Chapter 1122: Xi Jiu's Gift

The night sky just after rain is like a washed black velvet cloth, clean and clear. Countless bright stars are dotted in the night sky, winding into a river of stars, like a dream.

Ruan Qi took off the coat she was wearing, opened the door and got out of the car.

The fresh air blows in, the star river is dazzling and gorgeous above the head, and the lights of thousands of families overlooking the imperial capital are under the feet.

Ruan Qi was on the top of the mountain, as if immersed in a dreamy universe.

At this time, a pair of hands gently wrapped around her waist.

The man's warm breath lingered in her ears, and her voice was low and lingering, "Does the baby like it?"

The girl immersed in the stars and lights nodded blankly.

"I like it, it's so beautiful..."

Xi Jiu laughed softly.

His hand slipped from the girl's waist, and he held her little hand with his fingers crossed, "Follow me, baby."

Ruan Qi didn't know where the man was taking her, her little face showed a bit of bewilderment. Reluctantly, she glanced at the lights under her feet and the galaxy above her head, and followed the man's footsteps.

The night breeze is refreshing, mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees.

On the narrow mountain road, a tall man took the girl's hand and walked towards the end of the road step by step.

Although there is a starry sky on the mountain, there are no lights. The deeper the mountain road, the denser the trees on both sides, until finally the branches covering the sky completely block the starlight.

Ruan Qi let Xi Jiu hold hands and walked slowly in the dark. Her night vision ability is good, she looked up at the dense bushes around her, and asked curiously: "Jiujiu, where are we going?"

Xi Jiu, who was walking ahead to open the way, gently squeezed her hand, her cold and gentle voice spread out in the dark night.

"Go to our house."

Family?

There was a look of surprise in Ruan Qi's eyes.

She couldn't hold back the curiosity in her heart, and wanted to continue asking, but Xi Jiu, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.

Ruan Qi looked at his back suspiciously, "Jiujiu, why are you..."

Before he finished speaking, warm yellow lights lit up on both sides of the dark mountain road without warning.

Half-person-high white hollow petal street lamps stand quietly on both sides of the mountain road one by one. A string of wind chimes composed of white feathers and colored shells hangs from the hollow petals of the street lamp, swaying quietly in the night wind.

A string of wind chimes was blown by the wind, and the soft feathers caressed Ruan Qi's arm gently.

Somewhat dazed, Ruan Qi grabbed the feather subconsciously, but unexpectedly found that there seemed to be a sugar-pink scroll tied to the lower end of the feather.

She let go of Xi Jiu's hand and slowly opened the scroll.

——May the baby live a safe life.

The man's handwriting was sharp and vigorous, and it was a little more gentle when it fell on the pink scroll.

Ruan Qi recognized who wrote this word at a glance, she looked up at Xi Jiu, "Jiu Jiu, you..." Before she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something, put down the wind chime wrapped in a scroll in her hand, and walked down a street lamp.

She used her fingers to lift the feather wind chime hanging on the street lamp, and there was indeed a paper roll wrapped around the feather at the bottom.

Ruan Qi quickly opened the scroll.

——May the baby have a smooth life.

The little girl's eye circles instantly turned red.

She pursed her lips, and as she walked forward, she unwrapped all the paper rolls under all the street lamps and wind chimes.

May the baby be free from illness and disaster.

May the baby be safe and happy.

May the baby have a worry-free life.

May the baby be happy and forget its worries.

May the baby...

A total of 52 street lamps and 52 strings of wind chimes. On the scrolls of each string of wind chimes, there are wishes written by Xi Jiu himself.

He didn't write that he hoped to have a good relationship with Ruan Qi for a hundred years, and he didn't write that he hoped that Ruan Qi would love him forever. Xi Jiu threw herself away, stroke by stroke, and wrote down the most longed-for prayer in her heart.

I am sour while writing, why do I have to bear this when I am single?