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

Chapter 52

Half a day of cool moonlight.

Ye Qingluan sat under the lamp with her chin in her hand, thinking about something on her mind.

He held a hairpin in his hand and looked at it unconsciously.

Of course, her hairpin is not the one of Wu Niang's mother-in-law, and her hairpin is not a hibiscus flower.

She's just borrowing money.

The door rang.

Who else could it be, her uncle.

Come to her room in the middle of the night without even knocking on the door, no matter if it's Mu'er or those two bastards, if you lend them ten guts, ask them if they dare!
She hurriedly tidied it up, but because she was in a hurry, the hairpin couldn't be put away, and instead fell to the ground.

She immediately lost interest and didn't care about it, she simply let it lie on the ground.

Her uncle walked over dutifully, bent down to help her pick it up in no hurry, but was not in a hurry to return it to her, and stood by her side, tilting his head to look at her.

"Have you bullied 'referring to a deer as a horse' again?"
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She was quite serious, but she still couldn't help laughing when he asked him to say that.

She stomped her feet on the ground, "It's annoying. You come to disturb others when they are concentrating on other things!"

"If it hadn't been for you, it wouldn't have fallen to the ground. Would you still say that I 'bullied' it?"

Her hairpin is actually made of wood, he cut it out by himself.

Three years ago, she escaped desperately protecting him with her mutilated body, but she couldn't bring out anything except the clothes she was wearing.

Her hair had already fallen apart when she was bullied.

When hiding in the cemetery, she couldn't even find a hairpin to tie her hair.

She didn't care too much about it, just randomly poked a tree branch on the grave of someone else's house, and still wrapped her hair with black hair.

It's just that there were bark and knots on the branch, and it wasn't smooth. Her hair was often caught, and every time she combed and loosened her hair, she couldn't help howling three times.

Until one day, when she woke up in the morning and wanted to comb her hair, she saw that the tree branch had changed its appearance and lay slippery by her hand.

She held it up and leaned forward with joy.

It's not her turn to be moved yet, she is just in the shape of Le Na's branch—tsk, how should I describe it, like a hot-tempered lady who has been stripped of her clothes abruptly, she is so smooth, I can feel it It's shy and uncomfortable.

Also, the original horny head of the tree branch was also cut off, and it was carved into an animal head in its natural form.

She took a closer look and couldn't help muttering, "...What is this, a unicorn?"

It is really a bit like the unicorn in the western mythology of later generations, the one with the horse's head and the horns on the top.

Then he pushed the door open and came in, and asked her in astonishment, "What beast?"

She couldn't explain the unicorn thing, so she gave a simplified version, "Just... a horse."

He smiled, and pointed to his own crutch, "I followed this sculpture."

She stared straight away.

Because, her uncle's crutch was cut out by her.

Just like her, her uncle escaped in such a mess that he had nothing but clothes.

Other things are easy to deal with, but the most urgent thing is to get a crutch for her uncle.

——It’s thankful to say that her uncle couldn’t walk on Yueshan Mountain back then, and his master Mu Yin thought of many methods for him, including acupuncture, medicinal bath, and dredging the meridians, but he almost missed it. The steamer went to steam, but to no avail.

But on the night of the catastrophe, perhaps due to his belief in escape, his uncle was able to stand up, and even ran away with a limp!

Otherwise, with her crippled body that had just been bullied that day, she really didn't have the energy to run behind his back.

Because after all, he has just been able to walk, like a child who has just learned to toddle. He can't walk stably by himself, and he must have support.She couldn't be by his side all the time, so a crutch was just needed at that time.

That's why she was able to pluck the wool from a sheep—she even went to the family's grave and hung the southeast branch herself—using her own weight, she took the most beautiful and straightest branch from the tree. The branches were pulled down.

At that time, she couldn't find a suitable hatchet, so she looked for the rough stone and went up to grind it, grinding off the bark and burrs; With courage and wisdom, the small branches attached to the big branches were cut and ground as needed, and they were barely shaped into shapes, and they were used as crutches for him.

In order to avoid appearing too shabby, she also solemnly named the crutch—whose hand will die.

When he first held the crutch, his eyes were full of joy; but after hearing the name, his expression began to twist.

Because her master Mu Yin gave him the nickname "Mu Youzi", so she called him "Youyou" in the childhood.

"Youyou" is long, and "Youyou" is short. I am used to it, and the other brothers asked her gracefully if it was because of "Yoyo Luming".

So she said that day, who will win...

His facial features were distorted for a long time, sighed, and looked up at her helplessly, "So from now on, it means that I will hold a dead deer in my hand every day, right?"

She smiled in her heart and said "yes"; but on the surface she quickly found an excuse to cover it up.

"I just wanted to give you a good name for this crutch. It can't be like my 'Bone Demon'. I think, I have to give you an idiom-it has something to do with the hands, isn't it' Who wins the deer?"

She didn't expect that it hadn't been two days since he had passed, and this time he would give her a hairpin that was like a gourd.

Then she could only look at him helplessly and say contentedly, "Then you are 'meaning a deer into a horse'."
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The "Who wins when the deer dies" in his hand, and the "Give the deer a horse" in her post all record the most difficult time of the two of them.

So no matter what kind of quarrel the two of them had, as soon as they were mentioned, no matter what the pimples were, they all disappeared.

She sighed, turned sideways, and gave half of the sitting bed to him.

"Sit down quickly. The autumn is cool in the mountains, and your leg should hurt again."

He obediently put away "Who will die", and then sat down gently.

She looked at his legs, "Tsk, do you think you were a mermaid in your previous life?"

He had only learned to walk late, and after a little wind and cold, his legs became more and more difficult to walk... It was as if the legs were split from the back of a mermaid's tail.

But he tilted his head to look at her, "I like leg pain."

She raised her eyebrows, "What the hell are you talking about?"

He lowered his head, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, "...the pain is severe, you will rub it for me."
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Her face suddenly felt a little hot.

"Hey, why are you at ease? I advise you to stop thinking about it as soon as possible!"

She had rubbed his legs, but it was still in the cemetery.He was just able to walk again, and she was afraid that his meridians would be blocked again, so she rubbed him twice when his leg was in severe pain.

Later, when their situation got better, he practiced puppetry again, and she never cared about him again.

"If you are in pain now, you should hurry up and find your own puppet!"

He has two bastards and four mice by his side now, who can help him pinch his legs?

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