Chapter 17
It was pitch black all around, with only the bright moon hanging in the sky becoming the only source of light in the darkness.
Mingqiao's little hands were holding onto the door, and she looked at her mother with tears in her eyes.
He opened his mouth and wanted to call mother.
But when his long-awaited wish came true, Ming Qiao found that he could not make any sound with his mouth.
He was anxious and sad, all kinds of emotions burst out, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
In addition to shortness of breath, he also felt stuffy in his chest.
"mother."
Finally, Ming Qiao's face turned pale, and he uttered only a weak syllable before falling backwards.
He fell without any warning, and at the moment he fell, his eyes were still looking towards the door.
Qingheng, who was standing outside the door, was being looked at by the pair of tearful eyes, but there was nothing unusual on his face.
It's getting dark.
The child hadn't returned to the library yet, and the book spirit was crying worriedly, asking him for the baby.
When he came here, he just wanted to open this door and leave.
Now, the child fell down, and he couldn't turn around and leave as he had originally planned.
The restrictions on the door lock seemed useless in Qingheng's eyes.
He raised his hand, the door lock fell, and the door opened without wind.
The child fell to the ground, and there was a bruise on the right corner of his eye on his fair and tender face, probably because he hit the wood.
Qing Heng walked over and fed a Guling Pill into the child's mouth. The sweet, top-grade pill melted in the mouth.
Mingqiao's little face gradually turned red.
His eyes were still closed, but his delicate brows were furrowed.
"Mother."
Qingheng heard him mumbling.
The childish mumbling voice fell into Qingheng's ears, and the latter knew that it was calling him.
He didn't know why the child was so stubborn in calling him mother.
He was only certain that he would not have children.
After the Xie family was slaughtered, he would feel repulsed by anyone who approached him. The head of the sect and the elders also stayed away from him.
How could he have a child when he had never been close to anyone?
Qingheng didn't believe what the child said. He bent down and looked at the child quietly.
Time passes by little by little.
Qingheng turned over as he looked at the child lying on the ground in discomfort.
His little hands were grabbing around randomly, not knowing what he was grabbing.
Maybe, he wants to grab the quilt?
Qingheng was guessing in his heart, and he used the sound transmission technique to want someone to take the child away.
Before he could use the sound transmission technique, a chubby little hand suddenly grabbed his clothes.
Next second.
The chubby little hand slid down his clothes and grabbed his fingers.
Very soft to the touch, cool in temperature, and very strong.
Qingheng looked at this little hand, and unexpectedly——
He didn't feel sick.
This is amazing.
It was the first time in many years that he did not feel physically disgusted and repulsed by someone else's touch.
The strong little chubby hand was still holding him, and the owner of the little chubby hand shivered as the cold wind blew into the room.
Seeing the little fellow shivering with cold and still holding onto him tightly, Qingheng lowered his eyes and finally held the cold little hand back.
He picked up the shivering little guy and turned away.
On the way back to the library.
The cub nestled in Qingheng's arms seemed to be able to smell something. He pressed his soft face against Qingheng's chest, sniffing his mother's scent and sleeping soundly.
Qingheng looked down at him several times.
During these few inspections, it was visibly clear that the little guy was dependent on him.
Soon, back to the library.
The book spirit had just been freed from the silencing spell, and it rushed over, starting to yell and make a lot of noise.
"Wow, you're holding a baby!"
"You really hugged the baby. The baby will know and will definitely be very happy!"
"Why did the baby fall asleep? Why didn't he come to the library to sleep?"
"Don't give me the baby. I don't want it. I can't take care of it."
The book spirit was talking halfway when he saw Qingheng wanted to give the baby in his arms to him with an expressionless face. He hurriedly declined and ran away.
The book spirit disappeared, and Qingheng's ears were instantly quiet.
He carried Mingqiao to the seventh floor.
There is a bed on the seventh floor. He usually meditates behind the desk or on this bed.
