After Ruan Qiuping walked into the welcoming hall and sat down, he suddenly remembered that Yu Huan did not seem to answer his question about marriage.
Ruan Qiuping looked at Yu Huan, who was walking slowly towards the center of the Conferred God Platform under the attention of the crowd, and suddenly he became curious: Why did the God of Fortune, who had lost all his memories of the mortal world, marry him, Ruan Qiuping? Could it be that the God of Fortune was such a person who resigned himself to fate
"Ah... What's the location..."
Just then, a voice came from the side.
A little boy looked at the seat code on the invitation letter in his hand, his expression so sad that he almost cried.
Ruan Qiuping turned to look at him, feeling quite embarrassed.
There is no need to guess, the girl had worked very hard to get a good seat, but she didn't expect that when she entered the venue, she saw that the VIP seat was next to him, the unlucky guy.
When he thought of his son, Ruan Qiuping suddenly felt uneasy.
He tilted his head to look at Ruan Shengfeng and whispered, "Dad, why don't I just sit down and stand in a corner. There are so many people standing there anyway..."
Ruan Shengfeng had a worried look on his face and didn't know what to do.
"Why are we standing? We have a seat ticket, not a standing ticket?" Xia Fushui frowned unhappily.
Ruan Qiuping: "But..."
But the kid next to him was already blushing.
Besides, the child was still very young and not very tall. He looked to be only about five or six years old.
Ruan Qiuping was really embarrassed to make such a young child cry.
"Then switch places with your sister." Xia Fushui gave the order coldly.
There are four people in their family, sitting next to each other, from left to right are Ruan Qiuping, Ruan Shengfeng, Ruan Dongdong and Xia Fushui.
After Ruan Qiuping and Ruan Dongdong exchanged seats, they sat between Ruan Shengfeng and Xia Fushui.
To be honest, Ruan Qiuping was actually a little afraid of Xia Fushui. After sitting next to Xia Fushui, he even straightened his sitting posture involuntarily.
After a while, a light paper ball flew into Ruan Qiuping's hand using magic.
Ruan Qiuping opened it curiously and saw two lines of neat and beautiful handwriting on it.
"I'm sorry, and thank you." A little man bowing was drawn below.
Ruan Qiuping felt that the scene was familiar, as if Jing Yang had done the same thing to him when they came down to earth to be divided into groups.
He turned his head and found that the kid sitting next to Ruan Dongdong was looking at him apologetically.
Ruan Qiuping was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that this boy not only behaved like Jing Yang, but even his eyebrows were similar to Jing Yang.
There was no paper on his back, so he mouthed to the child and said it was okay.
Ruan Qiuping is the god of bad luck. When people see him, they always hide as if he is some scary monster.
Apart from his unlucky image, Ruan Qiuping's facial features were actually very handsome, especially his eyes, which were black, bright and clear. When he looked at people seriously, they even seemed to be sincere and moving.
The child lowered his head and his ears turned red.
Yu Huan stopped at the center of the Conferred God Platform. He turned his head to look at the audience and happened to see Ruan Qiuping talking to a little girl.
Ruan Qiuping leaned forward and looked at the little girl through Ruan Shengfeng and Ruan Dongdong with a very sincere look. The little girl lowered her head slightly with a flushed cheek.
Yu Huan stared at them for a long time, and his eyes darkened.
It was not until many people followed Yu Huan's gaze and looked curiously at Ruan Qiuping who was sitting in the seat that Yu Huan subconsciously shifted his gaze.
"Qiuping." Xia Fushui beside him suddenly said, "Pay attention to your image."
Ruan Qiuping was confused: "What image?"
"The image of a soon-to-be married woman."
Ruan Qiuping: “…”
No way, he just said something to the little girl.
Xia Fushui's gaze fell on the ring finger of Ruan Qiuping's left hand.
Her eyes darkened slightly, but she didn't say anything.
The Ceremony of Conferring the Gods officially began.
They had a good position next to them, and they could even see the expression on Yu Huan's face clearly.
Yu Huan stood in the center of the Conferred God Platform, with his hands behind his back and a blank expression on his face.
As the eight bells rang out, the sky was covered with clouds and mist, like waves and tides, and the hall was dim and bright, with a magnificent momentum. Until the last bell sounded, it seemed that the whole earth was shaken, and a thousand feet of golden light suddenly appeared from the gaps in the clouds, all scattered on the gloomy sky.
