Chapter 26
Mingqiao called out "Daddy". Wu Ye, whose brows were furrowed due to being pulled by his hair, had not yet reacted when Qingheng suddenly turned his head and looked at the cub.
The kid sitting on Wu Ye's neck met Qing Heng's gaze, pursed his lips, and said, "Daddy loves to let Qiao Qiao ride on his neck the most."
Qingheng: "..."
When Qingheng saw that the little guy was feeling aggrieved, he knew that the little guy was reminded of the past and was missing his father.
His Adam's apple rolled, and although he looked calm on the surface, he had actually already started thinking about how to explain it in his mind.
He hadn't even finished organizing his words when Wu Ye, who was holding the kid, started glaring at him: "What did you say?!"
"I'm holding you up here, and you're thinking of your father?"
Wu Ye was so angry that he wanted to throw his son off: "I'm telling you, I don't buy into this substitute thing! I won't be a substitute for your father either!"
Wu Ye's protest made Ming Qiao, who was already feeling sad, no longer feel sad.
His chubby little hands tightened a little, and he pouted and said, "Daddy is an idiot."
My dad was not stable at all when he was young, and it seemed like his brain wasn’t working very well!
When Wu Ye heard him suddenly say that his father was an idiot, his expression suddenly turned from gloomy to bright and he became cheerful.
"Yes, your father is indeed an idiot."
The person who had won Qingheng's favor actually didn't know what was good for him and abandoned Qingheng and his child.
Such a person is either blind or stupid.
Wu Ye was so happy that he didn't care about the little boy pulling his hair.
He held the little guy's fat arms with his big hands and ran forward two steps.
Ming Qiao's little body was shaken from side to side, and she couldn't help but burst into giggles.
When Wu Ye heard him laughing, he shook him harder on purpose.
The big and the small were making such a fuss, and Qingheng watched silently, feeling a little warm for no reason.
After laughing for a while, Ming Qiao got tired of laughing.
His face was red, and his breath was a little hurried: "Wait for mother."
"Okay, let's wait for mother."
The atmosphere was still eerie on the foggy road, but the cub, sitting on his father's neck with his mother beside him, was not afraid at all.
They walked side by side and soon arrived at the gate of Wuxiang City.
The black door was tightly shut, not even a crack was left. Apart from the three of them, there were no other pedestrians in front of the door.
In the rightmost corner of the gate, there is a soup vendor.
"Sweet soup, the delicious sweet soup is ready!"
"The sweet soup from Meng's shop is a century-old soup!"
The old lady selling sweet soup, with a headscarf wrapped around her head, sat on a dark stool. She held a large soup spoon in her dry hands and stirred the soup in the bucket.
Wu Ye took the cub down from his neck and held it in his arms with one hand.
He walked forward a few steps and asked the old lady, "Excuse me, Granny, do you know when this city gate will open?"
The old lady paused while stirring the soup.
She looked up, and on her dry and old face, her eyes were like black holes, with almost no whites.
"Would you like some soup? The soup at Meng's shop is thirst-quenching. I want a second bowl after I finish one."
Wu Ye didn't want to drink the soup, he just wanted to ask for directions.
But the old lady seemed not to be listening to his question for directions.
The two people, one was asking for directions and the other was selling soup, and for a moment, they were frozen in place.
The kid sitting on Wu Ye's arms looked at the old lady and felt a little scared.
"Mother-in-law."
Ming Qiao suppressed her fear and asked in a trembling voice, "Is this soup Meng Po soup?"
He had heard his father tell stories. In the stories, after a person died, he would meet Meng Po on the road to the underworld.
If you drink the Meng Po soup prepared by Meng Po, you will remember nothing and then go to reincarnation with an empty head.
Ming Qiao's trembling baby voice made the soup-selling lady lock her eyes on him.
The big and the small looked at each other.
After a while, the old lady finally spoke another word to the timid little face: "It's not Meng Po soup, it's Meng's sweet soup."
Ming Qiao: “Is it poisonous?”
Grandma: “It’s not poisonous.”
Ming Qiao nodded his head solemnly when he heard this. After nodding, he said in a low voice, "Qiao Qiao still doesn't dare to drink."
Grandma: “…”
The old lady stopped talking.
Wu Ye was almost amused by the honest baby in his arms.
He cleared his throat, suppressed his smile, and asked the old lady to make him a bowl of soup.
Meng's sweet soup is green in color and doesn't look like a normal soup.
When Qing Heng saw Wu Ye holding the soup and about to drink it, he frowned and called him, "Wu Ye."
