Shen Qingqiu had created an image of himself as an untouchable immortal, a figure of grace and strength unparalleled. Many believed him to be fearless; after ridding the world of many demons and
vengeful spirits alike, it was a very easy assumption to make.
Shen Jiu, however, had many fears.
Which was why he stood in front of an orphanage at the dead of night with a newborn in tow.
The child in his arm though swaddled in the softest of blankets began to fuss.
How perceptive his baby is. His son probably knew what he was about to do...which made it a lot more painful
With a trembling hand, he gently carded his fingers through his son's sparse yet downy hair.
It gave both of them little comfort.
His son, his Xiao Yuan as he had come to name the child, was still so very small, so new to the world only to be abandoned by his wretch of a mother.
Was this what Shen Jiu's own mother felt like as they abandoned him as a babe?
Did it gut them to leave him, break their heart beyond repair just as he now feels when he's about to leave his own son.
Whatever the answer was, Shen Jiu knew this was all for the best.
He knew this the very moment that he had found out he was with child.
His son would be better off without him. He just wasn't fit to be a parent.
He was a vile, treacherous, scum of a man. How could he be a parent?
If so, then...why was it so hard to let him go?
His baby started to whimper. It was a small and pathetic sound that wrenched Shen Jiu's shriveled heart.
Without thinking, he hummed a soft tune. It was a song he had probably heard once upon a time. Then, he began to gently rock the baby in his arms and sing.
"Hush now, my baby. Be still, love, don't cry...sleep like you're rocked by the stream..."
Shen Yuan's head turned, attention piqued by the sound of his mother's voice. Unknowingly, Shen Jiu's vision blurred with tears.
His throat felt like it was suddenly stuffed with cotton as he uttered the next line, his voice barely carried by the wind.
"S-Sleep and remember my last lullaby...And I'll be with you when you dream..."
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Years later, a young boy came into the sect with an uncanny resemblance to the Qing Jing Peak Lord. He was often found humming a lullaby he could not fully recall...
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Quick word vomit after I listened to DreamWorks' Prince of Egypt soundtrack. Their OST always slaps hard 😭💖
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#svsss baby yuan makes a friend☺️
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A-Yuan was four years old when his meimei was born. A-Yuan was four when his older brothers started playing with him less. A-Yuan was four when his parents became far too busy with work.
He was four when he learned what death meant.
That's what the doctor had told his parents, that's what they told him - that he would soon be dead.
They had phrased it a bit better but the point was he would die soon. He could vividly recall his a-niang bursting into tears, his a-die used his angry voice towards the doctor.
Meanwhile he just really wanted to go home because his favorite show was going to air soon, and he would miss it if they stayed in the room any longer.
Needless to say, the ride home was... uncomfortably silent save for his a-niang's sniffles.
#svsss had a dream about modern mamajiu where SJ is a novelist 📖✍️
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"So...what do you think?" Shen Jiu asked once he was sure A-Yuan had finished reading.
A-Yuan did a few more cursory page flips before shifting himself to a more comfortable position by Shen Jiu's side.
"I think it's great!"
"But...?"
His son sent him a cheeky grin, "...But I do have a
/few/ notes."
Shen Jiu rolled his eyes at his son in fond exasperation, "Alright then. Out with it."
"I wished the talking dog had more time to shine,"
A-Yuan beamed up at him, "I think he was the coolest character."
"Really?" Shen Jiu rose a brow, "I thought you found the hero the most appealing when you read the previous chapter."
"Mhm. He's awesome, but mama...no one can beat a cute talking dog."
#svsss mamajiu finds a stray
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Shen Jiu was not good with children, of that much he was sure. Children were loud, whiny, and messy. They tend to leave a trail of troubles at their wake and he really did not want to deal with any of that.
He knows that children also steer clear of him when they could. His own disciples were fortunately smart enough to stay out of his way when needed, lest they want to be the recipients of his ire. It also helped that he looked essentially unapproachable.
Shen Jiu closed his eyes, pained. On any other day, he would have happily entertained his son's questions. Shen Yuan was at that age where he loved to ask and ask and ask.
Which was a good thing. His baby was naturally curious and was eager to know about anything and everything.
But he couldn't help the edge that bled through his tone, the curtness of his replies.
It wasn't Shen Yuan's fault, however. He could never blame his son for wanting to
know, for trying to sate his curiosity.
It was just...if he answered, his baby would ask more, and he would reply, and he would ask again, and he would never want it to stop.
Because he liked talking to his son, he enjoyed answering his questions.
Mama said that today was a special day because they'd be receiving a special box!
The box they did get wasn't like anything A-Nyuan has ever seen before. It wasn't like his old box either; it was bigger, sturdier, and looked kinda weird.
Mama said that there was someone in the box too, just like A-Nyuan from before!
A-Nyuan didnt think that the special box was all that comfy (then again, A-Nyuan's old box was not comfy either).
Mama also said to wait for him before approaching the special box.
But A-Nyuan couldn't wait! He was excited to meet whoever was in the box...so he tried to take a peek at the metal door at the front of the box.
The inside was dark which made it a bit hard to see clearly. But what A-Nyuan did see was someone looking right back at him
Meow jiu came across a suspicious looking box one day during his morning walk. It was old and smelled kind of funky. it has definitely been outside for a while. Meow jiu's human said to be cautious of things he sees outside. But you know what they say about curiosity and the cat
What should he do?
Whoever said that thing about curiosity and cats must have been on to something because Meow Jiu was curious as heck. He had to figure out the secrets of the dumb stinky box or he'd go mad! So he gave it a few pokes with his foot to make sure it was safe. But then he heard it...