Chapter 29
The cub was sitting on the ground, tears streaming down his face, full of self-abandonment.
Wu Ye, who was still in the room, looked at Qingheng's face who was so close to him, and then looked at the sad baby in his spiritual consciousness.
There was a trace of struggle in his eyes.
Qingheng hasn't replied to him yet.
Wu Ye couldn't wait any longer, so he stretched out his hand, and when his fingertips were about to touch Qingheng, thinking of Qingheng's rejection of people, he curled his fingertips again.
"I'll give you some time to think about how to answer me."
Wu Ye said this, gently took his sleeve and led him out.
"Don't take off your eye patch. I killed a lot of ghosts outside. The picture is not good."
Qingheng was blindfolded and was not very comfortable moving.
He pursed his lips, then said, "I'm not afraid."
Isn't it just killing ghosts? It's not like he hasn't killed before.
He killed countless monsters and demons.
"I know you're not afraid."
Wu Ye still said the same thing: "I just don't want to pollute your eyes."
Qingheng: "..."
Qingheng was silent.
What's so precious about his eyes? Why should he care whether they are dirty or not?
Qingheng thought so in his mind, but he was reluctant to take off the blindfold.
"Qingheng, you have beautiful eyes. Qiao Qiao's eyes are very similar to yours."
It’s just that Mingqiao is young, and his eyes haven’t fully grown yet, so they need to be rounder.
Wu Ye held Qing Heng's sleeve and said slowly as they walked: "I originally thought that your most beautiful feature was your eyes."
"But now that you're blindfolded, I realize that you're not just beautiful with your eyes."
With a blindfold on, Qingheng's aloof and cold look was somewhat less pronounced. He frowned, with an unconscious confusion on his face, which reminded people of a lotus in the rain.
The pure white lotus sways in the rain, so beautiful that it makes people feel pity for it, yet it makes people unable to control themselves and want to pluck it ruthlessly.
Wu Ye's straightforward praise made Qing Heng frown even more tightly.
Qingheng was born with good looks. From childhood to adulthood, there were many people who praised him, admired him, and expressed their love for him crazily.
He had heard so many compliments that he had long since gotten used to not taking them to heart.
No matter how much praise he gets, it won't move him at all.
I don’t know if it’s because Wu Ye is too annoying or what, but Qingheng couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed after hearing a few words of praise from him.
"Shut up."
Qing Heng finished his cold rebuke and added: "Don't say such frivolous words in the future!"
Wu Ye saw that he was angry, and he couldn't take his eyes off his face.
Taking advantage of Qingheng's blindfold, Wu Ye continued to look at this face unscrupulously. He curled the corners of his lips and asked nonchalantly, "Qiaoqiao praises you for being pretty every day, and you don't get annoyed or angry. You even kiss his little face."
"Why do you get angry when I praise your good looks?"
Qingheng: "..."
Qingheng was almost speechless because of this man's righteous questioning.
"How old is Qiao Qiao, how old are you?"
Qing Heng said coldly: "Compared to a little kid, you are really thick-skinned beyond my expectation."
Wu Ye snorted and laughed, not feeling at all that he was being scolded.
He was quite pleased with himself: "You just realized how thick-skinned I am."
He was a person who had slowly risen from the bottom of the society. If he didn't have a thick skin, he would have died hundreds of times already.
"Wu Ye!"
Qingheng really couldn't bear it anymore.
He raised his hand, and before taking off his eye patch, he wanted to take out the sword first.
Wu Ye saw him trying to get the sword, and immediately called out to the kid sitting on the ground a few steps away, "Qiao Qiao."
The moment Wu Ye walked out, the fire that could not be extinguished no matter how hard people tried to put it out was completely extinguished.
All traces of the strange fire seemed to be covered up by an invisible hand.
Of course, the usual signs of burning are still there.
The cub on the ground was rubbing his eyes, with a blank look on his face as if he was doubting his life.
Wu Ye called him twice before he turned around.
“Daddy——”
His mind was still confused at the moment, so when he saw Wu Ye, he subconsciously called him "Daddy".
After calling "Daddy", he saw his mother behind him and quickly covered his mouth.