Yu Huan was surrounded by golden light and rose into the air, his eyes slightly closed, floating in the air as if he was entering water.
"Here it comes..." Ruan Shengfeng said excitedly, "Look, son, the reborn is coming!"
"What's the importance?"
"You don't know... Ah, I forgot, you haven't participated in the Conferred God Ceremony." Ruan Shengfeng explained, "The golden light in the clouds will be passed to the Conferred God. One ray of golden light means the first-level god level. The more golden light there is, the more successful he is in his tribulations and the more suffering he has experienced. The suffering he has experienced in his tribulations also has its own rules. They are birth, old age, sickness and death, love and separation, resentment and hatred, failure to obtain what one desires, and the five yins. The eight kinds of suffering will be divided into different golden lights according to the degree of suffering. As long as there are five ray of golden light, one can be conferred a god. On average, those who are successfully conferred a god will have seven ray of golden light. There are very few people who have more than five ray of golden light. However, the Immortal Lord Jing Ziming in history is the person with the highest number of golden lights, with a full five ray of golden light..."
"Jing Ziming..." Ruan Qiuping felt that the name was somewhat familiar. He thought for a long time before he remembered that this immortal seemed to be the one in the legend who, in order to find his lover in the mortal world, gave up half of his cultivation and almost lost his soul, but in the end, after finding his lover, he kept her in the palace as a fairy maid.
"Did the immortal get so much golden light at that time?"
“Yes, but we heard from a buddy in Siming Pavilion that some of his five golden lights were caused by love tribulations. His love and separation, resentment and hatred, and failure to obtain what he wants are all because of the little fairy in his palace now. But she is really fickle. She loved her to death in the mortal world, but after bringing her to heaven, she no longer loved her. She didn’t even marry her, but made her a maid... Let’s not talk about it for now, it’s starting, it’s starting!” Ruan Shengfeng stopped talking, raised his head and looked quickly towards the Conferred God Platform.
The golden light that pierced through the clouds and mist went straight into Yu Huan's heart like a sharp sword, but after it fell in, it dispersed like water ripples, covering Yu Huan with a patch of golden light.
One, two, three, and they are as sharp as golden knives.
Ruan Qiuping's voice trembled a little when he saw it: "Hey... Does it hurt?"
"Why does it hurt? It hurts! This is divine power! Wait, don't interrupt me. I'm counting, seven, eight..."
Ruan Shengfeng became more and more excited as he counted: "… Four, five, six—Oh my god! I broke the record!"
In addition to Ruan Shengfeng, many people in the field became excited. Most of them stood up straight in their seats excitedly. The scene was boiling, even more lively than the sports games that Ruan Qiuping watched on TV in his room.
When the last ray of golden light fell, countless screams came from the entire Welcoming Temple.
Ruan Shengfeng was so excited that he almost wanted to hug Ruan Qiuping, but he held back. He turned around, picked up the bewildered Ruan Dongdong, and threw him high, shouting, "—Two lights and one light! There are actually two lights and one light! Six more than the highest record! Miracle, miracle! He is worthy of being the God of Fortune!!!"
The crowd was in an uproar, with cheers deafening. Some people even took the opportunity to cast magic and set off cannons and fireworks all over the hall.
Amid the clamor, Ruan Qiuping sat in his seat without cheering or shouting.
It's like a black and white photo that stands out among a bunch of festive photos.
He silently looked toward the center of the cheering crowd.
Yu Huan had already fallen from the sky. Having endured too much divine power, his face turned pale. The moment he landed on the ground, he staggered and became a little unstable.
A deep voice came from the clouds: "Welcome to the God of Fortune!"
The sound pushed the atmosphere of the entire Fengshen Temple to a climax, and the cheering people also shouted in unison: "Welcome to the God of Fortune—"
Yu Huan paused for a moment, then gently closed his eyes and stretched out his right hand. A golden light emanated from his palm and shot straight into the sky.
The golden light dispersed all the clouds and mist, and in an instant, the blazing light filled the entire room.
Something glittering with golden light and as bright as fire fell from the sky.
—That is the blessing bestowed by the new god of good fortune.
Everyone hurriedly reached out to receive some blessings, and the cheers were so deafening that they almost pierced people's eardrums.
Ruan Qiuping stood up and walked out.
