Qian Renxue responded with a vague "hmm".
Qian Xunji hugged her daughter and went upstairs quietly.
In the room, Qian Xunji gently put her daughter on the bed, but did not put her to sleep immediately.
He sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand.
In the palm of his hand, a ray of golden light slowly emerged.
That's Light Soul Power, warm and soft.
As he thought, the light began to change in the palm of his hand -
First there was a little rabbit, jumping around.
Then there is a kitten, stretching.
Then there is a flower, slowly blooming.
Qian Renxue was so sleepy that his eyelids trembled, but when he saw this, he stretched out his little hand and touched the flower made of light.
Warm, like sunshine, like a fire.
Qian Xunji saw that she was interested and became even more excited.
The light changes again.
This time, it condensed into a small figure.
The six wings are stretched out, holy and majestic.
Angel.
Qian Renxue looked at the little Angel of light, and in a daze, the face of Angel suddenly turned into his own face.
That was what she looked like in her previous life.
That's what she used to be.
That was... a look that made her lose everything.
Qian Xunji lowered his head and asked her, "Does it look good?"
Qian Renxue looked at the Angel of light and fell silent.
Then she shook her head.
She stretched out her little hand and gently pushed her father's hand away.
That light Angel, dissipated in the air.
Qian Xunji was stunned for a moment, "Huh? Don't like it?"
Qian Renxue has no answer.
She yawned deliberately and closed her eyes.
Sleepy.
Going to sleep.
Stop asking.
"It turns out I'm sleepy, let's go to sleep."
He left a bedside lamp, and a dim yellow halo enveloped the entire room.
Then he lay down and gently held his daughter in his arms.
Qian Renxue nestled in his warm embrace, eyes closed.
But she didn't fall asleep.
She was thinking about the Angel of light just now.
Angel God.
That was the height she had reached with all her strength in her previous life.
But what about the end?
Grandpa is dead, mother is dead, Spirit Hall is gone, she has lived alone for so many years, and in the end even her body cannot rest in peace.
In this life, she doesn't want to take that road again.
She doesn't want anything like Angel God or anything supreme.
She only wants her grandfather to be alive.
She just wants her mother to be alive.
She just wants her father to be alive.
She just wants this home to be good.
She silently made up her mind.
Then, she fell into a deep sleep.
In the blink of an eye, twenty days passed.
During this time, Bibi Dong, besides taking care of himself, knitted scarves.
Liu Xiulan At first, I was worried that my daughter would be tired after giving birth. It was obvious that she was full of energy and was more focused on knitting than anyone else, so she was left alone.
Qian Renxue also grew up day by day under the careful care of his parents.
When she was first born, she weighed just six pounds, a small lump. Now she has grown to nine pounds, and her little arms and legs are as fleshy as a white-flour bun just out of the cage.
Her appearance gradually opened up, her skin was fair and pink, and her eyebrows were as delicate as a porcelain doll. Anyone who saw her would say, "This girl is so handsome."
That night, heavy snow fell outside the window again.
Snowflakes fell on the window and accumulated a thick layer, but the room was warm and cozy.
Bibi Dong was leaning on the bedside, holding a bamboo needle in his hand and knitting a white scarf intently.
This is already the third piece she has knitted. The first two were gold and light purple, and this one is pure white. The soft cashmere threads shuttled between her fingers, and the texture was smooth and fine.
On the small bed next to her, Qian Renxue was sleeping soundly.
The little person was wrapped in a soft quilt, only half of his face was exposed, and his eyelashes were long and dense.
Bibi Dong After knitting the last stitch, he put away the thread, raised the scarf and looked at it, and curled his lips with satisfaction.
At this moment, there was a slight noise from the small bed.
Bibi Dong turned around and saw her daughter turning over - from lying on her back to lying on her side, and then from lying on her side to crawling.
Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.
"Xiao Xue?"
She put down her scarf and walked gently to the small bed, "Are you awake?"
Qian Renxue opened his eyes and saw his mother's enlarged smiling face.
"Baby is awake?" Bibi Dong leaned over and kissed her soft little face, "Did you sleep soundly?"
Qian Renxue blinked, but before he could react, Bibi Dong lowered his head again, buried his face in her little neck, and took a deep breath.
"Hmm - it smells so good! Why does my Xiao Xue smell so good?"
Qian Renxue was scratched so hard that his little neck shrank.
Bibi Dong raised his head, looked at her pair of black grape-like Big Eye eyes, and felt so soft in his heart.
She reached out to pick her daughter up from the crib and held her in her arms.
"Come, mommy will show you something."
She held her daughter in one hand and picked up the newly knitted white scarf from the bedside with the other hand.
It was specially knitted by her for Qian Renxue, and it was several sizes smaller than an adult scarf.
"Does it look good?"
Bibi Dong waved the scarf in front of her daughter, "Mom, let me try it on you."
She wrapped the small scarf around Qian Renxue's neck and circled it in a circle.
The white cashmere lines the daughter's pink and jade-carved face, making her eyebrows even more delicate.
Bibi Dong's eyes widened when he saw it.
"Why is my Xiao Xue so beautiful?" She kissed her daughter's cheek again, "It's more beautiful than my mother."
Qian Renxue looked down at the small scarf around his neck.
She raised her head, looked at Bibi Dong's smiling face, and raised her lips.
"Giggle--"
A crisp laugh escaped from her mouth.
"Xiao Xue smiled, did you like it very much?"
Qian Renxue nestled in her arms, her little face buried in the soft scarf, and the smile on her lips could not be suppressed.
At this moment, the door was pushed open.
Qian Xunji shook off the snowflakes from his shoulders, walked in with two oil paper bags in his hands.
"It's really snowing outside," he put the oil paper bag on the table.
"Xunji, Xiao Xue just turned over!"