The Rebirth of the National Goddess

"Pengpeng, stop messing around!" Chuxiu came over to stop little Lolita from moving, and said with difficulty, "My sister...is dead."

died?

The little loli widened her eyes.

He looked at Chu Xiu in disbelief.

Will not.

Brother Jin is so powerful.

she will not die.

"Brother Xiu, stop joking..." Little Lolita tried hard to squeeze out a smile, "Brother Jin...isn't she still sleeping there? She didn't die, so you're kidding me, right?"

Chu Xiu cried most directly.

Little Lolita's eyes widened, tears flowed down uncontrollably, her figure was unstable, and she knelt down on the ground directly, her immature face was full of despair.

Her Brother Jin.

It's a big hero.

The rain is getting heavier.

It was already hard to tell whether it was tears or rain on everyone's faces.

During the whole process, Mo Zhixuan was very calm.

He even, together with everyone, carried the ice coffin into the tomb, then picked up the shovel, and began to raise the soil.

Seeing that the soil gradually buried the ice coffin.

"What are you doing!" Little Lolita stood up suddenly, jumped into the grave, covered the ice coffin, and roared, "What are you doing! Are you trying to kill Brother Jin? Stop!"

Little Loli lay on the ice coffin, wiping off the dirt bit by bit with her sleeves, "Brother Jin, don't be afraid, I'll protect you..."

Tears dripped down on the ice coffin drop by drop.

She wants to protect Brother Jin.

Brother Jin used to protect her, but now that she has grown up, she can protect Brother Jin.

As long as she is here, no one is allowed to hurt Brother Jin!

"Pengpeng, don't be like this, Ah Jin has already left, you can let her go to the ground." Tong Zhi also jumped down, trying to take little loli away.

But the little Lolita seemed to be a different person, pushing Tong Zhi away, "Bad guys, you gang of bad guys, don't hurt Brother Jin! If you want to bury Brother Jin, then bury me too!"

"Don't hurt Brother Jin!" Little Lolita shook her shoulders, her vision gradually blurred, "None of you are allowed to hurt Brother Jin!"

"Pengpeng, calm down," Chu Xiu also jumped down, choking with sobs, "My sister... really left! Just let her go with peace of mind and stop messing around, okay?"

Little Lolita always listened to Chu Xiu's words the most, but this time, she turned a deaf ear to Chu Xiu's advice.

"Bad guy! You're also a bad guy! I won't call you Brother Xiu anymore..." Little Lolita wailed loudly, pushing away the dirt from the ice coffin, and said, "Brother Jin, Brother Jin, don't sleep Okay? Hurry up and wake up, Brother Jin..."

But the people in the ice coffin were still indifferent as if they were asleep.

Little loli is very stubborn.

Holding the ice coffin, no one can pull it away.

Mo Zhixuan walked behind the little Lolita, stretched out his hand, and slashed the back of the little Lolita's neck lightly.

Little Lolita's eyes darkened, and she just fell into Chu Xiu's arms.

However, even in a coma, little Lolita's brows were tightly wrinkled.

"Take her back to rest first." Mo Zhixuan raised his eyes to look at Chu Xiu, his voice was light.

Chu Xiu nodded slightly, then walked into the room with little Lolita in her arms.

The funeral is still going on.

During the whole process, there was no other sound except low sobs.

When Chuxiu comes over again.

The tombstone has been erected.

Mo Zhixuan stood in front of the tombstone without saying a word, his expression was solemn, his thin lips were tightly pressed, his back was terribly desolate.

There were obviously other people standing around.

But Chuxiu still noticed his figure at a glance.

There was an aura of despair and desolation all over his body, perhaps only those who had no nostalgia for this world would exude such an aura.

Everyone else was sobbing.

He was the only one who was exceptionally calm and didn't even shed a single tear.

"Mom, my brother, are you okay..." Mo Qingyi walked up to Mrs. Mo and asked in a low voice.

These days.

Mo Zhixuan didn't drink a drop of water, didn't touch a drop of rice, his whole body lost more than a circle, blue stubble had appeared on his chin, his whole body was indescribably decadent.

