The ice in winter is very long, longer than the icicles that hit the fish.
This reminds me of Xiao Yuan. When Xiao Yuan smiles, he looks like ice in winter.
Yuer said this to Banban, and Daban was startled.
I think that’s because in Yuer’s heart, Xiaoyuan’s smile is warm, beautiful and pretty.
But in the hearts of others, Xiao Yuan is the cold wind, cold stone, and plum blossom.
The plum blossom is very fragrant. Master He said of it: It would rather die with fragrance on the branch than be blown away by the north wind.
From the first moment I heard it, I knew that plum blossom has another name, Xiaoyuan.
If Xiao Yuan is curious, is it wintersweet or red plum?
I’ll tell you about this fish next time.
By the way, I want Otomo to have a good rest.
——Written by Xiao Yuan himself.
The fat baby held the pen and carefully wrote the last stroke.
He often made typos and made a mess of ink, but when he wrote this letter, the paper was clean and the handwriting was neat.
He was like a snow rabbit, lying on the table, blowing air bit by bit, fearing that if he blew too hard, he would dirty the paper.
I'm also afraid that the paper won't dry.
1002 restrained the instinct to talk to him, but most of the time, he would say a few words to the little fat boy even at the risk of his essence escaping.
It’s nothing, the fat baby is just too pitiful to be alone.
I don't know why, but he is so busy now. 1002 feels that if Guaizai is a system, this work attitude is enough to make him the boss of the System Management Bureau.
By then, maybe the crown of 1001 will fall on the head of the little fat boy.
"Did you write a letter to big brother?" 1002 asked knowingly.
He spoke only to divert the little fat boy's attention.
The fat baby rolled his eyes and subconsciously looked around for 1002.
1002, without a physical form, naturally couldn't appear. The little fat boy was depressed for a moment, then replied with a casual tone, "Yeah, for Xiao Yuan. Ding Ding said that parents can't be absent from their children's growth, and absent parents are not good parents. But my Xiao Yuan is the best father. Yu'er will record the missing years in the book, and when the time comes, he will still be a good father."
The emperor pays the most attention to these little things, and the little fat boy knows it.
In order not to make Xiaoyuan sad, Yuer wanted to make up for it all.
In this way, he has always been with me and has never left me.
1002 loves him immensely. Even when faced with the void that even the main system is helpless against, he still dares to fight for that bit of flesh and blood for the little fat cub.
Who can doubt his sincerity?
Because of this, that mechanical heart is always moved by the little fat boy.
He wanted to ask, dear boy, when can you see your big brother?
On that day, at the end of the starry sky, the source of the universe, under the witness of time and rules, the eldest brother fed himself and disappeared at the end of time.
The first generation of gods have died irreversibly, so how can you be sure that you will meet them again?
With those few words from No. 0? A heavy wail emanated from 1002's chest.
He was more inclined to believe that it was just a tactic used by No. 0 to comfort the little fat boy.
Humans are good at lying, and they can divide lies into many categories. Perhaps this is also a kind of good intention.
1002 looked at the hope in his eyes and willingly became No. 0's accomplice: "When Big Brother comes back, he will definitely burst into tears when he sees this."
The fat baby seemed to have seen that scene. When the ink dried, he gently rolled it up and put it into his bamboo tube.
It was a bamboo tube taller than the little fat boy. The governor of southern Fujian was overjoyed to see such a strange bamboo and gave it to the little fat boy as a good omen.
The fat baby wants to give it to his father again.
"Then the fish will use this to collect his tears." The bright little face was filled with longing.
1002 couldn't bear to look at it any longer, and went back to sleep while laughing and changing his mind.
The moment he returned, the little fat boy stared at the direction where 1002 made the sound in a trance. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattice, and the fine orange light sprinkled on him.
Despite such beautiful scenery and warm colors, the little fat boy felt lonely.
Yu'er has been emperor for a year and is now seven years old. How long does he have to be emperor before he can see Xiaoyuan again?
He asked instinctively, but in the next second, like a frightened bird, he confessed: "Yu'er is wrong. I would be willing to be the emperor for a hundred years."
He was afraid that his thoughts would be heard by some being and would inflict punishment on his father.
The confident and flamboyant little emperor was only afraid at this moment.
In the dim orange light, someone let out a heavy sigh.
The little fat boy tidied up his clothes, held a white candle, and went to the main hall.
The emperor's coffin rests there.
Regardless of whether the emperor can hear him or not, the little fat boy not only writes a diary every day, but also recites in front of the emperor's spirit.
He paid attention to every detail, and his voice was so soft, like the buzzing of a mosquito.
Of course, this is just what the little fat boy thinks.
There was a knock on the door. The fat kid who was burning paper said without turning his head: "Come in."
Wu Zhonghe approached quietly and whispered, "Your Highness, Prince An requests an audience."
The little fat boy burned the yellow paper in his hand before getting up. When passing by Wu Zhonghe, the little fat boy tugged at his sleeve.
Wu Zhonghe lowered his head in surprise. Xiaodian hadn't done anything like this in the second half of the year. He was becoming more stable and mature day by day.
Like a real emperor.
The moment he reacted, he wanted to kneel on the ground, but the little fat boy leaned gently on his shoulder and refused to kneel.
"Otomo, you have a lot of gray hair."
This short sentence made Wu Zhonghe speechless and his eyes wet: "I am old enough."
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