Wu Ye turned his head, glanced at Qing Heng, and said soothingly: "It's okay, don't worry about me."
After saying that, Wu Ye drank the green soup in his hand.
"Mother-in-law, did you add too much sugar? It's a bit greasy, but overall it's not bad."
Wu Ye finished drinking and gave feedback.
Seeing that he drank it all, the old lady poured him another bowl.
"This bowl is for your son."
As the old lady spoke, she looked at Ming Qiao again.
Wu Ye was stunned.
He didn't expect that the old lady would recognize the baby in his arms as his son.
He wanted to explain out loud, but somehow, seeing that the baby in his arms didn't say a word of rebuttal, the words he was about to explain were suddenly stuck in his mouth and he swallowed them back.
His Adam's apple rolled, and then, in a normal tone, he asked the child in his arms, "Do you want to drink it? It tastes okay."
There must be nothing wrong with the soup that Daddy asked me to drink.
Ming Qiao stretched out her little hand without thinking, held the rough bowl, and gulped down the soup.
A bit too much soup.
After Mingqiao finished drinking, his stomach swelled up.
He burped and returned the bowl to the old lady.
Grandma served another bowl.
This time, she handed the bowl directly to Qingheng: "A family of three, three bowls of sweet soup, complete, complete."
The old lady repeated Qi Qiquan's words, her back hunched, holding the bowl, as if she would not put it down unless Qingheng took it.
Qing Heng looked at the bowl and was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Mother-in-law, can you change the bowl for me?"
Grandma: “?”
Wu Ye: “…”
I see. This means he has used it before.
Ming Qiao also heard that his mother disliked the soup bowl. His chubby face was stunned for a moment, and the next second, he looked at his mother with tears in his eyes.
"Mother, I think Qiao Qiao is dirty."
Qingheng: “No.”
Qingheng wanted to explain, but seeing the little guy's pouting face, he reached out and took the bowl.
never mind.
Anyway, this bowl was just used by my own child.
Qingheng ignored the previous user of the soup bowl, closed his eyes, and drank up all the soup.
When he was drinking the soup, perhaps accidentally, a drop of soup rolled down the corner of his mouth.
Wu Ye's eyes were fixed on the drop of soup, moving from the corner of his mouth to his graceful neck, and the collarbone that was faintly visible under his neck.
Wu Ye didn't drink the soup, but he swallowed unconsciously.
"Three bowls of soup, how much?"
Before Wu Ye could look away, Qing Heng had already asked about the price.
The old lady put the bowl into the empty bucket, and a smile slowly appeared on her old face.
"My soup money is from a person named Chunlai."
"He is a scholar who lives in Wuxiang City. Bring him to me."
After the old lady finished speaking, the door, which had been tightly closed without even a lock, slowly opened.
The moment the door opened, Ming Qiao turned his head and saw a sea of red inside.
There are lots of red gauze and lots of red lanterns.
Ming Qiao pointed his chubby hand towards the door and said, "Lantern."
The red lanterns were beautiful and he wanted one.
Wu Ye held his chubby little hand and looked at Qing Heng.
It is obvious that this opened door is probably related to this old lady.
The old lady gave them soup and opened the door for them just to get them to do things for her.
"Mother-in-law, thank you for the soup. I will definitely bring you the person you want to see."
Before Qingheng could speak, Wu Ye smiled and agreed.
After he agreed, he carried his baby and went into Wuxiang City with Qingheng.
After they went in, the open door was immediately closed.
Ming Qiao saw that the door was closed, and her face was a little worried: "Qiao Qiao is going out?"
He wanted to ask if he could still go out.
Wu Ye held his chubby little butt steadily and threatened him deliberately: "You can't get out, Qiao Qiao can't get out, what should I do?"
Ming Qiao: “…”
Ming Qiao was so angry at her father's annoying tone that she leaned back and refused to let him hold her.
"Oh, you don't want me to hold you yet."
Wu Ye discovered his intention and held him in his arms forcefully: "I'll hold you, I'll hold you, you can't run away."
Ming Qiao's face turned red with anger, and she said angrily in a baby voice: "Bad! You are bad!"
This bad father is really unacceptable!
Seeing Wu Ye, such an adult, bullying a child, Qing Heng frowned and couldn't bear to watch it.
This person is so childish.
Qingheng ignored the two, the big and the small, and only focused on the situation in the city.
Wuxiang City is very lively at night, with stalls selling goods and the Hongyuan restaurant open all night long.
The auction they were going to attend this time was held in the most luxurious restaurant in the city, and there was a sign at the door of the restaurant.
