Space, under the ancient pear tree.
The old woman with silvery hair was sleeping peacefully, and the fingers of her hands folded on her belly were still as soft and flexible as a stranger's.
Tianbao spread the bedding he brought into the space under the tree, placed the old woman on the bedding again, and then probed her heart again.
The warmth in my heart still lingers.
It shows that her method is correct so far.
Tianbao squatted next to the old woman and wiped her hands and face with a wet handkerchief before getting up and walking towards the medicine field.
Dangdangdang——
Dangdangdang——
From the moment she entered the space, she could hear the ringing in her ears, and she was becoming increasingly irritable.
Tianbao crossed the clear stream and walked slowly to the person who was squatting at the edge of the medicine field with his back to her, striking iron with a sword.
Dang, Dang——
Dang Dang Dang Dang!
There was a brief pause in the beating, and then it became even more violent.
Walking behind the man who was persistently hammering the iron, Tianbao put his hands behind his back and tilted his head, feeling a trace of uncertainty in his heart.
The way she behaves now is exactly the same as the little girl's behavior when she annoyed Wheat Sui, who deliberately acted like a spoiled brat and wanted to be coaxed by her.
The eight Tin Woodmen were knocked completely into the ground, leaving only their heads.
Tian Baoqu clasped a certain head with his five fingers and turned his head away, "Are you angry?"
She nodded her chin at the eight heads, "Did they cause it?"
It couldn't be her fault.
She hasn't entered the space recently.
The undead man had no expression on his face and dug into the ground on the spot.
Tianbao's five fingers on his head moved together quickly, holding his chin and pulling out the man who had escaped halfway.
Either the person reacts or strikes down with a sword.
Slashing into the air beside Tianbao, the sword blade stirred up air currents and picked up the broken hair that had fallen down on the girl's cheeks.
Then the murderer held the sword and turned to look away.
Tianbao, "..."
Quite a temper.
The face and a pair of paws were also pretty, with mud marks all over them.
Too much playing with dirt.
"Come here." He pulled the man who was obviously showing off his temper to the stream, took off his clothes and threw them into the stream. Tianbao squatted down and washed him like vegetables.
The undead man remained motionless throughout the entire process, his dark eyes frozen as if he was dazed.
"Are you bored in the space? Do you want to go out and play?" Tianbao washed the vegetables and took them out to dry, "I will take you out later."
A certain frozen eyeball seemed to move.
"I want to have a name when I go out, and I want to give you a name. What's your name?" Sitting by the stream, Tian Baoxiu twirled her white fingers in the stream, feeling the coolness of the stream. "In the daytime, I climbed the mountain to watch the beacon fire, and at dusk, I drank my horse by the river... …Su Wangbai.”
She tilted her head and asked the person squatting on one side, "How is it?"
The undead man stared at the girl, looking as dull as usual.
But those stiff eyes were extremely dark at the moment, as if another handful of ink had been splashed on the night sky, and the ink was flowing secretly in the darkness.
After waiting for the water stains on Su Wangbai's body to dry, he put some clothes on him and threw him a pear for him to eat and pull. Tianbao got out of the room first.
There was one more person in the family, so she had to say hello to her grandparents first so as not to scare them.
On a sunny day in late April, the Su family courtyard was particularly lively at noon.
Mrs. Su spread rice husks in the yard to feed the chickens, and the chickens kept clucking as they competed for food.
Old man Su took his son and grandson to demolish walls, build frames, lay mud and earth, and worked in full swing to expand the house.
Liu Yuelan, He Daxiang, and Su Xiuer each carried small stools and sat at the door of the kitchen to weave thatch covers together, saying a few words and bursting into laughter.
The children have grown up, and now there is a little girl. The house cannot be accommodated anymore, and the yard and rooms need to be expanded.
When Tianbao walked out of the main room, he happened to meet Wei Li who came out of the vegetable garden.
