Ye Qingqing yawned, anyway, he was not in a hurry.
This mission is almost to the point of old death, and there are still many places to go in the night.
Ye Qingqing is a little passive and slacking, the system does not look for itself, and he is not willing to find the system.
That's it.
Anyway, this world is all about eating, drinking, and having fun.
Ye Qingqing remembered that he would still do carpentry work, and Ye Qingqing went to the garden.
There are many trees in the garden, but none of them are suitable, and the night is clear and aimless in the garden.
"What are you looking for to tell me?"
Ye Qingqing nodded: "Then please find me a few pieces of wood."
It doesn't have to be too big, it's good to have a hand. ” "Good.
Got it. ” Ye Qingqing smiled slightly, sat down in the garden, and waited, and after a while, the person brought Ye Qingqing some wood.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Ye Qingqing took the wood, and in the sun, Ye Qingqing carved little by little with this carving knife.
The image in the dream became more and more blurry, and Ye Qingqing only remembered that the woman was wearing a golden black robe, showing off the golden lotus.
Ye Qingqing began to carve, every detail is vivid, a man bead sawa in the hands of a woman with wide sleeves of quicksand.
Each thread is depicted, and the head is covered with gold thread, and the headdress is in the shape of a fan.
Even the tassel earrings on the ears have been carved, a little bit of the prototype has come out, and the last link has been poured, and the eyebrows and eyes can't be carved clearly.
Ye Qingqing smoothed the edges and corners, and Ye Qingqing touched the face of the wood carving with his hand, a little distracted.
At this time, someone behind suddenly said loudly: "The craftsmanship is good." ” Ye Qingqing smiled and looked back: "Sir, it's too famous." ” "The craftsmanship is really good, but why not carve out the eyebrows."
Ye Qingqing slightly hooked the corners of his lips and shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm afraid it will be broken." ” The man sat down on the open space beside Ye Qingqing: "Do you know who I am?"
Ye Qingqing looked at the man: "I don't know, but there should be no ill will towards me."
I feel it. ” The man nodded: "Few people are like this, and others are either panicked or trying to escape" "Where you come, you are safe."
The man hooked his lips: "Guess who I am" Ye Qingqing sighed and looked up into the distance: "I have been weak and sickly since I was a child, and I can count people I know on ten fingers.
I don't have a grudge against anyone, almost nine times out of ten, you should be a member of the Leng family.
I don't know the Leng family, you are not old and you There is a bit of charm between your eyebrows and eyes, which looks very similar to Leng Mochen, it should be a man who has been missing for more than ten years."
The man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Hahaha, not bad, you are very capable." ” Ye Qingqing shook his head: "There are only things in this world that I don't want to do, and there are no things I can't do." ” The man looked at Ye Qingqing's side face: "You should call me father." ” Ye Qingqing slightly hooked the corners of her lips: "You just gave me a little bit of DNA." ” The man looked at Ye Qingqing: "Oh" Ye Qingqing stood up and looked at the man condescendingly: "Leng Huakun, why do you think you should go to Leng Mochen when you bring me over now." ” Leng Huakun stood up and looked at Ye Qingqing: "You are very similar to your mother." ” Ye Qingqing pulled her broken hair behind her ears and replied lightly: "Fortunately, it doesn't look like you." ” Ye Qingqing turned around and left, holding the wood carving just now in his hand, Ye Qingqing turned around and looked at the wood carving in his hand, I am afraid that I will not be able to complete it in this life.
Ye Qingqing threw the wood carving into the space, and Ye Qingqing returned to the room.
Ye Qingqing really didn't guess wrong, this man is Leng Huakun, his father who disappeared after taking Leng Hanyu back to the Leng family and raising him for half a year.
Leng Hanyu has no memory of this father, Leng Hanyu remembers that before his mother died, this man came over and took him away, and his mother said that this man was his father.
Leng Hanyu also saw his mother a moment ago, taking his young self to find Leng Huakun, Leng Huakun was hugging left and right, surrounded by beautiful women.
A mouthful of blood spurted out of her mother, and Leng Hanyu was frightened and also went to the hospital.
Leng Hanyu was already weak, so he went to the hospital at once, and Leng Hanyu was in the same hospital with his mother.
Leng Hanyu was beside his mother's bedside, and his mother pulled Leng Hanyu by the hand: "Little Feather, this is your father, go home with him, he will take good care of you." ” Leng Hanyu cried like a tearful person: "Don't, I want my mother, I want my mother." ” The mother wiped away the tears of Leng Hanyu with her hand: "Little Feather doesn't cry, Mom went to a place where there was no pain."
Little Feather should be happy for mom. ” When I was a child, Leng Hanyu was delicate like a doll, and her fleshy little face was bright and her big eyes were red and red: "Mom, you don't want little feathers."
Little Feather is obedient. ” The mother's pale face squeezed out a smile: "Little feather, little feather" The mother raised her hand and fell down, Leng Hanyu did not cry and howl, silently kept her tears, and wiped the tears for her mother with her little hands.
"Mom doesn't cry, Little Feather is obedient, Little Feather doesn't cry, Little Feather won't cry anymore in this life."
Leng Hanyu's mother died, and Leng Hanyu never cried again.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingqing's chest was a little stuffy, and Ye Qingqing tugged at his chest, trying to calm himself down.
Ye Qingqing mobilized the Lingxi water, and the refreshing Lingxi water made the night Qingqing much more comfortable.
Ye Qingqing took a deep breath, and suddenly remembered that Leng Hanyu had cried twice in his life.
Once his mother died, and another time when Leng Hanyu died.
The host is large.
Get lost.
System: People just want to report on Leng Mochen and Lan Xuenuan.
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Ye Qingqing doesn't want to talk to the system at all now, and if he doesn't figure out everything for a day, Ye Qingqing won't be able to say a word systematically.
Ye Qingqing returned to the room, meditated and cultivated, and the cuts that he just remembered made Ye Qingqing's chest hurt badly, and Ye Qingqing still rested.
Ye Qingqing suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and Ye Qingqing saw a figure in a daze, and he mixed up before he could see Ye Qingqing clearly.
Ye Qingqing suddenly felt that it would be good if he lived his life according to his own mind in this life.
Leng Huakun sent Ye Qingqing to the hospital, Ye Qingqing had been in a daze, looking at people coming and going, men and women coming and going.
And the sound of their voices, obviously in their ears, but it just feels very far away.
Ye Qingqing wanted to hear it, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
Then I felt a pain in my hand, and then I lost consciousness completely.
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