The sign says the time the auction will start.
The time is later than previously notified, it will be at midnight seven days later.
Qingheng watched attentively, and he also selected an inn to check in.
This inn is next to a school, and there are more lanterns hanging in the inn than in other inns.
Mingqiao loves to watch lanterns and is indeed very satisfied with this inn.
When they went to check in, Ming Qiao sat on Wu Ye's arm. She was so angry that her face was puffed up and she ignored Wu Ye.
"Two rooms."
Qing Heng asked for two upper rooms and handed over a few high-quality spirit stones.
The innkeeper took the spirit stones and gave them two room numbers.
Are there numbers written on the house numbers? One is 444 and the other is 000.
“There are only these two.”
The innkeeper said slowly, "There are a lot of people here recently, so the rooms are filling up fast."
The auction in Wuxiang City was very valuable. There was once a wealthy businessman who had no spiritual roots in the mortal world, who won the elixir and was able to cultivate immortality.
There was also an old woman who got some magic herb, and after taking it her appearance instantly returned to her youth.
There were also people who had terminal illnesses, but they got secret medicine and survived.
In short, the things at this auction are extremely tempting to both mortals and monks.
Sixiang City is hard to find and the auction is hard to enter, but there are still many people who are willing to go through great trouble to get here.
Facing the house number given by the innkeeper, Qingheng looked at it for a few seconds and wanted to leave and go to another inn.
Before he even opened his mouth to say he wanted to check out, the boss seemed to see through his thoughts and added faintly: "You have booked a room here, and no other inn will let you stay there."
Wu Ye: “Tsk.”
It turns out that these inns are in collusion with each other.
Since there was no other choice, Wu Ye did not change rooms. He took two doorplates and went upstairs with Qing Heng.
Wu Ye moved into room 444 by himself.
Room 000, where Qingheng and Mingqiao live.
They looked at two rooms but didn't stay there to rest immediately. They had just arrived and they had to go out for a walk.
Ming Qiao in particular was still dreaming of having a small portable red lantern.
When going out shopping, Mingqiao doesn't want to be held.
He walked on the ground by himself, holding Qingheng beside him.
Wu Ye also wanted to hold his hand, but he refused with a stern face.
"She's quite temperamental."
Wu Ye followed Qing Heng in dismay, blaming him and saying, "He must have taken after his cheap father again."
Qingheng said nothing.
Because Qingheng knew that the little guy's father might be the person next to him. If that was really the case, then the person next to him didn't seem to have much temper.
If Qiao Qiao follows someone, it's possible that she will follow him.
His temper is not as good as outsiders think.
There are small stalls on the roadside selling everything.
Wu Ye also saw some bones on display at several stalls. He recognized them at a glance: they were human bones.
These stalls were not suitable for children, but Wu Ye blinded the children and fooled them.
Ming Qiao, who was blindfolded, didn't understand what was going on and puffed up her little face towards Wu Ye again.
Mingqiao was browsing the stalls, while Qingheng and Wuye were also asking about Chunsheng's news.
They asked several stall owners but couldn't find this person.
As he was strolling around, when he came to the last lantern stall, Ming Qiao saw the lantern he liked.
“This one looks good.”
Ming Qiao pointed at a red bighead carp lantern and asked the stall owner softly, "Uncle, do you have a small one?"
The fat fish lantern was too big for him to lift.
He wanted a little puffer fish lantern.
The stall owner sitting behind the lantern stall heard his voice and responded, "Okay."
"Please sit down for a while. I'll make you a small lantern."
"Okay, thank you uncle."
There was a small stool in front of the lantern stall. Ming Qiao sat on it and waited obediently.
It will take some time before the lanterns are ready.
Seeing this, Wu Ye simply said something to Qingheng and went to other places to continue inquiring about Chunsheng.
In addition to inquiring about Chunsheng, they also need to get an invitation letter to the auction.
In short, they have a lot to do when they go into the city.
After Wu Ye left, only Qingheng and Mingqiao were left in front of the lantern stall.
Mingqiao held Qingheng's fingers and looked at the lantern very seriously.
"Uncle, your lanterns are so beautiful."
"The little guy is also good-looking."
Ming Qiao not only admired the lanterns on the stall, he also noticed the paper figurines behind the lanterns.
There is a row of little people, both boys and girls, all dolls, looking very cute.
Among them is a little paper man with a bun on his head, red cheeks and red lips, very festive.
Ming Qiao couldn't help but look at the little paper figure a little longer.
He looked at it, not knowing whether his eyes were dazzled or not.