The young man who wore a dragon robe and ate delicacies in Changjing was now wearing a short jacket made of coarse cloth, wearing cloth shoes with his trouser legs rolled up, a worn-out straw hat on his head, and a basket of soil used to build the wall on his shoulder.
Seeing her coming out, she quickly turned the pole on her shoulders and said, "Stop, sweet baby, it's blocking the way!"
Tianbao, "..."
The younger brother looked happier when he was picking up dirt than when he was approving memorials.
A familiar voice came from the smoke-belching stove, "Tianbao, what kind of stove is this in your house? Why is the fire getting smaller and smaller! Come and help me, otherwise I won't be able to have a sip of herbal tea even after dark!"
The young man in white clothes came out of the kitchen, his face and body were covered in ash from the smoke, and he was grinding his teeth with a look of madness.
The wheat ears in the vegetable garden behind the house were not to be outdone, "Sister, are you free? Come and help me and Bing'er dig out the bird's nest! There is a bird's nest on the jujube tree, and there are four eggs!"
"You are as agile as a monkey when you climb trees at the age of four. How shameless are you to ask Tianbao for help when you need to dig out a bird's nest!" Su Wu teased casually, and the little girl roared like a lion, "I want you to take care of me!"
The old man next door yelled, "Wheat Sui, wait until the bird lays the fifth egg before calling you Sister Tianbao. Grandpa is not done with business here. Tianbao, come and grind the medicine! The medicine pestles in the pharmacy are all hairy." !”
The cute little girl who had successfully climbed up the jujube tree sat on the branch and giggled at these conversations.
"..." Tianbao rubbed his ears and said, "Grandpa, grandma, father, mother, second uncle, second aunt, aunt, there are more people in our family."
There is no one outside the hospital.
The courtyard didn't react for a moment, and everyone in the Su family could only feel their eyes blurred.
Someone fell out of nowhere.
When he landed, he stood firmly, wearing black clothes and holding a long sword. He turned his neck to the left and right twice, and his dark eyes followed his neck, stiff and mechanical.
That scary chicken that was fighting for food stopped crowing.
Su Jiazhong, "..."
After a moment, Mr. Su wiped his face and said, "Boss and Second Brother, we will expand Mr. Du's house later."
Su Da and Su Er, "Xiao An, Xiao Wen and Xiao Wu, draw the foundation!"
The three Su An brothers said, "Wei Li, keep digging!"
Wei Li immediately looked in the direction of Bai Yu, "Bai Yu——"
Bai Yu's body flashed and he retreated into the smoky kitchen.
Old Mrs. Su and the other three women laughed together, "I happen to have a lot of new bedding at home, so I can use it now."
"His name is Su Wangbai." Tianbao curled his lips, took the long sword from Su Wangbai's hand, jumped to the next door, and trimmed the hairy guy in the pharmacy.
The house was busy for two consecutive days.
Because of the expansion of the house, villagers would come over to help when they had free time, and there was almost no quiet time during the day.
The elders of the Su family did not ask about Su Wangbai's origins, nor did they inquire with me.
Tianbao can conjure many things out of thin air, but he cannot conjure a living person. So when they saw Su Wangbai fall into the yard, the elders of the Su family had already realized the difference.
But no one seemed strange.
When the new room next door was built, Su Wangbai also had his own nest.
Brand new wooden bed, brand new mosquito net and bedding.
A brand-new wooden table is placed by the window, and a brand-new cabinet is placed in the corner of the room. Brand-new clothes are neatly stacked in the cabinet.
At that time, the sky outside was dark, and the embers of the setting sun added a layer of warm light to the room.
The air was filled with the fragrance of burning firewood while the farmers were cooking dinner, and the sound of Yan Yan's laughter floated in through the doors and windows.
Su Wangbai stood dumbly in the room for a long time, then walked to the bed, sat on it bit by bit, and lay down bit by bit with very slow movements.
With his head resting on a straw reed pillow, his dark eyes looked at the snow-white mosquito tops above, and the black mist in his eyes continued to gather and spread.
...A long, long time ago, he seemed to have slept like this.