There is a quilt on the bed.
Mingqiao was tucked into the quilt, holding onto Qingheng with both of her little hands.
He clings to Qingheng very much.
Qingheng wanted to pry his little hands open, but before he could use any strength, the baby in his arms had already pursed his lips and was humming as if he was about to cry.
"release."
You can’t pry the little hand apart, Qingheng whispered, wanting the little guy to let go on his own.
He said twice, and the little guy rubbed against him and got closer to him.
Neither soft nor hard can come.
Qingheng pursed his lips, but in the end, he still lay down with her.
The big and the small slept in the same bed. Even when Ming Qiao fell asleep, he seemed to know that it was his mother who was sleeping with him.
Not only did he hold Qingheng with his little hands, he also stretched out his chubby little legs and pressed them on Qingheng's waist.
This octopus-like climbing posture left Qingheng silent.
Qingheng practiced meditation and did not need the sleep of ordinary people.
His entering into meditation is rest.
At this moment, he was being pestered by the little guy, so he naturally couldn't enter into a state of meditation. He thought that he would probably have to stay awake until dawn.
But before dawn, when the stars on the edge of the clouds had not yet dispersed, he closed his eyes and his breathing became even.
He fell asleep.
A big and a small one sleep in each other's arms. The small one has a happy face and the big one also sleeps peacefully.
The next day.
Mingqiao was awakened by feeling unwell.
His throat was itchy and his chest felt heavy.
He was familiar with these reactions, so he rubbed his chest first, trying to get through the discomfort.
After feeling a little better, Ming Qiao raised his slightly pale face to look at the person next to him.
Dressed in white, with a pure and beautiful appearance.
This is mother!
What happened in the woodshed last night was not a dream.
Ming Qiao distinguished the dream from reality. He sat up gently, staring at his mother with his bright dark eyes without blinking, and his little hands and feet moved very carefully.
He was afraid that the mother in front of him would disappear like bubbles.
"Mother."
After watching for a while, Ming Qiao saw that his mother had not disappeared, so he called out softly.
After he shouted, he grinned and laughed.
"Mom, Qiao Qiao finally saw that you are hot."
His mother, who was so big and so beautiful, was lying in front of him.
He could touch it by stretching out his little hand.
Ming Qiao was thinking about touching his mother, and his chubby hand actually reached out.
Qingheng's complexion was cold and pale, and his facial features looked soft and delicate if you looked closely. However, his personality was too cold and his temperament was difficult for people to approach. When people stood in front of him, they would instinctively be repelled by his aura.
Ming Qiao was not forced to retreat.
His heart and eyes are now filled with his mother.
He was so happy that he was about to burst into bubbles.
"Mom, Qiao Qiao misses you so much."
Ming Qiao's little hands were shaking with excitement. After touching his mother's face, the next second, he opened his little arms and hugged her.
After being touched and hugged, Qingheng woke up early.
He didn't open his eyes at first, wanting to wait until the child calmed down before getting up.
After all, he had no experience dealing with children.
Seeing that the child had been brought up, Qingheng calmly realized that -
There's no use waiting.
This child thinks of himself as his mother, so he might be a bit clingy.
If you leave it alone, the child will only become more unruly.
"I'm not your mother."
Qingheng opened his eyes, his tone was calm and he stated the facts calmly: "I don't have a Taoist partner, and I don't plan to find one."
So, child, he will never have it anyway.
"Mother, I am your future child."
Facing his beloved mother, Ming Qiao blew himself up without hesitation.
With a red face, he clutched his mother's fingers and explained in detail how he came to be.
After he finished explaining, he took off his little clothes so that his uncle could recognize his mark.
"Mom, look at the flowers!"
Mingqiao pointed to her chubby little butt and asked her mother to see the little flower on it.
Qingheng: "..."
Qingheng saw Xiaohua.