He seemed to see the little paper man with a bun on his head, grinning with his little red mouth, smiling at him.
Ming Qiao: “…”
Ming Qiao's happy little face suddenly fell.
"Uncle, uncle."
Ming Qiao held onto her mother's fingers tightly, and tremblingly followed the stall owner and said, "There's a little man who seems to be able to laugh."
The stall owner, who was making lanterns with his head bent, didn't even raise his head.
He just said calmly: "Oh."
Ming Qiao's face became even more frightened when she heard the calm "oh".
He quickly sat up from the bench, and when he did, he noticed with his sharp eyes that under the light, there was not even a shadow of the stall owner.
"Mother, mother."
The kid was so afraid of ghosts that his chubby legs were shaking and he could hardly stand.
Qingheng bent down and picked him up.
Coincidentally, at this time, the stall owner had finished making the small lanterns.
"Here, a spiritual stone."
The stall owner handed over the small lantern, and when he handed it over, Ming Qiao saw the stall owner's face.
It’s white, as if it had been heavily powdered.
He froze his little body and for a moment he didn't dare to stretch out his hand.
Qingheng paid the spirit stone with a calm expression and took the small lantern.
"Thanks."
Qingheng thanked him politely.
Walking out from the lantern stall, Mingqiao hugged Qingheng's neck, her bright round dark eyes filled with tears.
"Mom, Qiao Qiao is scared."
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, right?"
Qingheng's comfort was of little use to the frightened cub.
The frightened cub hugged his mother and looked at Wu Ye who had not returned.
He sniffed and begged, "Mom, can you bring Dad back?"
Now that Wu Ye is not around, Ming Qiao calls Wu Ye "Daddy" in front of Qing Heng.
Qingheng held the bighead carp lantern in one hand and held the cub in the other.
He coaxed the child in a low voice, and as he was coaxing, Wu Ye came back on his own without him having to look for him.
"Hey, haven't seen you for a while, what's up—"
Before Wu Ye could finish his words, the cub held by Qingheng opened his little arms and asked him to hold him.
Wu Ye was stunned for a moment, then he took the baby with a smile.
After he took the cub, he pinched his chubby face and raised his little arms up high.
After a while, the baby, who was scared to tears just now, was coaxed into giggling.
Seeing that the little guy was coaxed, Wu Ye held him and finally freed his mouth to talk to Qingheng.
"I got some clues. Let me know when I get back."
At this time, Mingqiao should go to bed.
Qingheng said "hmm" and walked back with him.
"There is a scholar named Chunsheng at the east end of Wuxiang City. I have asked for his address and will go over to see him later."
"There are also invitation letters. I heard that the proprietress of the Red Mansion has two of them."
Wu Ye went to inquire about it and was quite efficient, finding out a lot of useful information.
The adults were talking, and Ming Qiao was sensible enough not to interrupt them.
Soon, Mingqiao had finished his meal and washed up, and it was time to go to bed.
The little guy, who had always been well behaved, sat on the bed and became a bad boy.
"No."
Mingqiao Xiaopang held Wu Ye's hand and wouldn't let him leave.
He patted the bed and assigned them, "Mom will sleep on the right, Qiao Qiao will sleep in the middle, and you will sleep on the left."
Wu Ye: “…”
Wu Ye raised his eyebrows, looked at the bed, and thought that the little guy was quite good at arrangements.
He didn't mind this arrangement, but Qingheng seemed to mind it.
He is now standing so close to Qingheng, it is not easy for Qingheng not to reject him.
Lying in the same bed with Qingheng, he was still very self-aware and knew that it was impossible.
"My room is very close to you, so you can sleep peacefully. If anything happens during the night, just shout loudly and I promise to be there right away."
Wu Ye said this, hardened his heart, pried open the little fat boy's hands, turned around and left.
He had only taken a few steps when he heard crying in the room.
The crying sound was like a nail, nailing his feet to the spot.
"grass."
He gritted his teeth and felt that he was really weird.
A wild man who is not worthy of Qingheng, and the child left by Qingheng, he actually cares so much about it for no reason.
The author has something to say:
Current daddy: Wild men go to hell!
Later father: The wild man turned out to be me!
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Let daddy be jealous for a while, then give him a surprise!
That’s right! My baby has opened a new article! The author of “The Child Who Picked Up a Superstar Goes to the Post-Baby Show”, Zhitang, is also a novel about raising a child.
I want to recommend the latest chapter to her, but I also want to write another chapter QAQ. If the next chapter is written, I will recommend it to her again!
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