Wu Ye: “?”
Before Wu Ye could say anything, Qingheng, who had been following Wu Ye all the way, took off his eye patch after hearing his child's voice.
He casually threw away the eye strap, which was then grabbed by Wu Ye and put into his storage bag. Then, he strode towards the cub on the ground.
"Mother!"
Seeing his mother coming towards him, the baby with a dark face finally came to his senses.
He pursed his lips and the crying that had just stopped started again.
"Qiao Qiao thought you were dead!"
"Don't be afraid, we won't die."
Qingheng picked up the cub without minding the dirt and wiped his dark little face with his clean sleeve.
"Are you scared? Okay, don't be afraid anymore. I'm back."
Qingheng coaxed the cub patiently. While coaxing him, he also held the little dirty cub's wrist and carefully checked his little body to see if there was anything wrong.
After the inspection, Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, nothing happened.
Under Qingheng's gentle comfort, Mingqiao sniffed and his emotions calmed down a lot.
His chubby little hands were around Qingheng, and he looked at Wu Ye hesitantly with his little eyes.
Just now, he accidentally called daddy.
Qingheng sensed the little guy's guilty conscience and fell silent.
Wu Ye came closer, touched the little guy's face, and coaxed him twice.
Wu Ye was coaxing her when Qing Heng suddenly spoke.
"Jojo."
Qing Heng looked at the little boy whose tears were still on his face, and suddenly he couldn't bear to let him hold back and not be able to call him daddy any longer: "From now on, you can call me daddy if you want to, and call me uncle if you want to."
Ming Qiao: “!”
Mingqiao's eyes suddenly widened.
Wu Ye, who was teasing Ming Qiao, was also stunned.
Two faces, one big and one small, looked at Qingheng in unison.
Ming Qiao raised his hand and rubbed his ears, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.
He turned his little face, opened his mouth, and called out tentatively: "Daddy, Daddy."
Wu Ye: “…”
The expression on Wu Ye's face froze instantly.
Ming Qiao’s shout was not enough, so he shouted a second time with his eyes shining.
“Daddy!”
Finally, he could call daddy whenever he wanted. Mingqiao was so happy that his eyes curved into crescents.
His soft, babyish voice fell into Wu Ye's ears, making the latter look helpless for a moment.
Just now in the room, when Wu Ye questioned Qingheng why he didn't let Mingqiao call him dad, his questioning was quite aggressive.
Now, Qingheng was really called by Mingqiao, and Wu Ye was at a loss as to what to do.
He stood still and even cast his gaze towards Qingheng.
Qingheng saw that he was speechless, and the anger he had just caused him suddenly dissipated a lot.
He ignored the cry for help in Wu Ye's eyes, and calmly held the baby and watched the show.
Ming Qiao called a few times but got no response.
His bright little eyes dimmed and his delicate eyebrows wrinkled.
"Daddy doesn't want Qiao Qiao."
Mingqiao’s chubby little hands tightly grasped Qingheng’s clothes. He looked like a little eggplant hit by frost, wilted and pitiful.
He finally managed to call out "Daddy", but it turned out that Daddy didn't really want to hear it.
"No, I haven't."
Seeing the little guy's hurt expression, Wu Ye took a deep breath and finally was able to speak.
He stretched out his hand and took the baby from Qingheng's arms.
"No, I don't want you."
Wu Ye has been a loner for many years. He doesn't even have a companion and has never thought about finding one.
Now, someone suddenly gave him a cub, bypassing his partner, so he would naturally be shocked.
"I was just surprised."
Wu Ye held the soft and dirty cub in his arms. He had obviously held this cub many times before, but this time, he felt so unfamiliar and stiff in his arms that he almost dropped the cub.
Fortunately, the little dirty boy felt that his father's hold was unstable, so he hugged his father tightly by himself.
"Daddy, you raise Qiao Qiao now. When Qiao Qiao grows up, he will be filial to you."
After recognizing his father's child, the little face earnestly painted a rosy picture for his father: "Qiao Qiao is a good baby. When he grows up, he will be filial to his father and mother."
There are also uncles, senior brothers, and brothers.
