Chapter 337: Su Wangbai
Space, under the ancient pear tree.
The old woman with silver hair sleeps peacefully, and the fingers of her hands folded on her abdomen are still as soft and flexible as those of a living person.
Tianbao spread the bedding he brought into the space under the tree, placed the old woman back on the bedding, and then probed her chest again.
The warmth in my heart has not yet dissipated.
This shows that her method is correct so far.
Tianbao squatted beside the old woman and wiped her hands and face with a wet towel before getting up and walking towards the medicine field.
Dangdangdang——
Dangdangdang——
From the moment she entered the space, she could hear the clanging sound constantly, and it was getting louder and louder.
Tianbao crossed the clear stream and walked slowly to the person who was squatting beside the medicinal field with his back to her and knocking on iron with a sword. He was not a human.
Dangdang, Dang——
Ding ding ding ding ding!
There was a very brief pause in the knocking sound, and then it became more violent.
Walking behind the man who was hammering iron, Tianbao put his hands behind his back and tilted his head, a hint of uncertainty in his heart.
This attitude of hers was exactly the same as when she annoyed Little Wheat Ear and the little girl acted like a spoiled child, deliberately throwing a tantrum and acting like a spoiled child in an attempt to be coaxed by her.
The eight tin men were knocked into the ground and buried completely, leaving only their heads.
Tianbao curled his five fingers and clasped someone's head, turning his head around. "Are you angry?"
She nodded her chin towards those eight heads and asked, "Did they cause this?"
It couldn't have been her fault.
She hasn't been in the space recently.
The undead man had no expression on his face and burrowed into the ground.
Tianbao put the five fingers that were clasped on his head together and moved them down quickly, holding up his chin and pulling out the man who was halfway out.
Either the person turns around or is struck down by a sword.
The sword struck the void beside Tianbao, and the blade stirred up an airflow, lifting the girl's hair that fell on her cheeks.
Then the murderer hugged the sword and turned to look away.
Tianbao, “…”
He has a bad temper.
The face and the pair of claws were also quite colorful, covered with mud marks.
Playing with soil too much.
"Come here." He pulled the man who was obviously throwing a tantrum to the edge of the stream, pulled off his clothes and threw him into the stream. Tianbao squatted down and washed him like washing vegetables.
The undead man didn't move at all the time, his dark eyes were frozen, as if he was stunned.
"Are you bored staying in this space? Do you want to go out and play?" Tian Bao washed the vegetables and took them out to dry. "I'll take you out later."
Someone's frozen eyeballs seemed to move.
"You need to have a name when you are out there. How about a surname?" Sitting by the stream, Tian Baoxiu casually moved his white fingers in the water, feeling the coolness of the water. "In the daytime, I climbed the mountain to watch the beacon fires, and in the evening, I watered my horses beside the Jiaohe River... Su Wangbai."
She tilted her head and asked the person squatting on the side, "How is it?"
The undead stared at the girl intently, looking as expressionless as usual.
However, those stiff pupils were extremely dark at this moment, as if the night sky had been splashed with a handful of ink, and the ink was flowing secretly in the darkness.
After the water stains on Su Wangbai's body dried, he put clothes on him and threw him a pear for him to eat while defecating. Tianbao left the space first.
There was going to be one more person at home, so she had to greet her grandparents first so as not to scare them.
On a sunny day at the end of April, the Su family courtyard was particularly lively at noon.
Old Mrs. Su was spreading rice husks in the yard to feed the chickens, and the chickens were clucking non-stop as they competed for food.
Old man Su, along with his sons and grandsons, worked tirelessly to expand the house by demolishing the walls, building frames, and piling up mud and earth.
Liu Yuelan, He Daxiang and Su Xiuer each brought a small stool and sat at the door of the kitchen to work together to weave a thatched roof. They would burst into laughter after a few words.
