It’s a pity that things have changed and people have changed, everything is over, and tears come before I can speak.
A wet trace was winding downwards, passing by the little fat boy's lips.
He tasted a slightly salty and bitter taste.
The little fat boy squatted down, his eyes blurred with tears, and he had to stretch out his hands to cover his eyes.
But the surging tears slipped through the fingers, hit the ground, and left dark marks.
You are buried in the ground with your bones turned into mud, while I am living in the world with my head covered with snow.
Daddy, these poems you read to me, I never understood their meaning before.
Now every word is precious.
Daddy, Yuer really misses you.
Why is happiness so fragile, why is fate so unpredictable, why is life so fragile and fleeting?
He couldn't cry too loudly because there were many people guarding outside.
The ministers and palace maids who were in charge of the funeral arrangements were waiting for him.
The fat baby didn't even dare to make a sound, only whimpering like complaining.
The wind chimes rang out without any wind, emitting waves of ethereal and clear sounds, which startled the sad fat baby.
His eyes were red and he looked up.
Her eyes became hot and she was about to cry again.
This was when he came back from Quanzhou and bought some conches and shells from the fishermen.
In the memory of college student Yuer, sending wind chimes seems to mean some kind of good wishes.
The little fat boy's eyes widened immediately, and he rolled over in front of 1002, begging him to show him the process of making a wind chime.
Fat Baby, the king of destruction, must have broken countless shells to make such a crude wind chime.
Emperor Mingxi was overjoyed. The fat boy suggested that he hang it in front of his bed, but the emperor said that he wanted to keep such a good thing for himself.
It turns out that everything that belongs to Yu'er is considered priceless by his father.
However, those truly priceless treasures were casually thrown aside by the emperor.
There was a chair here, and the little fat boy walked over and buried himself deeply in the chair.
The moment he sat down, he suddenly discovered that there was a portrait hanging on the wall opposite the chair.
Green mountains and clear waters, three people walking in a row, the scene is very interesting.
This painting was obviously made by the Queen Mother. The little fat boy closed his eyes, as it was very painful here.
Why do you want me to feel more pain?
The fat baby slumped in the chair, like mud, without the strength to get up.
He was about to cry again, so the little fat boy simply raised his arms to cover his eyes.
Such long-lasting remembrance and such indelible pain show the status of the emperor in the little fat boy's heart.
It has nothing to do with personality, appearance, age, or even high status.
Rather, the Holy Spirit's soul shone brightly in his heart, being his eternal sun, a beacon on the lonely sea, and the pillar of his survival.
In front of such a brilliant and selfless soul, even the main system that is one with the emperor has to bow down.
The wind chimes rang again, as if someone was playing them, trying to distract the little fat boy.
Like the crisp sound of ice breaking on the lake, it attracted the fat baby's attention again.
He stared at the wind chimes for a long time, his heart trembling, and said word by word: "Father?"
The little fat boy thought of Emperor Mingxi almost immediately. Buddha said that some people are reincarnated, but my father's obsession has not disappeared. I wonder if he will stay with me for a long time.
The only answer he got was emptiness.
The little fat boy withdrew his gaze dejectedly, wiped his tears, stood up and prepared to walk out of the hall.
This is my father’s private library, his treasures, and everything he loves is related to me.
The fish won't touch it at all.
He had already thought about what to bury his father with.
The little fat boy could hardly pronounce the word "buried with the deceased", and even in his mind he spoke it haltingly.
The crisp wind chimes swayed, like a melodious flute bidding farewell to old friends.
The little fat boy turned around, took a straight look, and left without any reluctance.
A sentence dissipated in the air: "Originally there is nothing, so where can dust gather?"
In the end, it was because he missed his father too much that he saw his father's shadow everywhere.
What he didn't notice was that the moment he turned around, the wind chimes stopped making any sound.
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Amid the mournful music of the Imperial Music Bureau, the fat boy placed the silk figurine given to him by Concubine Shen together with the emperor's clothes, hat, and sword.
This silk figurine is almost made in his likeness, and Fatty has always loved it.
He was so vindictive that he didn’t even care that Concubine Shen had spoken ill of him before.
This was supposed to be unlucky, but no one wanted to spoil the fun.
The little fat boy scooped up the last bit of soil, covered the coffin with it, and watched the burial ceremony in silence.
The court officials were also unaware that the emperor's body was still in the Purple Palace, and His Highness had no taboo and visited it every day.
Why am I still so sad now that I’m facing this cenotaph?
Summer insects cannot talk about ice.
How could they know that this was a child's deepest despair.
If you disappear in the future and cannot meet me, then you and I will sleep together at this moment.
The little fat boy has hope, but is always ready to face the ultimate despair.
No one knew this, they would just think that the little fat boy was being coaxed.
On the seventh day after the new emperor ascended the throne, the ministers came in full force and could not wait to put pressure on the young Emperor Jingyao.
They jointly wrote a petition, claiming to have cleared the court of emperors.
Even some of the originally loyal ministers were instigated by these people, thinking that Jiang Yuanxing had evil intentions and was trying to flatter the emperor in order to gain the position of regent.
What a joke! How can a eunuch dispatch the royal guards at will?
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