He will be filial!
The kid who is drawing the cake seriously doesn’t know when he can eat it, but the person who is being fed the cake has been so moved that his heart is softened.
"OK."
Wu Ye ate the cake and didn't care why the cub called him daddy. At this moment, he just wanted to lift the cub up high.
"From now on, I will be your father."
Wu Ye held the cub high up, his handsome face full of smiles: "Daddy will take good care of you, my good baby! Daddy will wait for you to grow up and be filial to daddy."
Wu Ye adapted to the identity of father very quickly.
He held the freshly-baked cub in his hand with great joy, calling it "baby, daddy" all the time, and Qingheng didn't even bother to listen.
"Okay, stop playing."
Qingheng interrupted, "Have you found Chunsheng? What's going on in this village?"
"I found it. This village is a ghost village with many evil ghosts. I got rid of them."
If Chunsheng had not been saved and handed over to Granny Meng, the fire this time would have been enough to burn Chunsheng to death.
Wu Ye briefly described the situation in the village. He did not say how he got rid of the evil ghost. He just laughed and said that he accidentally started a fire while getting rid of the ghost.
There are not many living people in the whole village now.
The living women and children looked at the dead men in their family without any sadness on their faces.
Most of them are the product of the evil deeds of this village. Without the source of evil, they may live better.
Wu Ye wanted to take Chunsheng with him and leave here quickly.
But Qingheng still insisted on cleaning up the mess.
He asked the surviving women and children in the village. Some of the women wanted to leave, while others wanted to continue living here.
There were also some children for whom Qingheng left money so that they could go to school.
Go to school, learn knowledge, and distinguish right from wrong.
These children may have a different ending from their parents.
Coming out of the village, Ming Qiao leaned on Wu Ye's shoulder, looked behind him, and suddenly asked, "Daddy, where is Xiaohua?"
Tiezhu has a grandmother to take care of him, but Xiaohua is missing.
Although Ming Qiao was afraid of Xiaohua, who looked like a paper figure, he still wanted to ask something when Xiaohua suddenly disappeared.
"Xiaohua is at her home."
Wu Ye answered, but didn't say Xiaohua was at home, and changed the shape of the paper man.
He skipped over this and asked, "Qiao Qiao, do you want to go play with Xiao Hua?"
"In no mood."
Mingqiao shook his head honestly. He was still afraid of Xiaohua.
"Since you don't want to play with her, let's go back."
Wu Ye held the plump little butt in his arms steadily: "Let's go back and take a good bath."
Qing Heng and Wu Ye both use simple little spells like the Cleansing Spell, but unless there are special circumstances, they basically won't use it at other times.
They had both observed long ago that the little fellow didn't like using any cleaning spells.
He likes to wash his face and take a bath, especially with the adults.
Returning to the main city from the ghost village, the night was about to pass.
Wu Ye packed some food on the roadside, and after returning to the room, he asked for a full bucket of hot water.
"You two wash up while I hand Chunsheng over to Granny Meng."
"Qiao Qiao wants to go too."
"Just take a shower here, Daddy will be back soon."
Wu Ye didn't take him with him. This Sixiang City was not a good place, and he didn't really want to take the little guy around here.
Seeing that her father would not take her with him, Ming Qiao turned her face away and wanted her mother to take her with her.
Unfortunately, his mother didn't take him with her either.
Seeing the little guy frustrated, Wu Ye bent down, scratched his little nose, and said with a smile: "Just wait patiently, Daddy is leaving."
After Wu Ye finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot with Chunsheng, who he had imprisoned.
After Wu Ye left, Qing Heng and Ming Qiao were the only ones left in the room.
The door was closed.
Qingheng reached out to test the water temperature, then took off the clothes of the cub standing on the ground and put him into the bucket.
The hot water is very comfortable to soak in.
Mingqiao was so comfortable that he narrowed his eyes.
There was a small stool in the bucket. He sat on it, his chubby little legs kicking the water.
"Mom, Qiao Qiao is so happy."
The cub was kicking the water, with his face tilted upwards, and was visibly excited.
Qingheng knew he was happy.
