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Chapter 92 The Clay Sculptor's Father
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Little Crescent Moon paused slightly, seemingly not expecting it, and didn't react for a moment.

Sasha, on the other hand, was surprised to learn that Little Crescent's parents had already divorced.

And judging from her sister's expression, it seems there's more to it than that.

"Do you know what divorce means?" Xu Qingling asked.

Xu Qingling thought that Lin Yue was only 5 years old and too young to understand what divorce meant, but unexpectedly, after Xu Qingling asked her that question, the little crescent moon nodded.

Lin Yue knew what divorce meant.

She attended kindergarten, where her former deskmate, a little boy, had parents who divorced.

Divorce means that the parents no longer live together.

They each left, each with new families and loved ones, and perhaps even new babies.

Lin Yue remembers that her little classmate, a boy, would always cry after learning that his parents were divorcing, and he was very sad.

He said: My parents got divorced, and they each have new families and new babies. But I have no family anymore, and I've become a baby that neither of my parents wants.

Lin Yue only attended kindergarten for one semester before she was hospitalized.

Then she died.

Little Crescent Moon counted on her short little fingers; she had been dead for eight years.

After 8 years, has she become a baby that neither her parents want anymore?
Have they each had a new baby?

Little Crescent Moon's eyes reddened even more. This time, even though she tried her best to hold back and didn't cry out, tears of blood still kept falling.

Ghosts don't have tears; blood tears are tears of blood, an intertwining of blood and tears.

A ghost that sheds tears of blood has reached a point of deep sorrow.

Looking at Xiaoyueya's tear-streaked face, Xu Qingling, who was usually indifferent and detached, suddenly felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

She even did something that surprised her, something she didn't even have time to react to.

By the time she realized what was happening, she had already squatted down and held the tiny crescent moon in her arms.

"It's okay, cry if you want to."

Her words made Lin Yue, who had been trying to be sensible and hold back her tears, finally break down. She wrapped her arms around Xu Qingling's neck and burst into tears.

She was crying very sadly, especially her dog-like eyes, which were now full of tears.

It's like a puppy abandoned by its owner and left in the rain.

However, Xu Qingling did not let her cry too much.

Too much blood and tears will severely damage the soul and body.

Only after Xiaoyueya calmed down did Xu Qingling ask her again if she still wanted to see her parents.

"Yes." Without much hesitation, Little Crescent Moon gave Xu Qingling a definite answer.

Little Crescent Moon thought that even if her parents separated, even if they had new babies and forgot about her, she would still be happy as long as her parents were happy.

"Okay, let's go now."

"Let's go see your father first."
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The small park in Jianghuai City is actually a tourist attraction, despite its name. It has many antique buildings that have been preserved from the Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China period.

In the past, not many people came and went from this place.

It wasn't until Jianghuai City began developing its tourism industry and designated the historically significant Xiaogongyuan (Little Park) as a tourist attraction that people from all over the country began to visit it.

With more tourists, there are also more street vendors.

There's a small stall that always manages to attract a lot of attention.

He was a disabled man who sold clay figurines at a street stall.

He was a middle-aged man, looking to be almost forty years old. He was not tall, rather thin, and had a rather ordinary face.

Although it was already September, the weather was still quite hot, and he seemed to always be wearing a blue shirt and pants throughout the summer.

He sat on the ground, but it was very clean.

My first impression of him could be summed up in two words: ordinary. He seemed to be just an ordinary, unremarkable person, with a generic face, the kind you'd easily lose in a crowd.

But every time people see him for the first time, their eyes will still fall on him afterwards.

Perhaps it's because of his disability?

Yes, his hands are disabled.

He was wearing short sleeves, and his disabled hands were exposed.

Both hands, including the palms, and half of the forearms are gone.

Whenever adults or children pass by, their eyes fall on his hands, but even more so on the small stall in front of him.

That really was just a small stall.

The stall is two stories high, with rectangular drawers that can be pulled open to reveal different colored clay pieces inside.

In front of him were clay figures he had sculpted, each with a different shape.

There are adorable pandas eating bamboo, dogs carrying bones, and various cartoon characters such as the Monkey King, SpongeBob SquarePants, and Pleasant Goat.

He's amazing. As long as someone gives him a picture, he can sculpt an almost miniature clay figure based on the person in the picture.

If a customer requests that the sculpture be made in their own likeness, that is also possible.

As for how to do it?
Naturally, it would be the remaining half of the forearm.

It is said that this is an uncle who doesn't like to talk; he can't say more than a few words all day while setting up his stall.

But when sculpting clay figures, he is very serious and attentive.

When Xu Qingling arrived invisibly with Sasha and Xiaoyueya, a mother and child were standing in front of the man, Lin Qu.

He was carefully kneading the Ultraman figure the little boy had requested.

He sculpted with great care, constantly pulling out clay from the drawer and using the remaining half of his forearm to help with the sculpting.

It's fine when sculpting, but it's quite difficult when it comes to carving small details of the figure, such as facial features, since he doesn't have fingers.

But it didn't seem to stump him. With a toothpick between his forearms, he carefully drew the facial features of the figure.

His expression was calm, focused, and he seemed to be enjoying the process.

He worked quickly, and in almost no time, an Ultraman figure that looked almost exactly like the picture was completed.

The little boy held the Ultraman figure, his eyes shining with joy.

When the boy's mother saw the sign next to her that said the price was negotiable, she scanned 80 yuan and handed it over.

Just as the mother and son left, another mother and daughter passed by.

The 5- or 6-year-old girl looked at the mud figures and refused to leave.

"Mom, I want this."

"No, you've bought too much today, we can't buy any more, let's go home."

"But Mom, I really like that little princess in the pink dress."

The little girl was pointing to the one placed right in the middle of all the clay figurines, which was also the most exquisite.

She was a little girl wearing a light pink princess dress, holding a magic wand, and wearing a sparkling crown on her head; she was very pretty.

The little girl's mother glanced at it and thought the clay figure was indeed beautiful, with very vivid details.

But judging from its appearance, it's obviously not cheap.

"No, Crescent Moon, you've already exceeded your allowance for today. You can't buy any more. You can buy more next time you come."

In the end, the little girl had no choice but to be pulled away by her mother, but her gaze couldn't help but fall on the little girl clay figure, turning back every few steps.

Just then, Lin Qu, who had been silent all along, spoke up.

"and many more."

(End of this chapter)