressed Chuchu's face, as if to confirm this wasn't a dream. "Chuchu, you've grown up to look like this. You're truly breathtakingly beautiful. You've cultivated in the underworld for thousands of years to achieve this otherworldly beauty. It seems time has been especially kind to you."
Chuchu heard this and a gentle smile appeared on her lips, her eyes gleaming with infinite longing for the future. "Yes, mother, I have transcended the cycle of reincarnation. Even ten thousand years cannot leave a mark on me. I wish to share this immortality with you. Mother, do you also yearn to explore the path to immortality? I can seek guidance from the immortals for you, so that you can cross the long river of time with me."
However, Song Yaqing gently shook her head, a gentle yet complex emotion flickering in her eyes. "Chuchu, I appreciate your kindness, but Mom is already over forty years old. For me now, the path of cultivation may seem too far away. The cultivation life described in those stories requires a pure heart and few desires, transcending the mundane world. But my heart is filled with love and responsibility for this world, and a deep concern for you."
"Life, though short, is filled with color and warmth, and every experience is a precious treasure. I am not afraid of aging, nor do I want to lose the true meaning of life and the bonds of emotion for the sake of immortality. A fulfilling and meaningful life is far more precious than an endless life."
In this magical sea of consciousness, mother and daughter cling tightly to each other, witnessing each other's growth and transformation. At this moment, the flowers on the giant tree quietly bloom, releasing a dazzling light, illuminating their path forward.
Song Yaqing was immersed in the images in her sea of consciousness, her heart surging with complex emotions. She spoke softly, her voice trembling with a barely perceptible tremor, "Chu Chu, in those fragments of memories, I also saw your mother, Bi Wu. She was gentle and resilient, just like her name, inspiring endless reverie and peace. Do you... think of her often, too, with a heart filled with longing?"
Chu Chu's body trembled slightly upon hearing this, and ripples formed in her eyes, as if even the air within her sea of consciousness had grown heavy with this deep affection. She tried to calm her emotions, but her voice was still choked with sobs. "Yes, Mom, I miss her terribly. Her smile, her warmth, is the eternal harbor in my heart. But now, to protect the peace of the six realms, she has willingly become the core of the Liuhe Qiankun Formation. That sacrifice makes me both heartbroken and proud. Perhaps, she truly will never be able to return to us, but in my heart, she has never left. Whenever the night is quiet, I always enter my dreams, hoping to reunite with her there. Even just a moment of reunion is enough to warm my entire heart."
At this point, Chuchu's eyes were red, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall. The interweaving of strength and tenderness made Song Yaqing feel even more distressed for her daughter. She reached out and gently stroked Chuchu's head, as if silently giving her comfort and strength.
Chu Lei bounded into the room, yelling about being hungry, his voice filled with the energy and childishness of a child. He stretched out his arms exaggeratedly, as if to embrace the whole world, his eyes gleaming with a longing for maternal love and a hint of dissatisfaction. "Mom, hug me too! You always hold Chu Chu and ignore me. I'm a baby too, I'm only nine!" His coquettish expression, tinged with a hint of seriousness, was hilarious.
Song Yaqing walked forward with a smile, opened her arms and hugged her son tightly, her gentle words like a spring breeze: "Okay, okay, Mommy will hug you now. Our little Leilei is also Mommy's baby." She patted Chu Lei's back gently, her eyes full of pampering and love.
"Have you finished your homework? Little greedy cat, is your stomach growling again?" Song Yaqing asked with a smile, her tone full of pampering and understanding.
Chu Lei nodded vigorously, his little face filled with infinite yearning for food: "Yeah, I want to eat fried chicken, I want it so badly!"
At this time, Chu Chu on the side couldn't help but roll her eyes. A little drama was quietly unfolding in her heart, but she tried to keep calm on her face.
She secretly complained: [He's already 90 pounds at the age of nine, and he's still thinking about fried chicken. Don't you know what losing weight is?] [Eating fried chicken so late at night is so bad for your health!]
However, when these thoughts flashed through her mind, she suddenly realized that she had forgotten the secret that her brother could hear her thoughts. She felt a little embarrassed and quickly covered her mouth to hide it.
Chuchu looked at Chu Lei, a hint of apology and embarrassment flashed in her eyes. She coughed lightly and tried to change the subject: "Well, well, actually, I was just saying it casually. Maybe I should lose weight, right?" There was a bit of unnaturalness in her voice.
Chu Lei suddenly didn't want to eat fried chicken anymore. "Then I should have some fruit, right?"
Chu Chu couldn't help but blurt out, "Fruit is high in sugar, it's not appropriate to eat it at this time."
Chu Lei looked at his mother Song Yaqing for help.
Song Yaqing's smile was filled with doting and understanding for her children. She patted Chu Lei's shoulder gently and said softly, "Leilei, although fruit is good, Chu Chu is right. It's not good to eat too much high-sugar food at night. But don't worry, mom will take you to eat some healthy meat, such as lean meat or chicken breast, which can satisfy your appetite without putting too much burden on your body."
Chu Lei's eyes lit up immediately when he heard this, and he nodded excitedly: "Okay, okay, Mom, I want to eat the chicken breast you make! You make the best!"
After Song Yaqing and Chu Lei quietly left the room, the room became unusually quiet, but Chu Chu's heart was churning like waves.
She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing between how to rescue her mother and how to deal with Chu Mi's thorny problem. These thoughts were like a tangled mess that she couldn't sort out, and she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Tianyi was woken up, and the kitten, with eyes as bright as gems, seemed to sense Chuchu's uneasiness. It slowly climbed out of its nest, yawned, and stretched, its movements as graceful as if it were doing yoga.
It jumped lightly and came to Chuchu's bedside as silently as a fallen leaf floating on the water, looking at her with puzzled eyes.
"Princess Di, it's so late. Everyone should go to bed. Even us cats need to sleep for a long time. Why are you so worried that you can't sleep?"
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