Mind-reading cute baby: Let's spoil my mother to heaven!

Chapter 234 The Ice Child (12)

Ye Qingluan threw back the torn paper he had written on: "But men and women must be different!"

He still had the face to laugh silently, his long eyebrows raised and raised, as if she had said something particularly funny.

Then suddenly she saw his seat again, and she cried out in fright.

"Ah, ah, ah——this thing, how did you get it out?"

Mu Yuko is in a wheelchair!The drawings were drawn by her!
It was pitiful for her to see him as a child sitting in the window every day, unable to even come down the stairs, so she went all over the library to look for "Wooden Niu Liuma".

Of course she knew that she wanted to get him a wheelchair, but Datang didn't have a wheelchair.All the rumors that there were wheelchairs in the Tang Dynasty are all nonsense. Even in many illustrations, Zhuge Liang is in a wheelchair, but those are actually four-wheeled carts.

So she used looking for the pattern of "Wooden Niu Liuma" as an excuse. In fact, she wanted to draw a drawing of a wheelchair by herself. When the time comes, she will just make a nonsense that the principle of wheelchair is the same as that of Mu Niu Liuma, and just prevaricate it.

So, she drew the drawing of the wheelchair, but she was still struggling with what kind of craftsman she should find to make it—whether she should find a carpenter or a blacksmith—she didn’t expect that she hadn’t made up her mind yet. What happened, but it actually appeared in front of her!
She didn't even care about her disheveled hair, she almost fell off the bed, and reached out to touch the wheelchair, "...you stole my blueprint and found someone to make it yourself?"

He nodded with a smile.

Ye Qingluan had tens of millions of question marks in her head at this time, she wanted to ask him how he did it, how would he know what kind of craftsman to find if he couldn't walk...

But at this time, this one came, "Anyway, I can't speak, I just laugh if you ask me anything, and I can't answer if I talk too much." Your energy is coming.

In the end Ye Qingluan had no choice but to give up, "Okay, pull it down, I won't ask anymore. Anyway, I did my best, and you can enjoy it too, that's all."

Then he wrote to her again: "Tell me a story."

Ye Qingluan covered her mouth and yawned, "...that little hair is also a poor person. Her parents were sick. To express her sincerity, she specially chose a remote temple like Liangyue Temple to offer incense. Impressing the gods and Buddhas with such sincerity, let her two elders live a long life."

"The Liangyue Temple has always adhered to the rules and regulations, and only stays with male pilgrims, and refuses to stay with female pilgrims. Because her home is too far away, and she doesn't have much money on her body, she really has nowhere to go that night. Later, I was made an exception to stay in the guest house for one night."

"But I don't think so, the abbot monk back then had evil thoughts... After the monk bullied the woman back then, he was so vicious that he killed her to silence her, and buried her body under the ground of that guest house."

"After a long period of time, there was no body left, but her resentment remained, rising into the air, hanging on the beams of the house, and then these subsequent cases were formed."

He listened quietly, and when she finished speaking, he responded with a calm smile.

Then write down on the paper: "You are really amazing, you can solve such mysteries. I'm afraid even Mu Yin can't do it..."

Ye Qingluan couldn't be happier: "I'm so surprised, the resentment is condensed into hair, and I can't talk at first, but she can talk to me; and she still insists that I let her talk!"

"How can I have that ability? No matter how I explain it, she doesn't believe it, and I'm stunned."

He didn't seem to be surprised by her question, but he just lowered his eyes and smiled, and wrote on the paper: "Perhaps you are destined to have a relationship with her after all, so no one can hear the voice she wanted to say for many years, but today it is true." You heard it."

Ye Qingluan also had no choice but to spread her hands: "Okay."

That's the only way to explain it, otherwise it would be weird.
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What Ye Qingluan didn't know was that when she was lying on her back, sleeping with her limbs spread out, he came in silently, and then tapped his fingertips silently——

The transparent silk thread that originally tied her arm loosened from her arm as if of its own will, slowly rose into the air, followed the direction of his fingertips, and finally sank into his sleeve.

Ye Qingluan even forgot that when she was talking with Xiaofa, she and Xiaofa were connected by such a transparent silk thread.It's like the two ends of the phone, the little hair is the microphone, and her side is the receiver.

("Ice Child", end)
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