Chapter 4 (2/2)
Since I can be reunited with my sister, it's OK to die
Greedily looking at the closer sister, Fu Rong body a soft, fell down.
”Father, you have to go to yamen tomorrow. Mother, younger brother can't leave you at night, and Xuanxuan, you are young. You should go back first. My brother and I will guard here. If you have anything, I will send for you.” In the neat and solemn hum of chanting sutras, Fu Wan advised again.
”I'm not going.” Nine year old Fu Xuan was sitting by the bed, his small face taut and his two English eyebrows tightly frowning.
Fu Pinyan looked at his little daughter, then looked at his wife, who was the last girl in bed, and sighed: ”sister Wan is right. Su Niang, you should take sister Xuan back first. You are weak. Don't be too thick. You are both ill again. There is nothing wrong with yamen recently. I'll stay here with you. You don't have to worry. ”
Although Qiao was worried about her daughter, there was still a child under the age of one in the main room who needed to be looked after. She nodded and reached for Fu Xuan: ”Xuanxuan is obedient and will come back to see your three sisters tomorrow morning.”
”I'm not going.” Fu Xuan, who had never been fond of crying, bowed her head and cried. She was lying on the bed and refused to go. She wanted to guard her three sisters.
”Main hall, go and see your mother and sister off.” Fu Pinyan frowned.
Father said, Fu Chen came forward to pick up the little sister, while walking out soft voice comfort: ”Xuanxuan obedient, your three sisters are OK, you cry again, be careful tomorrow morning she knows to laugh at you, don't you hate her bullying you?”
The young man's clear and gentle voice gradually disappeared in the chanting voice of monks.
Facing inside, Fu Rong quietly wiped his tears with the quilt corner.
Is she dreaming? How can dreams be so real?
It's not a dream, is it? I pinched myself intermittently for several times, all of which hurt so much.
But if it was not a dream, why did she return to the age of thirteen?
Rebirth after death?