There are a lot of broken porcelain pieces on the ground. Although they are very old, you can still see that the painting is more exquisite than those picked up by the villagers outside.
Ye Xianglei didn't even bother looking at the porcelain pieces on the ground. He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Sunny day, sunny day, are you there?"
Fortunately, this time his cry finally got a response.
Qingtian's tentative voice came from somewhere: "Xiao Su?"
Ye Xianglei's eyes filled with tears after hearing this. He finally found it!
"Qingtian, where are you? Why can't I see you?" Ye Xianglei looked around anxiously, but couldn't see Qingtian at all.
"Xiao Su, I, I'm here!" After Qingtian confirmed that the person coming was Ye Xianglei, he also raised his voice.
However, the abandoned kiln is round, which makes the sound very concentrating and echoing, making it difficult to tell the direction.
Ye Xianglei could only run to the middle of the abandoned kiln, turning around and looking around.
Fortunately, this time, he quickly saw Qingtian walking out from behind a pile of collapsed bricks in a corner, holding something in his hand.
Ye Xianglei quickly ran to Qingtian, looked her up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that her clothes were just a little dirty and she was not injured.
But then he became worried again.
Previously, he took several children from the Ye family to the mountains and encountered a pack of wolves. After returning, he was beaten up by his parents in turn.
When Mrs. Ye handed Qingtian to him today, Ye Juaner also reminded him to take good care of Qingtian.
If his mother knew that Qingtian had been thrown into an abandoned kiln, she would probably skin him alive.
However, Ye Xianglei only thought about it for a moment, and first helped Qingtian brush off the dirt on his body, then asked: "What happened just now? How did that Zhao Xiaolian bully you?"
"Zhao Xiaolian?"
"She's the tallest among them."
When Qingtian thought of this, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes again.
"I, I walked slowly and couldn't catch up with Sister Xiao Ling'er, so I fell behind.
"Then she told me to take me to find Sister Xiao Ling'er, and I followed her.
"But she took me to a very dark place. I saw everything. She also took away my sandbag... wuwu..."
Qingtian felt more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and immediately burst into tears again.
Ye Xianglei hugged Qingtian and wanted to wipe her tears, but when he saw that his sleeves were covered with dirt, he put them down silently.
He really hated himself for not slapping Zhao Xiaolian a few times to vent Qingtian's anger.
How could a child of only a few years old be so bad?
"Good boy Qingtian, stop crying, let's go back, okay?"
Qingtian suddenly remembered something and raised the thing in his hand to show Ye Xianglei.
"Xiao Su, look, I found a plate!
"This plate is good. You can take it back and use it to serve food."
Only then did Ye Xianglei see clearly what Qingtian was holding in her hand. It turned out to be a porcelain plate that was almost as big as her body.
Although the plate was dusty and covered in dirt in many places, it was still possible to see from the exposed parts that the patterns on the plate were very intricate and delicate.
Because he often went to antique shops before, Ye Xianglei knew a little about it. He knew that such plates were probably not used for eating, but were put on a wooden stand for people to see.
Thinking that the broken porcelain pieces in the abandoned kiln can be exchanged for candy, if there are complete ones, can't they be sold for money?
"Qingtian, where did you find this?" Ye Xianglei helped her hold the plate from underneath, fearing that she would lose control and drop it again.
Qingtian turned around and pointed at the scrap brick he had just crawled out of and said, "It's behind that one."
Ye Xianglei hurried over to search.
But after searching for a long time, I only found some scrap porcelain pieces in good condition. I couldn't find anything else that was complete, let alone half complete.
"It seems you're lucky. You found a complete plate right after you came in." Ye Xianglei held out his hand and said, "I'll hold it for you first and give it to you when we get back."
Qingtian trusted Ye Xianglei very much and handed the plate to him directly.
Ye Xianglei tucked the plate under his arm, reached into his arms and took out the sandbag, returning it to Qingtian and said, "Here, keep it safe."
"My sandbag!" Qingtian was much more excited to see the sandbag than the plate just now.
She took it happily, checked it over and over again, and found that it was not broken at all. Then she finally smiled.
Seeing Qingtian smile, Ye Xianglei finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go, let's go back quickly!" At this moment, he didn't care whether he would be beaten by Ye Juan'er after returning. As long as Qingtian was safe and sound, it was better than anything else.
Ye Xianglei took Qingtian back the same way. He needed to lie down and turn around, while Qingtian only needed to lower his head slightly to walk over.
Finally, when he was able to stand up straight, Ye Xianglei let Qingtian hold the plate, and then he carried Qingtian on his back and walked out.
The plate was protected between his back and Qingtian, which not only did not require Qingtian to exert any effort, but also served as a protective measure.
I was almost at the exit of the abandoned kiln when I saw Xiao Ling'er coming in crying.
"Brother Xianglei, have you found Qingtian?" Xiao Ling'er asked when she saw Qingtian lying on Ye Xianglei's back.
Ye Xianglei glanced at her and said nothing.
Instead, Qingtian greeted her and said, "Sister Xiaoling'er, why are you crying?"
Ye Xianglei didn't even look at Xiao Ling'er, and walked away with Qingtian on his back.
Qingtian turned to look at Xiao Ling'er, who was crying and following behind him, and asked in confusion, "Xiao Su, why don't you wait for Sister Xiao Ling'er?"
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