She had never seen Mo Zhixuan like this.

Mrs. Mo sighed softly, her voice was a little hoarse, "It's okay... your brother... he will definitely survive."

Can you survive?

Mrs. Mo didn't know either. Mo Zhixuan acted too calmly, which frightened Mrs. Mo. Is this...the calm before the storm? He kept it in his heart like this, Mrs. Mo couldn't imagine what kind of explosion Mo Zhixuan would have in the future.

After the funeral.

Mo Zhixuan walked towards the Mo family's ancestral hall holding the spirit card, Mo Qingyi held an umbrella for him beside him, Mo Zhixuan walked all the way, his expression did not change, those deep phoenix eyes seemed to be frozen generally.

When he arrived at the ancestral hall, Mo Zhixuan carefully placed Chu Jin's spirit tablet among the many spirit tablets.

Mo Qingyi just discovered a terrible thing.

On the spirit tablet next to Chu Jin, it was written impressively, 'The spirit seat of my late husband Mo Zhixuan. '

Mo Zhixuan even listed himself as a spirit seat... Only the spirit places of the dead will appear in the ancestral hall.

Obviously, other people in the ancestral hall also noticed this matter.

The air was eerily still.

Mo Qingyi's head was dizzy for a while, and she stepped back a few steps unsteadily. If Duanmuzhe hadn't supported her in time, she would have fallen straight into the burning stove next to her.

"Xuan'er..." In just a few days, Mrs. Mo seemed to have aged more than ten years. She looked at Mo Zhixuan as if she had a thousand words to say.

But Mo Zhixuan seemed to know what she said, and raised his hand gently, signaling her not to speak.

Mrs. Mo sighed softly, she could only keep her mouth shut, she was both helpless and sad, this hurdle, Mo Zhixuan might not be able to overcome it.

"Sister," Tong Zhi wiped away her tears, walked to Mrs. Mo's side, wanted to comfort her, but couldn't.

The men of the Mo family have always been affectionate, and Mo Zhixuan is a paranoid person. No one can change the decisions he made.

unless.

Chu Jin can survive.

Ding Siyu looked at all this, but couldn't hold back, she leaned on Han Zixiu's shoulder and began to cry softly.

Almost everyone was there.

Only Zhao Xian was not there.

The news of Chu Jin's death really hit her too hard, causing her to become insane and often talk nonsense. Everyone was afraid of hitting her again, so they didn't let her attend the funeral.

Chu Jin's death was not announced to the public.

So, no one else knew the news except those close to him.

After the funeral.

Chu Xiu didn't stay at Mo's house, but returned to Huagui Garden.

Zhao Yuan is still waiting for him at home.

My sister is gone.

From now on, he will take good care of his aunt.

Don't let my sister down.

When Chu Xiu arrived home.

Zhao Xian has already prepared meals and is waiting for him.

as usual.

She prepared three sets of dishes.

Give Chuxiu the illusion that her sister is still alive.

"Axiu, are you back from school? Go upstairs and ask your sister to come down for dinner. I have called this girl several times, but she just refuses to come down." Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

Her complexion looked very bad, and there were deep crow's feet in the corners of her eyes.

"Auntie..." Chu Xiu tried her best not to cry, but she couldn't say the remaining words.

My aunt can no longer be stimulated by anything.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Yuan asked nervously, "Did you suffer any grievances at school? Tell auntie, auntie will help you find a teacher."

"No," Chu Xiu shook her head, tried her best to smile, and continued, "It just occurred to me that my sister called me just now, saying that she won't come back for dinner tonight."

"Aren't you coming back?" Zhao Yuan frowned slightly, "This girl, why didn't you tell me if you didn't come back."

"Auntie, let's eat quickly, I'm starving to death." Chu Xiu picked up the bowl, quickly put the rice into her mouth, and swallowed it together with her tears.

The taste is like chewing wax.

Mo's side.

Mo Zhixuan locked himself in the room all the time, staying at home.

The company doesn't care.

It was like this for three days in a row.

Until, the last day.

