Chapter 1323: Chapter 1325: If You Want to Find Your Mother, Go_1
Yangyang burst into laughter upon hearing this, but then he looked troubled and said, "Dad, I really want to go to the sky, but I just can’t get there. Up till now, I haven’t figured out how to do it."
"Haha..." Ye Zi’an was amused by the boy’s innocent expression. "You could go to the sky if you fitted yourself with some wings."
"Dad, don’t think you can fool me just because I’m young; sticking on wings is useless." Yangyang snuggled in Ye Zi’an’s arms and glanced at him unhappily, "Mom said there’s something that can carry people and fly in the sky, I just can’t figure out what it could be."
"Then why don’t you ask your mom?"
"Mom says she doesn’t know how to make it either." At this point, he clenched his little fists and said, "So I want Mom to draw it, and when I grow up, I’ll make it."
"Dad, imagine if we could really make that thing, we could fly over even the highest city walls—how awesome would that be!"
Inside the carriage, Yang Chuxia listened to her son’s childish words and couldn’t stop smiling.
"This boy’s imagination just keeps getting bigger and bigger."
"Mom, is it really impossible to make?" Lele asked as well.
"At least Mom can’t make it, but maybe someone else can." She was about to say that no one in this world could do it, but then she suddenly remembered news reports from her previous life where many stories mentioned someone in a certain place had made a little airplane or someone else had made a simple one.
"Then Mom, what does that thing look like? What’s it called?"
After thinking for a moment, Yang Chuxia asked Mingcui to bring paper and writing materials, "This thing, it’s called an airplane. There are airplanes for carrying people and there are also ones specially for use in combat. Hold on, I’ll draw it for you."
"Mom, I’ll grind the ink for you." As soon as Yang Chuxia spread out the rice paper, Lele voluntarily took care of everything else.
"Good!"
As Lele watched Yang Chuxia’s pen trace lines on the paper, a sense of pride welled up inside him, feeling that his parents were incredible and seemed to know everything.
"How about that?" A moment later, Yang Chuxia held up the finished drawing to air it and pointed at the fuselage, "See, people sit inside here, and the pilot sits in the front."
"Wow, Mom, is this faster than a horse?"
"Of course it’s faster than a horse. If we had this, we could get from Mianyang to Funan in just one day." Yang Chuxia stroked her son’s head, feeling nostalgic. Having lived in ancient times for so long, she was suddenly awestruck by the inventions of her previous life.
"Little brother would be extremely interested in this," Lele said after looking at it.
"What would I be interested in?" While the two were chatting, the carriage stopped, and the curtain was lifted to reveal Yangyang’s smiling little head.
"This, Mom’s drawing of an airplane. Didn’t you want to fly? Here, this is something that can fly."
After he settled in, Lele handed over the paper to him, but Ye Zi’an who had followed inside took it first.
"Dad, you’re stealing my thing," Yangyang pouted.
Ye Zi’an gave him a sidelong glance, "This is drawn by my wife, if you want it go ask your wife."
At that, Yangyang immediately retorted, "This is drawn by my mom, if you want it, go ask your mom."
"Hehe, smart kid, quite the fast talker, huh?" Ye Zi’an ruffled his head vigorously and pulled him into his arms, "Alright, let’s look at it together. Stop pouting, you look like a girl."