The Son of Light was leaning against the wall of the cave, biting his own tail and humming, not looking very smart.
"Did...the Son of Light do it?" The fool looked at Baomu.
Baomu's eyes lit up and he immediately crouched down next to the Son of Light. The Son of Light happily threw away his tail and circled around Baomu's feet, shaking his head.
"Xiaoguang," Baomu reached out to pick up the Son of Light, looked into its eyes and asked, "Did you take the gecko into Sister Xiaoyin's bag?"
The Son of Light was stunned for a second, tilted his head, and showed a confused expression.
"Does it... don't understand?" the fool asked hesitantly.
Baomu looked up at him, "Xiaoguang doesn't understand human language."
"...Then you still ask him."
"I'm just doing it as a formality. This is spiritual communication."
The fool was speechless.
"I understand, just like the communication between Xiaolan and Heipi," Qin Yin expressed understanding, "Then what happened in your communication?"
"That's what it did."
"Ah?" said the fool, "Are these his original words?"
"It can't speak," Baomu said matter-of-factly, "That's what I guessed."
"Oh, then the situation between you and Xiaolan is different. Xiaolan can really hear Heipi talking." Qin Yin said.
"Why do you think Xiaoguang does this? Does it have any special skills?" Baomu asked them excitedly, holding the Son of Light in his arms.
Qin Yin sighed and shook his head. It's so sad to be a parent.
"Maybe, but it's not surprising," the fool replied sternly, "after all, it is a mythical beast, so it must have some skills."
"S--don't say that in front of Xiaoguang," Baomu covered the ears of the child of light, frowning and said dissatisfiedly, "I usually tell it that it is very powerful."
Although the fool had doubts about whether the Son of Light could understand Baomu's encouraging education, he still gave a thumbs up and shut his mouth obediently.
"Why are you still standing there? Let's get back to work." Qin Yin looked at the two of them. "I mean...you guys should get back to work. Mr. Shen is still waiting."
"Hey! I'm here!" Mr. Shen agreed there.
"It's okay," Qin Yin also shouted back, "Don't worry, we'll be there soon!"
"OK!"
"Hurry up and get to work," Qin Yin waved his hand and chased the two of them away like ducks, "Baomu, don't think about it. Even if your Son of Light has any new skills, it's impossible to wipe out this pile of bones. In the end, you still have to rely on
You two, you still have questions...eh? Where are you asking Ling?"
After a while, without noticing, Wen Ling fell asleep leaning against the cave wall. However, her sleep did not seem to be stable. Her body trembled from time to time, and her head moved from side to side uneasily.
"Hey, maybe I have a nightmare," Qin Yin stood up straight with a limp, "Baomu, go over and have a look."
Bao Mu ran to Wen Ling and shook her shoulders gently, "Wen Ling, Wen Ling... wake up quickly, you will catch a cold if you sleep here."
Wen Ling shivered violently, and then woke up faintly. She opened her pale gray eyes, and thick water vapor enveloped her pupils.
"Are you okay?" Baomu saw that Wenling was still trembling, so he put the Son of Light on her body to warm her hands.
Wenling looked at Baomu, the fear in her eyes was gradually replaced by confusion, and then turned to realization. Finally, she let out a big breath, covered her face uncontrollably and started crying.
"Baomu, what have you done?!" Qin Yin, who didn't know the truth, heard the cry, picked up a bone as a crutch, and limped over.
"No...it's not me..." Baomu stood up helplessly and said aggrievedly.
The fool helped Qin Yin come over, and Qin Yin quickly sat next to Wen Ling and hugged her shoulders.
"Ouch... what's going on? Why are you crying? Are you having a nightmare?"
Wen Ling choked with sobs and said "Yeah", fell into Qin Yin's arms, and burst into tears.
"What dream did you have that scared you like this?" The fool bent down and looked at them, "It's okay to ask the spirit. You can tell us, just in two words. We will wait."
Wen Ling's cries became quieter. She wiped her tears and sat up from Qin Yin's arms. While sobbing, she struggled to say one word, "...home..."
"It turns out I was dreaming about going home." The fool breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't cry. After we get out, we will take you home."
Bao Mu and Qin Yin agreed repeatedly.
Wen Ling gradually recovered, she sniffed, looked at them, and suddenly smiled again.
The three of them had questions on their faces.
"What...what happened again? Wenling, if you have any mental problems, you must notify us in time."
Wen Ling smiled and shook his head and waved his hand, "It's a dream."
"Yes," Baomu answered naturally, "dreams are all fake."
Wen Ling nodded heavily.
Qin Yin looked at Baomu with admiration. He was indeed a person who often communicated spiritually with the Son of Light, and his understanding ability was very strong.
"Okay, let's get on with the work," Baomu stood up, "Wenling, just stay here and play with Xiaoguang. Brother Fool and I will just move."
Although Wen Ling was frail, she was surprisingly responsible. She struggled to stand up, but the fool pressed her shoulder and said, "No need to Wen Ling, you can't move anything anyway." Wen Ling became famous.
With a straight face, he shrank back to Qin Yin.
Qin Yin turned her head and asked, "Wen Ling, did you dream about your family?"
Wen Ling's eyes became sad. She looked at the fluffy child of light and nodded silently.
"Oh, I shouldn't have listened to Lao Luo and asked you to run in," Qin Yin said, "You have a family, they will be worried about you."
Wen Ling raised his head, let out a long sigh, and looked far away.
"But don't worry," Qin Yin patted her back, "We will definitely protect you and send you home intact."
Complete? Isn’t this word inappropriate?
Forget it, I said it all, and Wen Ling didn't seem to care.
"My family..." Wen Ling said two words softly.
Then there was silence.
After being silent for a long time, the cool-down time passed, and she still had no intention of continuing.
"What happened to your family?"
Wen Ling shook his head again, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, "No."
"there is nothing?"
After a while, Wen Ling raised his head and looked at Qin Yin steadily, "Home."
What a strange conversation.
Qin Yin didn't ask any other questions. She had family but no home. It seemed that there was something she couldn't tell Ling, or she didn't even know the answer.
The two people here were playing a puzzle game, and the two people there were working enthusiastically. When the fool slammed out several bones and prepared to carry them, Mr. Shen suddenly shouted excitedly.