The heat is in July, and the clothes are given out in September.
As bright as the sun, shining brightly.
Others no longer felt the heat, but the little fat boy was unhappy all day long. After more than two months, he was still living alone in Ziyu Pavilion.
All the ice in the palace was supplied to the little prince, but it was still in short supply.
The emperor was worried for a long time, and the imperial physician took his pulse for two months.
Every time I come to the conclusion that I am in good health.
His Majesty was furious and pointed at the sweaty Crown Prince and said, "Why don't you just crash into the door and die? The Crown Prince is healthy, am I blind?"
The whole hall was silent; you could hear a pin drop.
The emperor became more and more anxious and tyrannical. His former immortal demeanor was gone, and only heavy gloom was buried between his brows.
The power is so great that it is frightening.
The little fat boy probably knew why. He thought he was about to die.
Emotions are constantly being absorbed, lifespan is constantly increasing, but the gray marks never spread.
Gradually, the passion that used to require only one ruby to suppress now requires two.
Death is actually not scary, at least the little fat boy is not afraid of death.
He has received the most partial love in the world and has stood in a position admired by the world. He is the fairy prince in the hearts of the people.
In their eyes, his death was nothing more than a return to the heavens.
A month ago, he always stared at his father's red jade, and a month later, he could only endure it by force.
Every time he said it, his father became sadder, and when they met again, he looked more and more tired.
Pretty father, beautiful father, please stop crying for the fish.
Perhaps because of such heavy thoughts, he often felt sleepy and fell into dreams, and occasionally he would dream of Ding Ding, whom he had been thinking about all the time.
In the pure white space, the two Ding Dings fought fiercely, and cracks appeared in the space.
The fat baby tilted his head, quietly reached out his hand, and poked a crack beside him.
It was such a strange feeling. This dream was so different. He could actually feel this touch.
As for the two Ding Dings who were fighting fiercely, the little fat boy did not stop them.
They often fought and attacked each other.
1002 usually cannot gain the upper hand and will come over and cry after a while.
The little fat boy thought about it and rubbed his cheeks very seriously.
People in the palace said that Yu'er had lost a lot of weight, and Ding Ding liked to stick to here, because she felt uncomfortable lying down when she was thin.
If you knead it, it will become plump.
“Sizzle—”
“Zizi——”
The sound of the electricity was harsh and maddening. The two Ding Dings seemed to be talking to each other, but the fat boy couldn't understand what they were saying.
It was strange. This was his dream, how could it be out of control?
Suddenly someone poked the little fat boy on the back. He lost his balance and flapped his legs, flying forward dozens of meters like gliding.
He arrived in front of the two smoking Ding Dings at the speed of light.
In the dead silence, the little fat boy slowly got up and said to the main system in front of him: "Yu'er dreamed of you again, but this time it's a little different."
He was immersed in his own world, talking to himself: "Can you guys come back soon? The fish misses you very much. Besides, the fish is almost dying!"
The little guy kept talking about dying, but he didn't look sad.
But tears welled up in her eyes: "Come back soon, without Ding Ding, the fish is no longer a fairy. It can't fly, it can't transform, and no one believes in fish anymore."
Even in dreams, fat babies are accustomed to pretending to be pitiful and gain sympathy.
He didn't know how many times he had rehearsed this scene.
Who knows, while acting it out, you might actually encounter it?
So he was sincere.
"Do you want to bind someone else? It doesn't matter, but wait until the fish dies before looking for someone else, okay?" The voice was mournful, and those who heard it cried, and those who saw it felt sad.
At least, He, who was hiding in the dark, had already started sobbing.
The two systems in front of him had become like statues, exuding a coldness as pure as steel.
The little fat boy wiped his tears, turned his head away, and whispered, "I knew I was dreaming."
Dreams also have their benefits, fat babies don’t feel hot.
He ran away in a staggering manner, but was stopped by a mechanical but unbelievable voice.
Those emotions contain complexity, longing, and heartache.
"Little, fat boy, you've lost weight."
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