At night, Tianming was arranged in a small independent room. This was the first time he spent the night in someone else's house, and he was alone.
He wasn't afraid of the dark or anything, but he was so restless that he couldn't sleep.
"Really, why does everyone say that I am sick? It makes me think that I am sick."
Tianming was lying on the bed, with his hands behind his head, his legs wrapped in the quilt, and he kept tossing.
"But what Yue'er said makes sense. I've been practicing swordplay for two years, but I can't even chop wood well. There must be other reasons."
"How to put it, well, my internal power seems to be under my control, but in fact it is not. When I calm down and want to strike with a sword, the uncontrolled internal power will have a very small disturbing effect, causing me to
The sword was out of control."
"Ahhh~ why!"
He sat up suddenly, kicked the quilt off the bed, scratched his ears and cheeks, and was furious.
"What if I..."
Tian Ming imagined that he was working hard to become the best hero in the world. One day when he was sparring with Yue'er, his sword energy was out of control...
Poof~
He hit his cheek with both fists, "Bah, bah, bah, what are you thinking about? Yue'er will be fine. Even if you die, Yue'er will be fine."
"Huh, sleep! Don't think about it."
Tianming ordered himself fiercely, and then lay down.
"..."
"..."
"One peach, two peaches, three..."
"..."
"One hundred and seven peaches..."
"..."
Crunch~
"If you really can't sleep, then come out and take a look. It happens that there are many places that you haven't seen during the day, hehe~"
He quietly closed the door, chuckled secretly, and crept out.
"Huh? It's so late, and there's still light in this room?"
Taking advantage of the light, Tianming curiously walked towards that room, and the result——
"who?!"
"Ah~"
The sudden roar frightened Tianming so much that he fell off his back. A ferocious face with a beard appeared in front of him, with a pair of eyes that seemed to want to eat people.
"Huh? Child?"
The man saw Tian Ming sitting on the ground clearly and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he inserted the sword back and asked, "Where are you from? Don't run around in the middle of the night. I almost hurt you by accident."
"you!"
Tianming swallowed hard first, then patted his butt and got up. He was very annoyed and pointed at the other person and said, "Uncle, you better not show up suddenly and scare people. I was almost scared to death by you."
"Child, are you from Yaowang Valley? It seems that I have never seen you in these days."
"I came here during the day. I have a name. My name is Jing Tianming. I'm not just a child. By the way, uncle, who are you? You can't sleep even in the middle of the night?"
"Can't sleep..., yes, can't sleep."
When asked by Tianming, the man looked back at the brightly lit house, sat down with his sword in his hand, and murmured: "How can I possibly sleep?"
Tianming blinked his eyes and tried hard to look at the houses in front of him, but he couldn't see anything.
"What a coincidence, I couldn't sleep either. I was just lying down counting peaches, and I had already counted a thousand... It doesn't matter, it's a lot anyway."
He also imitated that person's behavior and sat down with his legs crossed, "I can't sleep because everyone says I'm sick, but I feel like I'm not sick. That's not right. I should be sick. That's not right, ah ah ah.
~"
Tianming couldn't explain his current situation, so he pulled his hair into a bird's nest in distress.
However, his unclear expression does not affect others' understanding of what he means.
"I see, you also have a difficult condition. Even Mr. Guo can't make up his mind. You are very young. Where are your parents?"
"They are the ones who brought me here. I should be asleep at this time."
"Haha~"
Tianming's speech was so simple that the other party couldn't help laughing.
"why are you laughing?"
"It's nothing, it's just that I think your parents are suffering from insomnia too."
Tianming didn't speak immediately. He thought seriously for a while, and his big eyes were obviously very depressed.
"That's right, they must be worried about me and Yue'er..."
"By the way, uncle, it's been me who's been talking since the beginning. What about you? Why can't you sleep? Do you have a relative who is sick?"
The night sky is clear today, and the mountains in the distance are covered with a layer of moonlight, like a dark silver curtain, surrounding the entire villa.
There are clearly arranged nurseries and houses with scattered lights here and there. The wind carries a unique medicinal fragrance, and the surroundings are so quiet that the voices of the two people talking are particularly clear.
The man looked back at the house behind him, nodded and said, "Well, my nephew, he is a few years older than you, and he has been in a coma for several days."
"coma?!"
Tianming subconsciously screamed, but immediately reacted and covered his mouth, "Then, is he okay?"
In Tianming's opinion, being unconscious must be very serious. In comparison, he was actually lucky.
Tianming! What are you thinking? This uncle's nephew's condition is so serious, and you feel lucky because of it. Is your comfort based on the fact that others are more miserable than you?
"Ah~"
In just a short moment, Tianming's eyes widened, and he suddenly coughed violently, "Cough, I didn't, I didn't..."
The person opposite was naturally Xiang Liang. He felt strange when he saw Tianming's appearance, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing. It's just~"
Tian Ming was so anxious that he suddenly thought of something and said it out, "I didn't expect that there would be, um, a fellow patient, uh, that's what he said."
"Patient? Haha~"
A slight smile appeared on Xiang Liang's rough face, "I've heard of drinking buddies and chess buddies, but I didn't expect there are also sick buddies."
"Hey, I learned this from my father. He always said that what he is best at is making friends. If a person can make a few true friends in his life, that is the happiest thing."
Tianming thought of the stories about the world that his father told him before, about swordsmen, luthiers, carpenters, rangers... all kinds of interesting people, and he couldn't help but yearn for them. He also longed to be like his father, travel around the world with a sword, and be a
A hero with many friends.
Finally, when the fantasy came to reality, Tianming clenched his fists and said, "It's not a man's style to worry your relatives and friends so much that they can't sleep. His name is Shaoyu, right? We will all be fine."
Xiang Liang was lamenting that children are ignorant and childlike, and how to make a few true friends. The reality is that so-called true friends cannot exist in a person's life.
In the position he is in, he has seen too much right and wrong, and has experienced too much personally. When people are young, they all have brotherhood and oaths, but in the face of time and reality, they are all vulnerable.
Xiang Liang felt ridiculous when Tianming looked so happy. However, the boy confidently said that Shaoyu would recover, which made him feel warm in his heart.
"..."
Xiang Liang opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. His back suddenly stooped and he sighed.