I of Douluo became Tang San's grass

Chapter 1 When can I be seen by you?

Author: Mo Mo You Wen

Chapter 1 When can I be seen by you?

In the summer, the sky was bright and there was a hint of fish belly white in the sky in the distance. I was floating in the air and looked at the young man meditating seriously beside me, feeling a little lost.

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

"It still doesn't work. My Xuantian Technique still can't break through the bottleneck of the first level." The five or six-year-old boy was dressed in dark blue plain clothes and had an ordinary appearance. Only one pair of eyes were shining. His face was calm and unbecoming of his age, and his brows were visible.

Wrinkled slightly, looking at the little hands slightly distressed.

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

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Tang San's face was slightly itchy and his eyes were dim. Ever since he was five years old, for some unknown reason, he had felt a blade of grass touching his face secretly from time to time. It had only two tender leaves, and sometimes it would touch his abdomen, which was strangely itchy.

Yes, he had quietly searched for the reason several times, but found nothing except that it was a piece of blue silver grass.

Fortunately, he didn't feel any malice, nor did he suffer any harm. As time went by, he gradually got used to its existence. However, in recent days, he could actually feel the gaze of the grass. At this time, the grass was probably filled with resentment.

To vent your anger, you are poking him to vent your anger.

Tang San felt a little funny in his heart. In the past year, his attitude towards this grass had changed from shock, vigilance, and confusion at the beginning, to calmness and relaxation, and now he has become accustomed to its company, treating it as an invisible person.

Friends, in your spare time, you can also guess the intention of every move it makes. This is a good way to relax both body and mind.

I poked and prodded, and found that the child suddenly laughed, "What's up? Did you remember something happy? Tell me about it."

Still laughing!

Why don’t you go home and cook porridge!

Your dad is going to wake up hungry. Wait a minute!

As if being reminded by me, Tang San carried a large pile of firewood on his back and quickly floated down the mountain with ghostly steps. I was enveloped by a large transparent circle with Tang San as the center, pulling me with him.

Together with him, the huge inertia of my advance caused me to turn several somersaults in the air.

I didn’t ask you to leave so fast!

I haven't grasped it yet!

The leaves of my anger stood up.

After vaguely seeing the people of the Holy Soul Village, Tang San returned to walking slowly at the speed of a normal child. The acrobatic performer I stopped in the air, looking at Tang San with a simple and harmless look on his face, "Good morning, Uncle Wang!"

"It's so early to chop wood again, mistress," the middle-aged man with gray hair said with a familiar smile.

Tang San nodded and walked towards the three simple adobe houses on the west side. As soon as he entered the house, smelling the fragrant aroma of porridge, he put down the firewood, went to the stove and opened the lid, and the soft porridge was boiling.

heat.

Every time before going up the mountain, he would put down some rice and wait for Tang San to get firewood. After practicing, it would be cooked.

Using a bowl full of gaps, he carefully poured out two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table. Tang San called to the room where his father was, "Dad, it's time to eat."

I answered the question skillfully, "Daddy is here, daddy is here."

The door curtain was lifted, and a tall and burly man in his fifties staggered out. He smelled of pungent alcohol. Under the torn gray robe was bronze skin, his eyes were dull, and his face was covered with stubble.

Decadent old man! I floated to the farthest place away from Tang Hao. An awesome and coaxing Titled Douluo did this, and he didn't even take good care of his own son.

"Tang San, hit him, hit him!" I looked at Tang Hao, who was drinking porridge in big gulps. He finished the bowl three times, five times five times two, and even motioned Tang San with his eyes to fill up another bowl. What a man he was.

It's a pity that Tang San couldn't hear my call, so he smiled softly, took the bowl and started scooping out, "Dad, drink slowly, and..."

Soon, seven to eight percent of the pot of porridge went into Tang Hao's stomach. He took a long breath and said, "I have work to do. I'll do it in the afternoon. I'll take a nap now."

Tang San nodded, "Okay dad."

Seeing that my son, who is related to me by blood, was eating porridge obediently and did not play with the children in the village on weekdays, I asked him the day before yesterday if the iron blocks at home could be used.

He was silent, was this how children were raised? How could he remember that at this age, he used to like to be naughty and mischievous with his brother. Will Ah Yin beat him when he comes back? Tang Hao secretly touched his conscience, which felt a little painful.

"If you want to blacksmith, I can teach you."

Tang San ignored the porridge, raised his head and responded expectantly, "Dad, you agreed, that's great."

"Well, give it ten thousand blows first, and I will teach you," Tang Hao pointed to the large fifty-centimeter-square piece of iron in the corner of the room. That piece of ordinary iron contains many impurities, is large and hard, and can be beaten ten thousand times.

It's not easy to deal with.

"I can do it," Tang San said firmly.

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

Sweat flowed from his bare wheat-colored skin. I looked at the lean boy in front of the fire, tears dripping from the corners of my mouth.

Child, stick to the sticker, I want to stick to the sticker!!

(End of chapter)