He frowned slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his slender and beautiful fingers and touched the little flower.
He is trying to determine whether the small flower is genuine.
The little flower is real, guaranteed to be genuine!
There is no doubt that this cub is from the Xie family.
Qingheng's brows furrowed even more tightly.
After Mingqiao showed his mother his buttocks, he noticed the confusion in her expression, so he timidly handed her a mirror.
"Qiao Qiao looks like mother."
He was asking his mother to look in the mirror.
Qingheng: "..."
Qingheng had carefully looked at the child's face when the child was asleep.
So, there was no need for him to look in the mirror at this moment, he knew that this child was somewhat like him.
"Mother, it doesn't matter if you don't recognize Qiao Qiao."
Mingqiao was mentally prepared.
He held his mother's hand and seemed brave, but in fact his eyes were full of anxiety.
Not only was his eyes nervous, but even his voice was trembling with nervousness.
"But can you please let Qiao Qiao follow you?"
"Qiao Qiao misses her mother."
"When I think about dying and not being able to see my mother, Qiao Qiao can take lots of medicine!"
“It’s a bitter medicine, Qiao Qiao can drink two bowls!”
Ming Qiao wanted to give an example to prove how brave he was. In order to not die and to see his mother alive again, he was not afraid of taking medicine at all.
Take a lot of medicine, wipe your mouth if you vomit, and then continue taking.
He is not afraid of hardship.
He was not even afraid of death. He was just afraid that if he lived again, he would still not see his mother.
"Qiao Qiao misses her mother. Mimi has a mother, but Qiao Qiao doesn't."
Ming Qiao's words were repetitive and reversed.
He is so small that how can he speak as comprehensively as an adult?
He just kept repeating over and over that he missed his mother.
He sounded very strong and was not afraid of taking medicine, tests, or his mother refusing to recognize him.
Anyway, as long as he can see his mother and follow her, that's enough.
He spoke so firmly, but he couldn't hold back the cry in his baby voice.
Qingheng looked at the tears streaming down his little face and his red eyes, and was speechless for a long while.
"Mom, Qiao Qiao is great."
Mingqiao's eyes were red, but her mouth was grinning: "Qiaoqiao was the spiciest yesterday!"
The first place in the test can return to the clan with my mother.
Mingqiao was confident that he would get first place.
However, he was still a little afraid that his mother didn't like him.
In this way, even if he won first place, his mother might not take him away.
Seeing the little guy's concerns, Qingheng lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled.
Facing the little guy's gaze, Qingheng finally spoke -
"The first place will be an inner disciple of Lintian Sect."
He reiterated the incentives for testing.
This is also to say that he doesn't mind Ming Qiao calling him mother in a seemingly shameless manner.
Ming Qiao's clever little head naturally understood what his mother meant. His eyes lit up and he jumped happily on the bed.
"Just wait, mom, Qiao Qiao will get first place again!!!"
Mingqiao jumped several times on the bed excitedly.
After jumping around, he realized that the test time was up, so he paused for a second and was about to rush out in a hurry.
"It's over, Qiao Qiao is going to be late!"
Ming Qiao rushed out as if his butt was on fire. When he reached the door, he braked suddenly and turned his little body around.
"Mother."
The kid stopped at the door, holding the corner of his clothes, lowered his head, and asked timidly -
"Qiao Qiao, can I still come to see you at night?"
Qingheng: "..."
Qingheng ignored the word "mother" and said "hmm" in an almost unnoticeable way.
Since there is the mark of his Xie family, he must find out what is going on.
Mingqiao's little ears twitched, and this time, when he ran out again, his whole face was full of energy.
I ran outside and saw Du Sheng and the people around him in the cafeteria.
Ming Qiao ignored the other party's malicious gaze, he raised his chin, and spread his tail in front of the other party like a little peacock——
"Huh, I slept so well last night!"
The author has something to say:
Qiao Qiao: Stay close to mom!
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