Sparks Fly

Autumn God closed his folding fan, leaned forward, and his gaze swept over the row of star ornaments.

He raised his finger, and his fingertip touched several of them.

It was a set of star-shaped ornaments with Moonstone as the main material, featuring a simple and cool design.

These would be more suitable as gifts for your second brother.

The Star God reached out and took the few star ornaments that had been selected into his palm. He looked at them for a moment, nodded, and put them away.

Then he asked, "Which ones do you think are the ugliest?"

Autumn God then pointed to a few more.

The Star God put away the other ornaments, leaving only the few that the Autumn God pointed out were "ugly".

He smiled and said, "Then you choose, but you can only choose one."

Autumn God glanced at Star God, then swung open his folding fan with a "whoosh," the few red maple leaves on the fan swaying with his movement.

"Xing, you call me stingy, but you're just making me look bad, aren't you?"

Star God picked up the cup of Maple Dew Tea that Autumn God had brewed, brought it to his lips, and took a sip. The moment the tea touched his tongue, he turned his head and spat it out, then took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth.

He looked up and asked, "Why does this tea taste so bad? Is it some leftover scrap?"

Autumn God smiled and nodded, saying:

"Yes, these inferior tea leaves are not good enough for my brother, and it's a pity to throw them away."

The Star God placed the handkerchief on the table and said with a forced smile:

So, you're just going to give it to me to drink, huh?

The Star God and the Autumn God stared at each other for a moment, and the air was almost filled with the crackling of tiny sparks.

Just as the Star God turned his gaze back to the star ornaments, the Autumn God, quick as lightning, snapped his folding fan shut, picked up one of the ornaments with his fingers, and slipped it into his sleeve.

"Since I drank my tea, I should at least take something away."

The Star God put away all the remaining star ornaments.

Then, he snapped his fingers, and dozens of brand-new ornaments instantly appeared around him, each one several times more exquisite than the so-called "good-looking" ones from before.

The starlight shimmered and sparkled, the ornaments, some elegant, some luxurious, even causing the Autumn God's folding fan to pause for a moment. However, these ornaments appeared only briefly before vanishing completely with a snap of the Star God's fingers.

"I forgot to mention earlier that the ones I showed you earlier were the ugliest."

The Star God rested his chin on his hand, his eyes curving into two arcs.

The Autumn God and the Star God began to force their smiles again.

The shadows behind the two gods visibly swelled, each emanating a sinister aura that made people afraid to approach.

I don't know how long they stared at each other.

Autumn God broke the deadlock first, unfolding his folding fan, a hint of self-satisfaction in his smile:

"My older brother is the gentlest of all. When we get back, he can make me so many of these little things, as many as I want."

He couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth when he said that.

The Star God snorted, raised his chin, and said:

"Gentle? What's so special about that? My brother seems cold on the outside but is actually very warm on the inside. He looks aloof but is actually extremely gentle, and he especially loves fluffy little animals. You know that kind of cute contrast?"

And so, the Star God and the Autumn God began a long bragging contest about "how great my brother is".

From the gentleness of his brother to the curve of his smile.

From my brother's cooking to my brother's flower garden.

The conversation drifted further and further away, but the volume of their voices grew louder and louder...

Other Gods have no brothers and don't understand this feeling at all, so only they can understand it together.

It is precisely because they understand each other that they can interact with each other occasionally.

However, in the end, the two gods were hoarse from talking.

The Star God no longer found the Maple Dew Tea that he had been complaining about for so long unpalatable; he picked it up and downed it in one gulp. As long as you shut out your sense of smell while drinking, this tea isn't unpalatable.

Autumn God also closed his folding fan, picked up his cup of tea, which had long since gone cold, and slowly took a sip.

He brewed it himself, so naturally he didn't mind.

The two gods simultaneously put down their teacups, exchanged a glance, and read the same thought in each other's eyes.

--The other party is quite difficult to deal with.

Autumn God unleashed his trump card, unfolding his folding fan and saying:

"Hmph, my little brother, Winter God, is also very cute. Oh, by the way, you're the youngest in your family, right? It's a pity you don't have a younger brother, otherwise you might understand how I feel having one."

A look of helplessness appeared on the Star God's face, and he said again:

"Whenever you can't win an argument with me, you bring up your brother."

"That's what happens when we have so many brothers in our family. You can only be envious."

Wuma Xiu looked around and felt a rare moment of peace. Summer God had rushed off to the Sun God Palace early in the morning, saying he wanted to find the Sun God to strengthen their bond.

Autumn God also went out, gently waving his folding fan, and disappeared, leaving behind the words, "Go find the Star God for tea."

After his two younger brothers left, the Spring God Temple fell silent.

He looked away and glanced at his side; the Winter God was sitting quietly beside him.

During this time, the Winter God didn't say much, but silently followed him from the Main Hall to the flower garden, like a quiet little tail.

However, Wuma Xiu never forced him to speak.

Whether quiet or enthusiastic, he's still his younger brother, and he likes him no matter what his personality is.

Wuma Xiu gazed at the Winter God for a while. The spring breeze was gentle, the fragrance of flowers faint, and he unconsciously dozed off for a short while. Half-asleep, he suddenly smelled a rich aroma of wine, a mellow fragrance that seemed familiar... somewhere before?

He opened his eyes and saw the Winter God holding the jar of wine in his arms. His eyes lit up for a moment, though there was still a bit of dirt on his eyelashes.

"Brother, I found a jar of wine while playing around. I want to drink it."

The Winter God held the wine jar, and Wuma Xiu read a hint of expectation in his eyes.

He stared at the strangely familiar wine jar.

If he remembered correctly, this was something God of Wine had secretly buried in his flowerbed many years ago, saying he would dig it up and drink it together when he came to visit him again.

Seeing that Wuma Xiu remained silent, the light in the Winter God's eyes gradually dimmed. He carried the wine jar, walked to the small pit where he had dug it out, squatted down, and prepared to bury the jar back in.

Wuma Xiu reached out and gently grasped his wrist.

"Winter, drink if you want."

The Winter God raised his head, his eyes brightening slightly. He set down the wine jar, opened his arms, and gently embraced Wuma Xiu.

"Thank you, brother."

Seeing him happy, Wuma Xiu was also overjoyed.

As for God of Wine?

Everyone is Old Self; if he agrees, it means the other party agrees.

Given their relationship, the other party shouldn't get angry over just one jar of wine; at worst, they can give each other a gift next time they meet.

Besides, Dongxin is sensitive and rarely asks for anything on her own initiative.

How could he, as the older brother, bear to refuse?