The kitten's ear, which was not even as big as a fingernail, was missing a corner.
Wu Qiongcang stared at the gap, his eyes suddenly widening.
A gentle voice sounded in his mind.
"Xiao Qiongcang." Along with this gentle voice, a man in white clothes slowly walked towards Wu Qiongcang, walked up to him and squatted down.
"What's wrong? Why are you still crying? Who bullied our little Qiongcang? Tell Master, and Master will help you beat him up."
She had been sobbing quietly with her head down, but when she heard the man's words, Xiao Qiongcang could no longer hold back. She opened her mouth and burst into tears.
It was just like a child who was severely bullied by bad kids outside and couldn't fight back, so he could only swallow his anger and endure it. Finally, he looked forward to the arrival of parents who could support him. Then, all the grievances in his heart rushed out like a bursting dam tide, and it was out of control.
The man probably didn't expect that his comfort could actually cause a tsunami. He was obviously at a loss, flustered and didn't know what to do. He rubbed the top of Xiao Qiongcang's head and said anxiously: "Hey, don't cry, tell Master if there is anything..."
Although the man was anxious, his tone was still gentle, like a breeze blowing gently across my heart.
Xiao Qiongcang's crying stopped a little, but he was still very sad. He raised his head and face, which was red from crying, looked at the man with his black eyes filled with tears, and told him his sad story with his little mouth.
The little boy, about eight or nine years old, had immature eyebrows and eyes. There was no sharp light in his eyes yet, but there was a cloud of mist in them. His little nose was also red, and both sides of his nostrils twitched with the sound of sobs, making him look soft, cute and harmless.
Especially those round little cheeks, white and tender, with a light powder, like two pieces of white jade osmanthus cakes emitting milky aroma, making people want to poke them.
The man thought so and did just that. He stretched out his long, slender fingers, gently pinched one of Xiao Qiongcang's cheeks and shook it, saying, "Man, you're still crying, aren't you ashamed... Okay, don't be sad, look at what this is."
The man said as he spread out his palm.
...But there is nothing in the palm of my hand.
Xiao Qiongcang rubbed his eyes and looked again, but still saw nothing. So, he asked the man in a puzzled tone with a heavy nasal tone, "Master, what do you want me to see?"
"Look at the gift that Master gave to Xiao Qiong Cang." The man said, and suddenly he uttered "Huh?" and then said embarrassedly, "Oh, no, I failed. Master couldn't conjure up a gift for Xiao Qiong Cang. Sigh."
The man sighed in frustration after he finished speaking. Xiao Qiongcang hurriedly comforted him, saying, "It's okay, Master. Don't be sad. Just try again. Try a few more times and you'll definitely be able to transform!"
The man looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Really?"
Xiao Qiongcang nodded his head vigorously and said, "Yeah, really, it's normal to fail occasionally. It's not scary at all!"
"Oh, so our little Qiongcang understands this truth. Then why did he hide away and cry alone?"
The man drawled out his words, smiling as he looked at the young boy in front of him with his mouth wide open. The boy lowered his head and said shamefully, "Master, Qiong Cang knows he was wrong. Qiong Cang will never cry again."
The man rubbed his head again, pinched his chubby little cheeks, and said, "It's okay to cry, but you can't cry because of failure, because crying won't solve the problem. Instead of crying, we might as well use the time to study hard. Don't you agree, little Qiong Cang?"
Little Qiongcang felt even more ashamed, his chin pressed tightly against his neck, and he whispered, "Master, Qiongcang understands." After that, he ran away with his short legs and locked himself in the cave.
Half a month later, Xiao Qiongcang ran to his master and proudly handed in his homework: a chubby, short-legged orange cat.
Because it was his first time and he was so nervous, he accidentally broke a corner of the little orange cat's right ear.
Looking at the short-legged cat with a missing ear, Xiao Qiongcang felt a little depressed, but his master said to him, "This is the first paper-cut work that Xiao Qiongcang has made. Master must appreciate it... Well, although it's not perfect, it's also very unique. Qiongcang, are you willing to give it to Master?"
Xiao Qiongcang was naturally willing.
Later, the short-legged cat with a missing corner of its right ear kept following Master.
Finally, he and his master were engulfed in the raging flames.
The short-legged cat with missing ears that the master praised as unique was exactly the same as the short-legged cat painted on the small porcelain vase!
Wu Qiongcang stared at the small porcelain bottle in Yelu Moyan's hand. Before he realized what he was saying, the words in his heart had already come out of his brain and blurted out.
"Who gave you the bottle in your hand?"
At this moment, he was breathing rapidly, his body leaning forward involuntarily, his eyes staring straight at the small porcelain bottle in Yelu Moyan's hand, as if he would endure the price of having his shoulder blades torn apart in the next moment and rush over to snatch the thing.
The reaction is visibly abnormal.
Unfortunately, when Yelu Moran received the gift from Wu Qingchen for the first time, he was filled with great joy. His head and feet were floating in the clouds, and he felt dizzy and didn't notice Wu Qiongcang's abnormality at all.
Hearing this, he couldn't help but say proudly, "Of course it's a gift from my wife. Do you know what's in this small porcelain bottle? It contains the elixir my wife gave me!"
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