Jiang Su followed the water of the river slowly into the courtyard of the Wang family.
Upon entering, the courtyard is filled with all kinds of wooden objects, including ingenious wood carvings of Bodhisattvas, exquisite tables and chairs, carved beds, and jade-inlaid dressing tables.
Jiang Su secretly guessed that this was a carpenter's house.
The carpenter was particularly enthusiastic and led the father and daughter into his house. He quickly put down the wood, washed his hands and prepared tea for the two of them.
Wang Hu's performance was overly enthusiastic because his wife had recently injured her hand and was in unbearable pain. Even Yang Langzhong in the village was helpless.
Jiang Su was picked up by her father and given a mouthful of water. Then she was put on the ground. The man said warmly, "Do you want to see those things in the yard?"
The little boy nodded and looked at him with a pair of dark almond eyes.
"Then go, don't run too far." Jiang Shuiliu touched Jiang Su's head and quietly left a ray of consciousness on her body.
Jiang Su ran into the yard in a hurry.
She really has never seen what a carpenter's home looks like. Even in this world, she has only watched TV series from some eras. Now that she has seen so many wooden objects, she can't help but feel playful.
There was a row of little wooden ducks placed on the side of the yard, the largest of which was half a water tank. Xiao Jiang was very excited and liked this thing very much, and wanted to ride on it.
It's a pity that the duck's back is so high that her short legs can't even touch it for a long time.
"Oh... let's forget it." She sighed in her heart, thinking that she was becoming more and more childish after being reborn as a child.
Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed her waist from behind, picked her up and placed her on the wooden duck.
"Little sister, sit still, this wooden duck will move."
Jiang Su turned his head and looked at the visitor.
She was a young girl with delicate features and an exceptionally handsome appearance. She was wearing a gouache dress and was looking at her with a smile.
This person was born with a pair of narrow eyes, full of silkworms, filled with the spirit of spring, and the eyes were clear and cold.
"What a beautiful sister, what's your name?"
The girl in pink clothes bent down and looked at the little kid Jiang Su. Seeing her watery eyes, she couldn't help but poke her pinky little face.
Jiang Su was stunned on the spot, slightly opening his mouth and saying in disbelief: "Jia...Jiajia?"
Why did he seem to see... his current roommate Jia Jia from her eyebrows?!
Wang Jiazheng was concentrating on this little cub, and was startled when he heard her milky sounds and sweet words.
How did she know that her name was Wang Jia?! And she still called herself Jia Jia?!
"you know me?"
The girl instantly became wary, and her eyes were filled with light and dark, hiding deep meanings. If others observed her carefully, they could see that this was definitely not the look a little girl should have.
Jiang Su shook his head blankly and hesitated: "No... I don't know..."
Wang Jia pressed the question, but the smile on his face did not diminish, "Then why do you call me Jia Jia?"
The little boy's throat trembled slightly, and a sadness appeared in his eyes involuntarily. She said in a milky voice: "I don't know... I always feel that we should know each other."
Her tone was nonchalant, sounding like the illogical words of a child.
Wang Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and put his palm on the little boy's face again.
Jiang Su accidentally noticed a red mark on her finger, gently held the girl's hand with her chubby little paws, and held it in front of her eyes to look at it carefully.
Sure enough, there was a scratch on Wang Jia's palm, which almost ran through the entire palm.
The little boy frowned slightly, puffed out his face and pursed his lips, then lowered his head and blew air gently into the palm of her hand.
"call--"
"call--"
Jiang Su has not yet opened his spiritual orifice, and has no spiritual energy in his body. There is no way he can compare with Jiang Shuishui's medical practice, which can heal the wounds of mortals with just a vomit.
But Jiang Liuliu has always left a ray of spiritual consciousness in his son.
Seeing this scene, he secretly cheated Jiang Su and let her blow out the breath to bring with him the spiritual power of the medical fairy.
In an instant, the red marks on Wang Jia's palms completely disappeared and became clean.
"This..." The girl choked for a moment, her eyes fell on the little boy's bright smile, and she was stunned.
The first thing Wang Jia did when he returned to the Western Regions was to use his self-taught formations to restore the villages where he lived.
Although he was creating an illusion and condensing a dream, this had always been his long-cherished wish.
He thought, how would he have grown up if his entire village had not been wiped out?
He has been living in this illusion for more than a year. Today, he suddenly discovered that a powerful person with immeasurable cultivation had entered the magic circle. He quickly controlled the villagers inside and came to inquire about the situation.
Who would have thought…
The maintenance of this formation requires her own blood. Her palm has been cut open by her over and over again, and she has already seen the bones. If she takes the blood in the morning, it will grow back again at night.
Wang Jia had long been numb to the pain.
But...how come this injury was suddenly cured?!
He looked at the little kid with a solemn face, and the sourness in his heart filled his nose, "You are right... we should know each other."
If this village had not been slaughtered by those sword cultivators, if this village had not flowed with blood, if... I was still young Wang Jia, we should have known each other today.
After two breaths, Wang Jia remembered that she was playing the role of a mortal girl again, and then she seemed to be shocked by this miraculous behavior, and said in disbelief, "That's amazing...are you a little fairy boy?!"
Jiang Su shook his head, "No, my name is Jiang Su, can you call me Sheng Susu..."
It had been a long time since she heard her beautiful roommate call her Su Su. When she returned from the dream, she didn't hear her old friend's voice or recognize her old friend's letter.
Wang Jia's throat moved, he twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled lightly, "Su Su."
The word "treasure" is mixed with unclear emotions.
The little kid was satisfied and her eyes were relaxed. She didn't care whether this person looked like her roommate. She said in a sweet voice: "Sister, can you carry me up there?!"
Jiang Su tilted his head and looked at Wang Jia with dark eyes.
Wang Jia followed her chubby arms and his eyes fell on a long wooden swing in this direction.
"Okay, let's go. My sister will take you to the swing."
The girl in pink seemed to have endless strength. She picked up the little kid from the wooden duck and even put her behind her neck and let the little kid ride on her.
Jiang Su was stunned.
No...are all the little girls in the world of cultivation so strong?!! She doesn't look very old, how can she be so strong?!
Wang Jia carefully placed the little cub on the swing, sat next to her, kicked his legs on the ground, and the swing began to swing back and forth.
Jiang Su looked at the ground from his perspective and felt that the position was high and dangerous. He subconsciously hugged the sister's arm tightly, like a little koala.
A warm current seemed to pass through Wang Jia's heart. It had been a long time since she had felt this kind of sincere concern and love from someone.
She used the hand holding the sword to gently pinch the little boy's soft face.