"NND, this is the same as some of the policemen over there..." Yi Qingchen cursed in her heart and couldn't help but sigh. She had a good impression of the shop owner and couldn't help but feel sad when she saw him and his wife.
Feeling compassion, he thought for a while and said, "Take out a piece of clothing that the child has worn before, preferably unwashed." The store owner was stunned: "What's the use of this, little brother?" Yi Qing
Chen smiled slightly: "Maybe I can help you search, maybe I can find your Lian'er." "What? Can you help us find Lian'er?" The shop owner almost didn't believe his ears, and even his voice started to rise.
Trembling. The woman's face was full of shock and ecstasy. No longer caring about shame, she stepped forward and took Yi Qingchen's hand: "Little brother, if you can help us find the child, we are willing to do it."
I am willing to work for you all my life..." Yi Qingchen smiled bitterly: "Don't be too happy too early. My magic power is limited in this area, so I can only do my best and obey fate." The shop owner turned around with trembling hands.
After rummaging through a suitcase, he finally found a small robe that his son wore at home. Looking back at things and remembering his son's cute and naughty appearance, he felt bitter in his heart and sighed deeply.
He handed the small robe to Yi Qingchen's hands. Yi Qingchen asked them to prepare a few pieces of yellow paper and a tube of brush. Yi Qingchen's calligraphy with brush was really not flattering. Fortunately, she only drew symbols and did not write.
The couple saw her crookedly drawing something like a ghost talisman, and for a moment they couldn't figure out what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd. "Damn, this broken writing brush is much harder to use than a fountain pen. If I had known that I was going to time travel, I would have
Come here with a pen." She complained secretly in her heart, sweating all over, and finally drew a decent spell. She took a long breath, fluttered her hands, and folded a paper crane in the blink of an eye.
Then she came out. She dipped a little cinnabar into the pen and lit the eyes of the paper crane. She muttered something in her mouth, and suddenly shouted: "Get up!" The paper crane flew up crookedly as if it were alive, with a pair of wings slightly
Fanning, it stopped in front of Yi Qingchen, as if waiting for something. Yi Qingchen picked up the child's clothes, put it under the paper crane's head and smelled it. The paper crane made a low cry and moved rapidly in the room.
After turning around in a circle, he fluttered his wings and flew out. The store owner and his wife were stunned and stood there dumbly, motionless.