I of Douluo became Tang San's grass

Chapter 1 When can I be seen by you
In summer, the sky is bright, and the sky in the distance is white with fish maw.I was floating in the air, looking at the young man who was meditating seriously, feeling a little lost.

This world is no longer the one I am familiar with, with lush vegetation, no familiar car exhaust and hustle and bustle, no spicy sticks and cakes, and most importantly, no computers and mobile phones.

"It still doesn't work, my Xuantian Kungfu still can't break through the bottleneck of the first floor," said the five or six-year-old boy, dressed in dark blue plain clothes, with an ordinary appearance, only a pair of eyes shining brightly, and his face was calm and frowning beyond his age. Slightly wrinkled, looking at the little hands with a little distress.

"Tang... San, Tang... San," I stretched out my hand and poked the boy's face, "When will you see me? I've been floating for five years and... 307 days. It's been very hard, okay, and I have no salary... "

Tang San's face was slightly itchy, and his eyes were dim. Ever since he was five years old, for some reason, he felt a blade of grass secretly touch his face from time to time. The leaves were soft, with only two pieces. Sometimes he even touched his abdomen, which was very itchy. Yes, he has searched for the reason several times in a silent manner, but found nothing except for the perception that it is a blue silver grass.

Fortunately, he didn't feel any malice, and he didn't suffer any harm. As time went by, he gradually got used to its existence, but in the past few days, he could actually feel the gaze of that grass. To vent his anger, he was poking him to vent his anger.

Tang San felt a little funny, in the past year, his attitude towards this grass, from shock, vigilance, and doubt at the beginning, to calmness and relaxation later, until now he is used to its company, right as an invisible Friends, in your spare time, you will guess the intention of its every move.This is a good way to relax both physically and mentally.

I poked and poked, and found that the child suddenly laughed, "What's wrong, did you remember something happy? Tell me."

Still laughing!

Don't go home to cook porridge yet!

Your father is going to wake up hungry, wait a minute!
As if reminded by me, Tang San carried a large pile of firewood on his back, and quickly floated down the mountain at the pace of ghostly shadows, while I was enveloped by a large transparent circle with Tang San as the center, pulling with me Together with him, the huge inertia of advancing made me turn over several times in the air.

I didn't tell you to go so fast even if I told you to go!
I haven't got my grip yet!

The leaves of my anger stand up.

After vaguely seeing the people from Shenghun Village, Tang San resumed his normal child's speed and walked slowly. The acrobat performer I stopped in the air, and looked at the simple and harmless Tang suit bumbling third with burning eyes, "Good morning, Uncle Wang!"

"It's so early to cut firewood again, Xiaosan," the middle-aged uncle with gray temples smiled familiarly.

Tang San nodded, and walked towards the three simple earthen houses on the west side. As soon as he entered the house, he smelled the tangy aroma of porridge. He put down the firewood, went to the stove and lifted the lid. heat.

Every time before going up the mountain, the rice was planted, and when Tang San got the firewood ready and practiced, it was just cooked.

Using a bowl full of notches, carefully put two bowls of porridge on the table, Tang San called to the room where his father was, "Dad, it's time to eat."

I pick up the words skillfully, "Dad is here, Dad is here."

The door curtain was lifted, and a tall and burly man in his 50s staggered out of it. His body smelled of alcohol, his skin was bronze-colored under his torn gray robe, his eyes were dull, and his face was full of stubble.

Decadent old man!I floated to the farthest place from Tang Hao.A mighty Titled Douluo made it like this, and even didn't take good care of his own son.

"Tang San, hit him and hit him!" I watched Tang Hao who was gulping down the porridge and finished his bowl, and then signaled Tang San with his eyes to fill another bowl.What a man.

It's a pity that Tang San couldn't hear my shout, smiled limply, took the bowl of "da da da" to scoop it up, "Dad, drink slowly, there is more."

Soon, seven or eight minutes of a pot of porridge went into Tang Hao's stomach, and he took a long breath, "I have work to do, I'll do it in the afternoon, and I'll sleep now."

Tang San nodded, "Good dad."

Seeing his son, who is related to his blood, eating porridge obediently, and not playing with the children in the village on weekdays, he asked himself the day before yesterday if the iron block at home could be used.

He was silent, is the child raised like this?How could he remember that at this age, he used to like to be mischievous with his elder brother.Will Ah Yin hit him when he comes back?Tang Hao touched his conscience secretly, feeling a little pain.

"If you want to forge iron, I can teach you."

Tang San didn't care about the porridge, he raised his head and responded expectantly, "Father, you agreed, that's great."

"Well, hit it [-] times first, and I'll teach you," Tang Hao pointed to the big iron lump fifty centimeters square in the corner of the room.That piece of ordinary iron contains a lot of impurities, it is big and hard, and it is not easy to deal with it ten thousand times.

"I can," Tang San said with a firm expression.

From the beginning of this day, I watched Tang San, a good boy, go down the mountain every day after having breakfast, and the sound of "dang dang dang dang" came from his hands.

Sweat dripped from his bare wheat-colored skin. Tears dripped from the corners of my mouth as I looked at the lean boy in front of the fire.

Children, stickers, I want stickers! !
(End of this chapter)