"Where are you going?" Ruan Shengfeng asked.
"I'm a little bored, I'm going out for a while."
"Then you should get out later, now is..."
But before Ruan Shengfeng could finish his words, he saw Ruan Qiuping leaving without looking back.
Ruan Qiuping couldn't stay any longer.
It's really strange. When Jishen was deified, he had two lights and one golden light. He was a first-class god. It's a good thing that he broke through history and created miracles. It should be celebrated by the whole world.
But Ruan Qiuping just couldn't be happy.
The louder the crowd cheered, the more pain Ruan Qiuping felt in his heart, as if someone was holding a heavy wooden board and hitting his heart hard, and even his breathing stopped.
As he walked out of the welcoming temple, the noisy shouting gradually faded away, but Yu Huan's face flashed in Ruan Qiuping's mind.
Everyone was cheering, two flashes of golden light created history.
Only Ruan Qiuping couldn't help but imagine, what kind of suffering is behind the two rays of golden light
Ruan Qiuping lowered his stuffy chest, leaned his back against the cold and rough wall, and slowly squatted down.
Ruan Qiuping vaguely thought of Yu Huan's appearance when he was eighty-five years old.
At that time, Yu Huan and Ruan Qiuping were sitting in a wheelchair, side by side at the French window, quietly watching the sunset.
At the most beautiful moment in the sky, Yu Huan turned to look at him and whispered softly: "Ruan Ruan, I feel that I have lived a very happy life."
He held Yu Huan's hand at that time, and flowers were blooming in his heart like bubbles.
…
It turned out that Yu Huan had lied to him.
It turned out that he had done nothing to make Yu Huan happy.
It turned out that the suffering that Yu Huan endured broke the record of the entire heaven for thousands of years.
The two rays of golden light pierced into his chest one after another like the sharpest arrows, piercing his heart into a bloody mess.
The golden light told him in the most vivid way how painful and miserable Yu Huan's life was.
Even though the tragedy had passed, even though Yu Huan had been deified, even though all the suffering he had endured had turned into divine power and fed back to his body... Ruan Qiuping still couldn't help but fantasize.
There are eight sufferings in life, two stars and one star of golden light.
When Yu Huan broke his leg and felt the pain of life, how many golden lights did he get
When Yu Huan looked at the gradually increasing age gap between the two and felt the pain of aging in life, how many golden lights did he take
How many golden rays of light did Yu Huan occupy while waiting for him year after year and feeling the pain of love and separation in life
Yu Huan sighed that he was just a mortal and could not stay with Ruan Qiuping forever like the gods. When he felt the pain of life's resentments and hatreds, how many golden lights did he occupy
Yu Huan realized that he did not love him, and wrote in his suicide note: "My life is too short, and I cannot plant a tree in your heart." When he felt the pain of life's unfulfilled desires, how many golden lights did he occupy
In the golden light of the second and the first, how much did Ruan Qiuping bring to Yu Huan
Ruan Qiuping felt a dull pain in his entire heart. He pounded his blocked chest, but instead pounded the ring on his chest.
He took out the ring hanging around his neck.
The ring, which had been worn for five years, already looked old, with the lines a little blurred, but the edges were polished to a brighter shine. It was completely different from the ring on Ruan Qiuping's left hand, which he had worn for only two months.
The comparison between the two is even more cruel.
It's like two people in unequal time and space.
Ruan Qiuping held the ring in both hands and felt as if he was soaking in a pool of warm water. The water submerged his body, his nasal cavity, and his eyes.
"What are you doing in the kitchen?" a voice suddenly called him.
Ruan Qiuping suddenly raised his head and saw that familiar yet distant face.
She is more mature than Yu Huan who is 17 years old, and younger than Yu Huan who is 32 years old.
In a trance, he seemed to see the five years he had missed in Yu Huan's life.
"Ruan Ruan?"
The man called him.
It was Yu Huan. Only Yu Huan would call him that.
Ruan Qiuping's lips trembled, his vision was a little blurry, he whispered softly: "... Can I hug you?"
Ji Shen was stunned where he stood. He nodded his head almost mechanically and helplessly.
The next moment, Ruan Qiuping rushed over with tears in her eyes.
He closed his eyes and hugged Yu Huan tightly.
The new Jishen's pupils constricted, his whole body became a little stiff, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.