His vision was gradually blurred by the rain, and he felt that the rain was squeezing into his eyes, and it was very sore, so he finally squinted his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at the clay figures that were shattered on the ground and splashed by the wind and rain.

After a long while, Fu Su slowly leaned down and squatted down, bowed his head silently, and picked up the broken clay figurines on the ground one by one.

He picked it up, suddenly sensed something, paused, and looked sideways at the carriage......

The little shark climbed out of the pregnancy bead at some point, lying on the side of the car window, holding the edge of the window lattice with his little fingers, and looking at the broken clay figure on the ground with big eyes.

The little shark doesn't seem to be able to react, and it still looks stupid.

But Fu Su remembers clearly that these days when he was kneading the clay figures in the library, once the sun shone in the windowsill, and the little shark learned what he had taught, and moved it to the windowsill to dry with the pinched whip, and he accidentally moved it aside, and the little shark was so anxious that he bit his fingers and asked him to give up the drying position.

Fu Su didn't bother with this naïve little shark, and gave up the entire windowsill to the little shark.

So every time the little shark was able to come out of the pregnancy bead, the first thing was to climb to the windowsill to see the "other side whip".

And now, even the "other side whip" pinched by Xiao Shark himself has been completely broken in two.

Fu Su looked in the direction of the little shark for a moment, and suddenly regretted it.

I regret bringing the little shark here.

Fu Su picked up all the pieces of the clay figurine, put them back in the half-wet box, picked up the umbrella, and walked back to the carriage.

The curtains of the car windows were crumpled and drooping, and the little shark by the window was no longer lying on its stomach.

Fu Su returned to the carriage, put the wet cloak in the corner, and let the subordinates swing back home.

He lifted the curtain and went in, and the pregnancy beads were half-closed, leaving only a small piece of the little shark's coat hanging down the edge.

Fu Su sat down, looked down at the half-closed pregnancy beads for a while, stretched out his fingers and gently tapped the outside, "tuk tuk" twice.

But the little shark in the pregnant bead did not respond, let alone make any movement.

Fu Su had to open the pregnancy beads gently.

The little shark held the little tail and curled up silently in the corner of the pregnant pearl, the merman's ears were tucked into the soft fluffy short hair, and the little puppet had been placed on the other side of the pregnant pearl, and the little shark was lonely.

Fu Su reached out and touched the little shark's head, but the little shark still didn't react.

"Actually, when you get it back, you can reassemble and repair the clay figurines." Fu Su was still lukewarm when he spoke, but he was already trying to coax the little shark.

The little shark still didn't move.

Fu Su thought that Xiao Shark might not believe it, so he thought that he would repair it when he went back and showed it to Xiao Shark.

When I arrived at the palace, it was already late at night.

After returning to the room, Fu Su fished the little shark out of the pregnancy beads.

Previously, in order to bring the little shark out today, Fu Su specially gave the little shark a yuan breath in advance, afraid that the little shark would starve on the way to the National Teacher's Mansion, and then returned to the mansion, Fu Su just wanted to pick up the little shark and feed the little guy to drink milk, but as soon as he picked it up, he saw the pitiful appearance of the little shark crying and falling asleep in the past.

The little pillow in the pregnancy bead was wet with crying, and the little shark's face was even more wet and undried tears.

Fu Su was silent for a while, hugged the little shark back to the couch, lowered his eyes and looked at the little shark who was crying and his hair was messy and sticky, and wiped the tears off the little shark's face.

Fu Su thought that the little shark should be hungry, and he didn't feel at ease to throw the little shark in the room, so he took the little shark to cook milk.

During this period, the little shark lay on the shoulder and neck of Fu Su, hugged Fu Su's neck, his small mouth was flattened, and he shed tears on the ground, and he didn't cry.

The tears were blurry, and he couldn't see clearly, so he buried his little face, rubbed his eyes with the collar of the brush, and then continued to cry.

And Fu Su looked calm and calm on the surface, as if nothing had happened, but even if it was such a familiar thing as boiling milk, he still forgot the steps, so that he poured it out and cooked the milk again before he could open the pot.

Fortunately, it succeeded this time.

After Fu Su warmed the goat's milk, he returned to the room with the little shark and hugged the milk jar to the little shark.

The little shark is also very funny, obviously hungry, and continues to sobb while sipping milk.

Fu Su guarded for a while, and saw that Xiao Shark didn't have a big reaction, so he got up and went back to the back room to change into a clean robe.

When he came out, he glanced at the pregnant beads in the past, and the little shark closed his wet eyes, holding the milk jug in his two small hands, obviously he had fallen asleep, but his little mouth was still squirming and spitting milk from time to time.

When the little shark gradually fell asleep, Fu Su gently pulled out the pacifier from the little shark's mouth, and by the way, he took off the little shark's little finger pressed on the edge of the mouth of the milk can, and covered the little guy with the quilt.

Fusu didn't just leave.

He sat back down at the table, poured out all the clay figurine pieces in the box, and examined them one by one.

In the middle of the night, Fu Su asked the people below to find the cementitious material, sat at the table by himself, picked up the lamp and put the pieces back together one by one.

Fu Su didn't think about the reason why he was doing this, he just felt that he had to piece Lin Weixu back together and patch it back.

So this pounding was a whole night.

In the middle of the night, Fu Su suddenly found that a piece of debris was missing, and he couldn't find it, including in the box.

The more she looked for it, the more she felt flustered.

It seems that it is not such a cold clay figure that is broken, but somewhere in my heart that cannot be repaired.

It's empty, and the whole person seems to be wrong somewhere.

That kind of panic and the picture of Chi Yinghan sending Lin Weixu back kept overlapping in his mind, and even Fu Su himself couldn't completely calm down.

In the second half of the night, the wind and rain were mixed and thundered.

Fu Su took his cloak and went out.

He rode back to the capital in a torrential rain, and came in the rain on a long street where no one was around.

The forest road outside the National Teacher's Mansion was long and dark.

Fu Su dismounted, and looked for the trace of the fragment in the torrential rain with a little dim light refracted by the merman's ears.

It seems that if you can't find it, you will not give up.

After searching in the rain for almost half an hour, Fu Su finally found the small clay figure under the tree not far from the National Teacher's Mansion.

Pick it up and wipe it down with your sleeve.

Then, he carefully put it into the inner layer of the soaked cuffs, and braved the torrential rain all the way back to the courtyard on the outskirts of the city.

As soon as he returned, Fu Su glued the piece of debris he had recovered.

But strangely, somewhere in my heart is still hollow, and it has not been repaired.

It seems to be hanging in the abyss of thunderstorms, falling at any time, and never falling.

(End of chapter)