"Na'er? It's a nice name, and your voice is nice too." Tang Wulin helped her up.
Na'er lowered her head and remained silent again.
"Where are your father and mother? Where is your home?" Tang Wulin asked.
Na'er shook her head.
"Cuckoo!" A strange voice suddenly sounded discordant.
Tang Wulin hurriedly lowered his head to look at his stomach, but he soon realized that the sound was not made by himself. Although there was a lot of dust on Na'er's little face with her head down, she could still faintly see a trace of blushing.
"Are you hungry? If you can't find your father or mother, I'll take you back to my house. My mother's cooking is delicious!" Tang Wulin grabbed Na'er's hand while talking, and Go in the direction of your own home.
Na'er raised her head and looked at him. From her direction, she could only see his side face. His face was pink and tender, because of the dispute with those young people just now, his face was red with blood, big black eyes, long eyelashes, and that look, she couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
"Mom, I'm back!" Tang Wulin shouted outside before entering the door.
"You child, keep your voice down, don't disturb the neighbors." Langyue sounded somewhat reproachful, and the door opened.
"How was school today? Hey, why did you get so dirty?" Lang Yue couldn't help frowning as she looked at her dusty son, and then she saw Na'er, who was being held by Tang Wulin's hand.
"Mom, I met a bad guy." Tang Wulin vividly described what he had just encountered.
After hearing what he said, Lang Yue's expression changed drastically, and she pulled him into the room. Na'er was dragged by Tang Wulin, and naturally she also entered the room together.
"You child. Do you know how dangerous that is? How can you..." Langyue's breathing was obviously a little short, she knew very well that those young people in the streets of the civilian area could do anything.
Tang Wulin resisted: "But Dad said that a man must be brave and have the courage to fight against bad guys."
"You..." Langyue looked at the stubbornness in her son's big eyes, and couldn't say anything more to blame. Is he wrong? of course not. He did the right thing, but as a mother, he was more worried about the safety of his child!
Tang Wulin leaned forward with a smile and hugged his mother's leg, "Mom, don't be angry. Na'er is hungry, and I am hungry too. Can you cook us something delicious?"
For this cute and well-behaved son, Langyue really has no temper at all. She shook her head helplessly, squatted down and looked at Na'er who had never said anything before, "Little friend, is your name Na'er? Your father where's mom?"
As before, Na'er just shook her head, but didn't say anything.
Only a kind mother can teach a kind son, Lang Yue said: "Well then, I see you two are dirty, I will wash you first and change your clothes."
Five or six-year-old children, naturally there is no difference between male and female, Lang Yue dragged the two little mud monkey-like children to the bathroom and washed them.
When Tang Wulin asked his mother why Na'er was different from him, Lang Yue just smiled and didn't answer, but Na'er shyly hid behind Lang Yue.
"Wow, Na'er, you're so pretty!" Sitting at the dining table, Tang Wulin held his chin with both hands, looking at Na'er who was sitting beside him in his clothes.
Tang Wulin was half a head taller than Na'er, and his clothes looked loose on Na'er. But this did not affect Na'er's beauty.
Her skin was fairer than Tang Wulin's, and it was so tender that it seemed that water could be squeezed out with a light pinch. Because she just took a bath, her body exudes a fresh and faint fragrance, and she is as beautiful as a porcelain doll.
Na'er looked up at him, but she still didn't speak, as if she didn't like talking very much.
It's not time for dinner yet, Langyue brought two plates of biscuits and two glasses of milk to the two hungry children.
Although Na'er didn't like to talk, she ate without any hesitation, and her speed was very fast. In a short while, she ate up all the biscuits and milk in front of her.
Although Tang Wulin was also hungry, he was obviously more curious about Na'er than hunger. When Na'er subconsciously set his eyes on his biscuit, he realized that Na'er had finished eating her own biscuit. share.
"Here you are." Tang Wulin pushed his biscuit in front of Na'er angrily.
Na'er looked at him, but shook her head.
"It's okay, you can eat. I have a lot for lunch." Tang Wulin said with a smile.
Na'er hesitated for a moment, but it was obvious that the temptation of biscuits was quite great for her, so she finally ate it again.
Lang Yue also sat over, "Na'er, do you know where you are from? Or where do you live?"
Na'er shook her head.
Langyue asked again, "Then do you know the contact information of your family members? Anything is fine."
Na'er still shook her head.
Lang Yue said: "Then how old are you?"
Na'er finally spoke this time, "Five and a half years old."
"Wow, then I'm an older brother. I'm older than you, I'm already six years old." Tang Wulin said happily.
Langyue glared at him angrily, "Later, mother will take Na'er to the administrator to check to see if she can find her family members. You stay at home obediently, do you hear me?"
"Oh." Tang Wulin nodded obediently, but looking at Na'er, for some reason, he felt a little bit reluctant. Maybe it's because she's so pretty.
Lang Yue took Na'er out, but Na'er still seldom spoke, just followed her away.
Tang Wulin returned to his room, thinking about what the teacher taught in class today, and decided to try meditation.
Sit cross-legged, concentrating and calming down. To meditate, you must first be quiet, feel yourself, and feel nature. This is the first step.
Tang Wulin didn't have any distracting thoughts in his mind, and he soon became quiet. Consciousness silently feels his own Blue Silver Grass martial soul, feels the soul power that is not strong but exists. For preliminary meditation, it is enough to only ask for this step. First sense your martial soul and soul power, and let your spirit keep in close contact with them. Once this step is done, the real meditation can continue.
In his mind, the blue silver grass swayed gently, and Tang Wulin suddenly felt that he seemed to feel something from the world of blue silver grass.
It is very weak, but it is strong. It grows old and flourishes every year, and is born again when the spring breeze blows.