Book of Fuxi reunited with Jingwei, and Mount Taixu had a new baby.
It was all good news, so the house was particularly lively tonight.
Book of Fuxi, Fu Hua, and Ji Lin walked around the exquisite dragon-carved tofu on the table, looking at it and marveling at it.
"Oh my goodness, little Angel, you have great skills! I just mentioned it casually, and you really carved it. It turns out that people can't compare with each other."
Book of Fuxi floated to Angel's head, stretched out her little hand to touch it, and looked at Fu Hua and Ji Lin with a squint.
Ji Lin's character is a hero and a vulgar country girl. She has no problem splitting mountains and breaking seas, but when cooking, she is purely explosive. Fu Hua is the kind of person who can cook, but it is just mediocre.
"...Little Book, if you have anything to say, just say it."
"No, no, I didn't think that the great Immortal Jingwei and Emperor Xuanyuan were far inferior to our little Angel in terms of self-care ability!"
Book of Fuxi's smiling expression had a lovely gentleness and sweetness on her small face, with no trace of sarcasm in her voice.
Then Ji Lin shyly touched her head, and Ah Lin also pointed at her fingers behind her and lowered her head with a red face.
The two of them silently moved behind Fu Hua, avoiding Book of Fuxi's gaze.
Fu Hua glanced at the two pitiful sisters behind her, her expression stiffened for a moment, then with a bit of helplessness, she shook her head as if she had long been accustomed to it, and defended her friends:
"Everyone is good at different things, and we can't expect everyone to be proficient in everything. Ji Lin and the others are not talented in cooking, but this does not prevent them from becoming admirable guardians. Of course, Angel is also very good at taking care of people and deserves praise."
Fu Hua praised both sides, doing her best to take into account the feelings of her friends and disciples. Of course, it was also a real and sincere word.
"Jingwei (^▽^)!"×2
Behind her, the blushing sisters grabbed Fu Hua's arms on the left and right, looking at her with starry eyes, just like a newlywed wife seeing her admired husband defending her in front of her mother-in-law—or like a child taken care of by a stepmother meeting her biological mother.
Book of Fuxi curled her lips and spread her hands.
"Ah, yes, yes, you are always full of truths, and everything you say is right."
"Ahem! Anyway, let's eat."
Fu Hua coughed dryly, looked around at the charming girls around her, stretched out her hand to lead them to the dazzling table, and showed a happy smile that only she herself did not notice.
The dinner was exquisite and rich, but not luxurious. It was all common ingredients, silently proclaiming a simple and unpretentious style.
This style originated from Fu Hua. Although it was just a character trait that did not need much explanation for her, Book of Fuxi regarded it as a tradition of Mount Taixu, deeply remembered and adhered to it.
Perhaps, for truly noble people, in terms of material, ordinary things are enough.
...
After dinner, in the quiet and cool mountain courtyard, Angel, Ji Lin, and Ah Lin sat in a row and listened to Fu Hua's stories about the past.
"...Um, don't be so formal, right?" Fu Hua scratched her face dully.
Telling a story is telling a story, but the three serious and expectant little faces in front of her always gave her a subtle sense of standing on the stage to tell a story.
Book of Fuxi carried a teapot that was bigger than her and poured tea for everyone. She fully understood Fu Hua's embarrassment but had no intention of helping in the situation.
Fu Hua looked at the impatient eyes of her apprentices and close friends, shook her head helplessly, put down her restraint, and began to think about where to start.
"If I have to start from the beginning, it would be a very long story. I don't know if I have mentioned it to anyone before, but even if I have, I think it's very rare. However, since you want to know, there is nothing to hide."
Fu Hua lowered her eyes, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Then, many things that emerged in her memories turned that smile into bitterness, and her eyes with a soft smile also dimmed. Fu Hua spoke, with a lost feeling, and said slowly:
"I suffered great mental pressure due to hyperthymesia, so I chose to clean up unimportant memories regularly and only keep the experiences that mattered to me in my heart. Later, some things happened, and my memories were lost passively or actively in accidents and battles. Until now, there's really not much I can tell you."
"But the cause of everything, the darkness and despair 50,000 years ago, is still clearest in my memory now..."
In order to make up for the concealment from Angel and to respond to Ji Lin and Ah Lin's expectations, Fu Hua described the past that has been imprinted in people's hearts to this day.
Previous Era, Flamechasers, Finality, Project Stigma, Project Ember.
It was just a rough introduction, not a very detailed one. Fu Hua herself couldn't tell whether she couldn't remember it or didn't understand it in detail at the beginning.
Despite this, the straightforward words have already outlined a hertory that people cannot let go of for a long time, and also showed the extraordinary image of Fu Hua in her ordinary life.
Book of Fuxi sat on Fu Hua's shoulder, holding her mini but warm teacup and drinking tea.
Although she already knew all this and she even knew it more clearly than Fu Hua, who had lost her memory, But after hearing Fu Hua's calm face telling these things, Book of Fuxi gradually sighed and closed her eyes, silently sticking to Fu Hua's face.
"Little Book, I'm fine, it's all in the past."
"We are all family. You can lie to others, but you can't pretend in front of me. You know best whether it's over or not."
Book of Fuxi scratched Fu Hua's face, and there was a bit of softness in her calm eyes. She couldn't empathize with Fu Hua, but in the long time of getting along, she had already deeply understood the unsolvable pain.
"Little Book..."
Fu Hua was touched.
The understanding eyes and the gentle companionship that was unspoken.
Fu Hua was very familiar with what Book of Fuxi brought, so she easily sank into it.
Pain is something that is shared by someone and endured alone, which is completely different.
Then, before Fu Hua could think about it, two soft and subtle fragrances hit her arms.
"Master!!"
"Jingwei!!!!"
Angel and Ji Lin hugged her with tears in their eyes, rubbing Fu Hua's body hard, forcing her to work hard to maintain a sitting position, with both hands in the air, not knowing whether to push away or hug, and not knowing which one to hug first.
After a while, Fu Hua was at a loss whether to laugh or cry and was in a hurry to comfort the two. The sudden intimacy completely pulled her out of those memories, and she had no time to feel sad.
"It is said that after the worst comes the best. It seems that this blockhead has suffered enough and her luck finally started to change? By the way, why don't you rush over?"
Book of Fuxi, who escaped in time, sat on the Yin-Yang ball, swinging her chubby legs, and looked at Ah Lin with a squint.
Ah Lin scratched her head in embarrassment.
"No, I didn't make it."
"It seems that although you are the same person, there are many differences between you and Ji Lin."
"Hehe, my sister is more direct than me."
"She is also more troublesome than you. Remember, don't learn those bad things from her."
Book of Fuxi taught, glanced at Fu Hua with a helpless smile, and couldn't help shaking her head and laughing.
It's so good to be lively. Our Mount Taixu has always been too deserted—but she has to watch over it. If you just rely on your stupid brain, something like those Seven idiots playing with Edge of Taixuan might happen again.
What kind of idiots are they? They are completely not worthy of touching my immortal! If I had woken up five hundred years earlier...
Book of Fuxi suppressed the anger in her heart and turned to think.
"It's not a big deal to keep rejecting the invitations of the current Shenzou regime and the contemporary martial arts, but Jingwei, Emperor Xuanyuan, and I definitely can't go. It's too easy to become a political signal. But what Angel-chan said..."