Ever since he called him daddy and Wu Ye responded to him, he couldn't hide the joy on his little face.
Seeing him so happy, Qingheng couldn't help but become curious.
"Qiao Qiao, you said last time that your father took care of you for three years before you met me."
Mingqiao did not hide the fact that he came back from the future to the present from Qingheng.
Qingheng didn't quite believe what he said at the time.
The small flower birthmark on his butt made Qingheng believe that he was Xie's child, but he didn't quite believe that he was his own child.
Going back in time is something that even gods find difficult to do.
The kid under him was being bathed. He didn't have any skills at all, so how could he go back in time?
He had not believed this statement 100% before, but at this moment, for no reason he wanted to investigate it further.
Mingqiao didn't know why his mother suddenly brought up this.
He just nodded obediently and said in a soft voice, "Yes, Daddy is raising Qiao Qiao. Qiao Qiao is three years old!"
"How did he raise you?"
"Cook for Qiao Qiao, dress her, find medicine for her, treat her illness..."
Ming Qiao counted on his fingers the things his father had to do to raise a child.
He counted more and more, and at the end, he was stunned.
“Raising a baby is so hard.”
It is especially difficult to raise a sick baby like him.
Thinking of his father's hard work, Ming Qiao sniffed and decided to kiss his father after he came back later.
"Why is it that only Daddy raises you, but not me?"
Qingheng asked, "Am I not here?"
Ming Qiao: “…”
When Ming Qiao was asked this question, his eyes felt sore and the next second, tears started falling.
"Jojo doesn't know."
Mingqiao's tears fell, and she choked with sobs: "Qiaoqiao has never seen her mother."
"Daddy said that Mommy loves Qiao Qiao."
"But mother went to a very far place."
Ming Qiao knew what the phrase "gone to a very far place" meant.
This means that mother has passed away.
Thinking of the future without his mother, Mingqiao stood up from the bench. He opened his wet little hands and tried to crawl into Qingheng's arms with tears in his eyes.
"Mom, hug me!"
Mingqiao still feels sad about the future world without her mother, even with her father around.
He knew that his father was also very sad.
He and his father both miss their mother so much.
Seeing him cry, Qingheng regretted bringing up the subject.
He picked up the wet cub and patted his back gently.
"I'm sorry, I—"
Qingheng's heart trembled as he listened to the future being described in such detail.
The life described by Mingqiao uncontrollably emerged in his mind.
A sickly cub who vomits blood from time to time has lived with his father since birth.
Daddy is very busy taking care of him.
So the little guy is well-behaved, never making trouble or being willful.
Sometimes when he vomited too much blood, he would blame himself and apologize to his father, thinking that he had made his father worry again.
Just like in the library, after he vomited blood in his arms, he felt guilty for soiling his mother's clothes.
Perhaps the most willful thing he ever did was to cry and ask his father for his mother.
"I, I shouldn't have."
Qingheng didn't finish the rest of his words. He shouldn't have suspected that the child would recognize the wrong mother.
It is difficult for gods to go back in time, perhaps——
A baby who misses his mother can really get this opportunity.
"Qiao Qiao, I really am your mother, right?"
It was only after seeing Mingqiao calling him "daddy" that Qingheng, as a bystander, saw the love in Mingqiao's eyes for him.
Perhaps it is true that a bystander sees more clearly. When he heard Ming Qiao calling him "Daddy", he suddenly realized that Ming Qiao was never calling him "Mom" randomly.
"yes."
There were still tears on Mingqiao's little face. He rubbed his soft and wet face against his mother and said, "You are my mother, Qiaoqiao's mother."
A child will not mistake his father for his mother.
Before meeting Qingheng, Mingqiao might still be a little unsure.
But after meeting Qingheng, Mingqiao was absolutely certain that this was his mother!
"Um."
Qingheng no longer had any doubts or hesitations in his heart. He gently put the cub, which was still clinging to him, into the water.
"I've never been a mother, so maybe I won't be good enough."
Qing Heng continued to rub the little guy's fat arms while drinking water. He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as he blinked: "But I will try my best to be a mother you like."
"I won't look for a Taoist partner, and I won't have any children other than you."