Xiaobai couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he sneaked into Mo Zhixuan's room, jumped on his shoulder, clung to Mo Zhixuan's ear, and whispered, "Sir, Brother Jin may still be alive, you have to cheer up."

A light suddenly appeared in Mo Zhixuan's eyes that had been gloomy for a long time, "What did you say?"

"I said, Brother Jin is still alive, she must still be alive," Xiaobai said very seriously, "I am a contracted spirit beast of Brother Jin, I can feel Brother Jin's existence, although her breath is very weak, but please believe I, she must be alive."

heard the words.

A light suddenly appeared in Mo Zhixuan's eyes, which were normally dimmed.

From that day on, Mo Zhixuan's whereabouts became erratic.

You can only see him in the middle of the night.

no matter how late.

He will go home.

What if Ah Jin went home and couldn't find him?

He can't make Ah Jin sad.

The latest news on Chu Jin's Weibo is still on the day when she and Mo Zhixuan received their certificates.

Two red books, a pair of diamond rings.

The more than two million comments below are all blessings to her.

However, some of the recent comments mostly go like this:

"Goddess, Goddess, your Weibo is about to grow grass!"

"Damn, Lao Zhi is used to the Goddess abusing dogs every day, and the Goddess suddenly became quiet, as if something was missing..."

"Goddess, please abuse the dog!"

"The head of the Mo family seems to be very quiet."

"The couple are newly married, so of course they don't have time to post on Weibo."

"Suddenly, I have a premonition that the next time the goddess posts on Weibo, will she be showing off her baby?"

"Hahaha, I'm looking forward to the goddess becoming a dazzler!"

"After browsing the goddess' Weibo, I went to browse Boss Mo's Weibo, laughing like a kind old mother the whole time."

"Goddess, Goddess, when will you come back to abuse dogs~"

"Goddess, do you stop loving us after having Boss Mo?"

"I beg the goddess to post a Weibo, even if it's a dog abuser, I'd like to read it!"

In the dim room, the curtains were drawn tightly so that even a fly could not fly in. Mo Zhixuan sat on the sofa, looking down at her Weibo one by one, with a very faint arc raised at the corner of his mouth.

Look at these Weibo.

It felt as if she was still alive.

right.

She must be alive.

Mo Zhixuan's hand holding the phone gradually tightened, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

The wedding room remained as it was, the bright red '囍' was still conspicuous, and her shoes were still on the shoe rack.

Her clothes were still hanging in the closet.

In the air, it seemed that her breath still remained.

Mo Zhixuan's hair was almost completely white, and he just sat on the sofa, looking at his phone and the past, without saying a word.

Mo Qingyi pushed open the door, looked at Mo Zhixuan like this, and suddenly thought of a sentence.

Life is better than death.

Except for him, almost no one believed that Chu Jin was still alive.

They watched Chu Jin's burial with their own eyes.

Seeing it with my own eyes, Chu Jin's face was covered with dirt bit by bit.

Every time she thought of these, she couldn't breathe.

Mo Qingyi stabilized his mind and reached out to press the switch.

With a "snap", a dazzling white light lit up in the room.

Mo Zhixuan looked towards the direction of the light source with a blank expression, and then looked away indifferently as if he hadn't seen Mo Qingyi.

"Brother." Mo Qingyi said softly.

Mo Zhixuan asked in a flat tone, "What's the matter?"

"Brother, someone wants to see you downstairs."

"I don't see." Mo Zhixuan's expression was like stagnant water in the deep sea, without any waves.

Like an ice sculpture, there is no joy, anger, sorrow or joy.

Mo Qingyi glanced at Mo Zhixuan, and continued, "He said he knew about Brother Jin."

"What?" Mo Zhixuan stood up directly, like a dead tree in spring, his voice could not conceal his enthusiasm, "Take me to see him!"

"Okay." Mo Qingyi nodded, with worry in his eyes.

The guy downstairs.

I don't know anyone.

Looking at the dress, he looks a bit like a charlatan, and his words are even more incoherent.

Everyone knew he was a liar.

But Mrs. Mo still let him in.

And, treat each other with courtesy.