The children are all grown up, and now there is a little girl. There is no more room at home, so 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 wild delicacies in Changjing was now wearing a coarse cloth shorts, with his trouser legs rolled up and cloth shoes on, a tattered straw hat on his head, and a basket of soil for building a wall on his shoulder.
Seeing her coming out, he quickly shifted the shoulder pole to the side and said, "Sweetheart, move aside! You're blocking the way!"
Tianbao, “…”
My junior brother seemed happier when carrying soil than when reviewing memorials.
A familiar voice drifted out from the kitchen where smoke was billowing. "Tianbao, what kind of stove is this in your house? Why is the fire getting smaller and smaller? Come and help me, or you won't be able to drink a sip of herbal tea until dark!"
The young man in white came out of the kitchen, his face and body covered in dust from the smoke and fire. He was grinding his teeth and looked a little crazy.
The wheat ears in the vegetable garden behind the house were not to be outdone. "Sister, are you free? Come and help Bing'er and me dig out a bird's nest! There's a bird's nest on the jujube tree, and there are four eggs!"
"You were already as agile as a monkey climbing trees at the age of four. Aren't you ashamed to ask Tianbao for help to dig out a bird's nest?" Su Wu made a joke, but the little girl roared like a lion, "What do you care?"
He yelled at the old man next door, "Little wheat ear, wait until the bird lays the fifth egg before calling you Sister Tianbao. Grandpa is busy here, Tianbao, come and grind the medicine! The pestle in the pharmacy is all hairy!"
The cute and naive little girl who had successfully climbed up the jujube tree sat on a branch, giggling at the conversation.
"..." Tianbao rubbed his ears and said, "Grandpa, grandma, dad, mom, second uncle, second aunt, aunt, our family needs more people."
There was no one outside the yard.
The people in the courtyard didn't react for a while and they just saw a flash before their eyes.
A person fell from the sky out of nowhere.
He stood steadily when he landed, wearing black clothes and holding a long sword. His neck turned left and right twice with a click, and his dark eyeballs moved with his neck, stiff and mechanical.
It was so scary that the chickens fighting over the food stopped crowing.
The Su family members, "..."
After a moment, Mr. Su wiped his face and said, "Big brother, second brother, let's expand Du Lao's house later."
Su Da and Su Er, "Xiao An, Xiao Wen, Xiao Wu, draw the foundation!"
The three Su An brothers said, "Wei Li, keep digging!"
Wei Li immediately looked towards Bai Yu, "Bai Yu——"
Bai Yu flashed and retreated into the smoky kitchen.
Old Lady Su and the three women laughed together, "It just so happens that we have some extra new bedding at home, and now we can use it."
"His name is Su Wangbai." Tianbao curled her lips, took the long sword from Su Wangbai's hand, and jumped to the next door to remove the hairy guy in the pharmacy.
The house was bustling for two consecutive days.
Because of the expansion of the house, the villagers would come to help when they had free time, and there was almost no peace during the day.
The elders of the Su family did not ask about Su Wangbai's origins, nor did they ask me.
Tianbao can conjure up many things out of thin air, but he can't conjure up a living person. So when the elders of the Su family saw Su Wangbai lying in the yard, they actually realized that something was wrong.
But no one showed any abnormality.
When the new room next door was built, Su Wangbai also had his own nest.
A brand new wooden bed, brand new mosquito net and bedding.
There is a brand new wooden table by the window, and a brand new cabinet in the corner of the room, with brand new clothes neatly stacked in the cabinet.
It was already dark outside, and the embers of the setting sun cast a warm glow into the room.
The air was filled with the fragrance of burning firewood as the farmers cooked dinner, and the sound of laughter drifted in from the doors and windows.
Su Wangbai stood blankly in the room for a long time, then walked to the bed, sat on it very slowly, and then lay down little by little.
With his head resting on a woven reed pillow, his dark eyes looked up at the snow-white mosquito-shaped sky above him, and the black mist in his eyes continued to gather and spread.
...A long, long time ago, he seemed to have slept like this.
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