He will give all the love he can to this baby who loves him so much.
Mingqiao was very happy when he heard the first half of his mother's story.
It was this last part of the sentence that made his chubby face suddenly look worried: "Mom, if you don't find a Taoist partner, what will Dad do?"
It’s good news that mother won’t look for another Taoist partner.
But mother didn't look for father either, which is not good news.
"Your father is your father, and he will love you very much if he sees it."
Qingheng pretended not to understand the other meaning in his baby's words.
He turned the little guy over and rubbed his back and then his front.
"Mom, do you want to hear what Daddy told Qiao Qiao about you?"
Seeing that his mother didn't respond to the question about his father, Ming Qiao rolled his eyes and his clever little head started to work.
With this baby around, he can definitely help daddy and help daddy catch up with mom as soon as possible!
Qingheng didn't say anything.
He didn't say anything, so Mingqiao slowly started talking.
"Daddy said that mom has a very cute personality, and Qiao Qiao inherited her cuteness."
Qingheng: "?"
"Daddy also said that Mommy is not only cute, but also very kind. Well, Daddy said this -"
Ming Qiao frowned and imitated his father's way of speaking. He said in a deep voice, "Your mother likes me, she is really kind!"
Qingheng: "..."
The corners of Qingheng's mouth twitched.
I’m afraid both of these two, one big and one small, are really funny.
Ming Qiao imitated his father's words, and at the end, Qing Heng couldn't help it and shut his mouth manually.
"Take a break and don't tire yourself out."
"Jojo isn't tired."
The boy who speaks for his father doesn't feel tired at all.
After telling how his father praised his mother, he raised his little face and started talking about his father's strengths.
"Daddy said that he is very loyal! He only likes mom!"
"Daddy also said that he, he is a clean man!"
This kid, who doesn't have much culture, even came up with an idiom.
He explained this hard-to-master idiom seriously: "To keep oneself clean means not to play with others."
"Brother likes Qiao Qiao. Brother doesn't play with other children. Brother also keeps himself clean."
Ming Qiao continued to explain and brought You Qing along.
Qingheng really couldn't stand listening to the uneducated kid, so he explained the idiom.
He took a towel and wiped the cub clean in no time.
"It's getting late. Your father should be back soon. Let's go to the door and see why he hasn't come back yet."
"Daddy," the child had been talking about for so long, Qingheng picked up the child and said this subconsciously.
As soon as he said this, he paused.
The baby in my arms was already happy, shaking his little body and heading for the door.
Qing Heng pursed his lips and said in his heart: "Forget it."
He should just go and take a look to see if the father that Qiao Qiao praised so much really has any merits that he has not yet discovered.
The adult and the child left the room and arrived at the door of the inn.
Qingheng was holding the baby and actually caught a glimpse of Wu Ye who had returned.
Not only did he catch a glimpse of it, Ming Qiao also saw it.
Ming Qiao waved his little hands and wanted to call daddy happily.
But Wu Ye, who didn't see the cub or Qingheng, turned around and went to Hongyuan, which was some distance away from the inn.
The Red Courtyard is hung with lanterns, and next to the lanterns are many graceful women.
The women and their young servants were standing on the second floor, some smiling, some annoyed, quite alluring.
Wu Ye turned his back to his family and Qing Heng and walked in openly.
When he went in, he secretly thought that it was a good thing that he was asked to send Chunsheng off.
If he hadn't been asked to send Chunsheng off, he wouldn't have found the chance to come here.
There are channels in Hongyuan to get the invitation letter for the auction, but he is not willing to let Qingheng come to this place.
While Qingheng didn't know, he came over and found a way to get the job done!
Wu Ye had a good idea, but he had no idea that his figure was clearly seen by others.
"Mother, why doesn't father come back?"
Watching his father walk away, Ming Qiao tilted his little head, still a little confused.
Qingheng's face turned cold and he took the cub back.
He said calmly, "Don't worry about him. Let's go back to the room and let mother teach you idioms."
Ming Qiao: “?”
Ming Qiao looked puzzled: "What idiom is that?"
"Keep yourself clean."
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