Rebirth of Asura

Chapter 17
The next morning, Bai Qingqing didn't go to work in the hospital because her precious daughter invited her to watch the firing process of her first pottery figurine today.A genius is a genius, and I don't understand what they think. If it were her, she would learn how to make beautiful ceramics, and she actually likes the scary terracotta figurines.

In the morning after the heavy rain, it was cool and the air was fresh. Swing Snow squatted in the shade of the grass in the yard, tore off a bunch of green grass with raindrops on it, shook off the water stains, and put the broken stem of the grass under his nose for a deep sniff. Well, it smells so good!
Gusts of cool wind blew past, blowing the unique scent of grass away. Bai Qingqing smelled the faint scent of grass in the air outside the fence, and knew what Swing Snow was doing now, and the people came before they arrived.

"Cute Xiaoxue! You ran into the grass again without your shoes on?" Bai Qingqing pushed open the big iron gate, with a hint of excitement in her voice.

I have been a mother for 14 years, and my daughter has almost nothing to worry about. She looks petite and fragile, and she is very protective. She is not afraid of lightning, thunder, and darkness. Fuck no sense of accomplishment.The only thing that is like a child is that because I especially like the smell of grass, I like to pull the grass to smell it in the morning when the weather is good, and I especially like to play, bare, and feet on the turf.

Sure enough, Qiu Qianxue was wearing a very refreshing light green suspender tutu skirt with folded lace, and her slender legs were standing together in a somewhat guilty posture. Looking down, there were two white and tender girls buried in the fluffy grass. Little feet, with her left foot on the instep of her right foot, her toes are slightly bent, and her pink and tender nails are faintly visible due to force. She is still holding a bunch of grass in her little hand, looking at Bai Qingqing's smiling face with a hint of playfulness and kindness. please.

The long-lost feeling surged up, and Bai Qingqing excitedly applied the classic style of teaching children to lightly reprimand, "Meng Xiaoxue, you are too disobedient, have you seen how many times Auntie Qing has told you? The grass is very humid after it rained just now , standing barefoot in the grass, it is easy to get sick... balabalabala" Bai Qingqing's mood is not too good after a series of words!

It's such a simple truth. Sometimes my daughter is ignorant and needs her parents to teach her. Oh, it's such a sense of accomplishment!

Qiu Qianxue nodded humbly, but she knew in her heart that Aunt Qing actually wished that she would "not change after repeated admonitions".

Satisfied, Bai Qingqing felt the sense of accomplishment of a majestic parent. After eating breakfast, she was taken to the pottery room by the swing snow. She frowned a little uncomfortable. This was too incompatible with the style of the fairy tale small western-style house, and she turned on the light.

So crowded, so...strange room, clay, machines, kilns, and a pot of pottery figurines taller than her. The expressionless pottery figurines with only eyelids and no eyeballs made Qingqing feel horrified, and she simply stopped looking at it. Terracotta figurines, go to the shelf by the window.

"Huh! Xue'er will glaze the pottery? It's so beautiful..." One by one, she stroked the glazed porcelain ornaments on the shelf by the window. The maid doll in Hanfu was taken aback by those strange eyes.

Qiu Qianxue walked over and took Bai Qingqing's hand, "Yes, once you get more proficient in the technique, you won't be making pottery figurines, but big pottery dolls." Those beautiful and lovely seniors can't be made into pottery figurines , to make ceramic dolls to keep their beauty.

As soon as his hand warmed up, Bai Qingqing's tight heart let go, "Oh... oh" The pottery figurines are not good-looking, and the ceramic dolls are also... a bit permeable!Is it true that she doesn't understand art?

Chen Wei thought that he was already dead.

He couldn't move, couldn't open his eyes, couldn't open his mouth, and couldn't make a sound from his throat. Even the outside voices were hard to hear. He didn't know where he was now. He thought he was dead.

But just now, he heard a long-lost voice, like rain falling on his heart that was about to wither.

Although it sounds very small, he can still be sure that this is the adoptive mother of that little devil, the woman he chased 4 years ago, Bai Qingqing, and she is in this room now.

He is saved!
As long as he can be found by the second person, he has a chance to leave this hellish room and leave that devilish child.

In the limited space, he exhaled vigorously, hoping to attract Bai Qingqing's attention.

Bai Qingqing suppressed her slight discomfort, and walked around the pottery figurine, "Where are we now? Do you need my help?"

Qiu Qianxue smiled, her unbelievably big eyes bent into slits, "I just want Aunt Qing to help me lift it up and put it in the kiln."

"So you came to me just for help! I thought Xue'er was missing Aunt Qing, I'm so sad!"

Qiu Qianxue opened the kiln door with a smile, and the two of them worked together to lift the figurine up and moved it into the kiln with great effort.

"Why is this big guy so heavy? It's more laborious than lifting a person!"

Chen Wei almost used up all his strength in the small space, and he was right beside him, and he could be heard if he tried harder.

Um?Do you still hold the hope of escape at this time?How ugly!
Bai Qingqing has been holding a scalpel for more than ten years, and doing this kind of strenuous work, she is so tired that she is out of breath.
After finally carrying the big guy in, Bai Qingqing closed the furnace door, and waited eagerly for Qiu Qianxue to turn on the machine. She always felt that they were not the only two of them here, panting, and glanced at it in fear and curiosity. Glancing at the Hanfu dolls on the shelf, she was so frightened that her breath stopped again. Emma, ​​no matter where she stood, she felt like she was staring at her. The feeling in this room is too bad. Huh, my daughter is swollen, why is she so courageous? It's fine if you like to watch lightning and listen to thunder, but why did you come up with such a hairy place?

After Qiu Qianxue finished operating the program, Bai Qingqing dragged her out the door as if fleeing.

With a "bang", the door closed, completely isolating Chen Wei's hard-won hopes.

The temperature in the kiln quickly rose to 900 degrees, and Chen Wei felt like a soldering iron was scalding his nose. The magical heat-insulating gel protected his body well, but did not seal his nose.

The pain of life is worse than death!

The narrow space is bright red and bright, and the tall pottery figurines stand quietly in the sea of ​​flames. The thick pottery clay is fired to be somewhat transparent, and inside, there is a heart that is dying of pain...

(End of this chapter)