Fulfillment

"I'm snapping out of it."

A hand waved twice in front of Zhangsun Yan's eyes.

He snapped back to reality, meeting Wuma Xiu's face. The other man leaned closer, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"You're still thinking about our brotherhood from back then, aren't you?"

Zhangsun Yan leaned back and teased:

"You bet! Remember how you looked sitting on that swing in that little dress back then? Tsk, I should have taken a picture so you could look at it every day now."

Even now, when Zhangsun Yan thinks back to those days, he feels only heartache and regret. He was so close, so very close, to have a wife. It's a pity he died so young; he only got halfway through his journey to win his wife before he kicked the bucket and went to another world.

However, everything seemed to be predestined.

"Dream on."

When Wuma Xiu heard the other party bring up the events of that year again, his expression immediately became somewhat strange.

It's all his mother's fault.

They insisted on saying that "boys are easier to raise as girls," and forced him to wear little skirts and hair clips, claiming it was a method passed down from the older generation.

She clearly just wanted someone to play dress-up games with her, but she made up this high-sounding excuse.

When he was a child, whenever he was brought out to meet guests, he would be mistaken for a pretty little girl.

But he was too young then to understand.

It wasn't until I grew up that I truly felt uncomfortable.

However, after being mentioned it so often, he gradually became desensitized to it.

It's just women's clothing, isn't it?

It won't cost you anything.

Zhangsun Yan began, "I've resolved all my matters recently. If you need anything..."

Where are my parents and grandparents located?

Wuma Xiu's tone rarely revealed a hint of urgency.

He wanted to see them.

After all these years, his dearest relative, whom he thought he would never see again, is now somewhere he can reach.

How could he not be excited?

Zhangsun Yan, unperturbed by the interruption, clapped his hands, and a portal of light appeared before him. He gestured with his chin toward the portal, his tone tinged with a smug satisfaction, as if he had been prepared all along.

"I know you're anxious, everything's arranged. You'll see when you get there. Besides, I didn't actually make them work or anything. Do you think I'm short a few men? I was just saying it casually, and you're acting like you're chasing after me."

Before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him had already disappeared into the portal of light.

Zhangsun Yan's open mouth remained suspended in mid-air for a long while before he finally closed it.

He stood up, somewhat dejected.

Although I knew I didn't hold a very high place in his heart, this was still far too low!

They didn't even say "goodbye," even though they were close friends who had just Reunion.

Zhangsun Yan shook his head. Everything around him receded like the tide, familiar yet tedious. He thought:

Reunion is perhaps the luckiest thing in the world.

Yes.

Wuma Xiu stood there, stunned, staring at the four people in front of him.

The four people opposite also had red eyes, their eyes brimming with tears.

Over the years, although they have been happy, there has always been a void in their hearts, a longing for their son/grandson. Now that they can truly see each other standing in front of them, they feel that void has finally been filled.

"Xiu'er, you've suffered so much these past years."

It's unclear who spoke first, but their voice was choked with emotion.

The next moment, the family of five huddled together, and no one spoke again.

Ten minutes later, they finally decided to let go.

The four sat together, listening to Wuma Xiu recount his experiences over the years. At the end, Su Xian'er blinked her eyes, which were exceptionally clear after being washed by tears, and asked curiously:

"So, there are still several Xiu'er?"

"Do you want to see your mother?"

Su Xian'er's eyes lit up even more. "I want to see you! I want to see you!"

She had only spoken halfway when she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist. Looking down, she saw a boy who had somehow appeared and was now smilingly hugging her waist, nuzzling his head against her chest.

Su Xian'er was taken aback at first, but based on her son's description of the gods' personalities, she immediately guessed who it was:

"Are you Jiu'er?"

"Yes, it's you, the super, super cute Jiu'er!"

As God of Wine responded, he squeezed closer to the four of them, hugging one after another, as if he wanted to curl himself into a piece of candy and roll into everyone's arms.

However, after going around the circle, God of Wine was still most attached to his grandmother Liu Yingying.

He hugged her tightly and wouldn't let go, calling her "Grandma" sweetly and softly, his eyes curving into two little crescent moons.

Liu Yingying was also delighted by his coaxing, responding softly and gently to his calls of "good grandson," never getting enough of his affection.

Su Xian'er watched enviously from the side, her eyes darting around, when suddenly her wrist tightened as someone gently took her arm.

She turned her head and looked, her eyes widening in surprise.

The person before me was exceptionally beautiful, radiant and captivating; when she smiled, it was as if all the flowers in the world had bloomed.

"Mom, guess who I am?"

Su Xian'er snapped out of her daze, a heart-meltingly loving smile spreading across her face, her eyes brimming with undisguised affection.

"Mei'er, right? You're so pretty. Come here, let Mommy take a good look."

The Goddess of Beauty didn't hesitate, turning left and right, and as Su Xian'er's eyes sparkled, she suddenly asked:

"So, Mom, do you think I'm the best, or are your other sons the best?"

At this moment, the Moon God, who was catching up with Wuma Xiu's father Wuma Sui, the Asura God, who was spending time with Wuma Xiu's grandfather Wuma He, the God of Wine who was always clinging to Liu Yingying, and Wuma Xiu and the Spring God, who had just been separated, all looked over.

Even though Su Xian'er had seen her share of storms over the years, her smile froze in the face of this scene.

But she is no ordinary person after all.

Su Xian'er's eyes darted around, and she took out a dress, unfolded it, and waved it at her six "sons" with a smile:

"Whoever lets Mom dress up is Mom's most obedient and best son."

Upon hearing this, the Moon God looked away, the Asura God's expression stiffened slightly, the Spring God coughed lightly, and Wuma Xiu took half a step back.

Four options were to directly choose to give up.

Only Goddess of Beauty and God of Wine remained standing there, their faces clearly saying, "What's the big deal?"

The Goddess of Beauty wears countless beautiful clothes, including many dresses, so she doesn't care at all.

God of Wine, on the other hand, was carefree and felt quite happy that his mother dressed him.

Su Xian'er didn't give the two gods a chance to speak at all, and directly started arranging condoms.

On the other side, Wuma He was patting the Asura God on the shoulder, his tiger eyes brimming with uncontrollable laughter, his voice booming:

"Good, good, good, as expected of my grandson, he looks so sturdy! Come on, let's spar a bit!"

The Asura God's eyelids twitched, and he shook his head repeatedly.

He doesn't know his own strength; what if he hurts the other person?

But Wuma He refused. He was a proud man, and the more the other party rejected him, the more excited he became. Besides, this grandson was just too much to his liking.

Thus, the mighty Asura God was chased all over the sky by his own grandfather. He swore that this was the only time in his life he had ever retreated in such a disheveled manner.

Unfortunately, he couldn't turn the tables in the end and was forced into a match where he had to hold back his moves the whole time, which was incredibly frustrating.

However, seeing the old man's radiant face after the fight, the Asura God's pent-up frustration dissipated.

Wuma Sui was rather taciturn compared to the other three, but when facing the Moon God, he couldn't help but want to say a few more words.

His son was so quiet that it bothered him a lot.

No matter where you are, if you don't know how to speak well, you're bound to suffer.

The God of Spring God stayed by Liu Yingying's side, holding her wrist, and told her some interesting stories from when she descended to earth, recounting them vividly.

Liu Yingying was amused and kept laughing, saying, "This child is so clever with words."

Wuma Xiu watched all this from afar, and tears of laughter streamed down his face.

This was probably the happiest day of his life.