Chapter 7

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"Na'er? That's a very nice name, and your voice is very nice too." Tang Wulin helped her up.

Na'er lowered her head and remained silent.

"Where are your dad and mom? Where do you live?" Tang Wulin asked.

Na'er shook her head.

"Gu gu!" A strange sound suddenly rang out, out of place.

Tang Wulin quickly lowered his head to look at his stomach, but he soon realized that the sound wasn't coming from him. Na'er's face, though covered in dust, showed a hint of embarrassment.

"Are you hungry? If you can't find your parents, I'll take you home with me. My mom's cooking is really delicious!" Tang Wulin said, grabbing Na'er's hand and leading her toward his home.

Na'er looked up at him. From her angle, she could only see his side face. His cheeks were rosy from the earlier argument with those young men, his big black eyes, long lashes, and the look in his eyes made her stare in amazement.

"Mom, I'm back!" Tang Wulin shouted from outside the door.

"You child, be a bit quieter, don't disturb the neighbors." Lang Yue's voice, tinged with scolding, sounded as the door opened.

"How was school today? Hmm, why are you so dirty?" Lang Yue frowned at her dusty son, then noticed Tang Wulin holding Na'er's hand.

"Mom, I met some bad guys." Tang Wulin vividly recounted what had just happened.

Hearing this, Lang Yue's face changed dramatically. She pulled him into the house, and Na'er, still held by Tang Wulin, followed.

"You child. Do you know how dangerous that was? How could you..." Lang Yue's breathing was clearly rapid. She knew all too well what those young men in the civilian area were capable of.

Tang Wulin protested, "But Dad said that a man should be brave and stand up to bad guys."

"You..." Lang Yue, seeing the determination in her son's big eyes, couldn't find the words to scold him. Was he wrong? Of course not. He did the right thing, but as a mother, she was more worried about her child's safety.

Tang Wulin smiled and hugged his mother's leg, "Mom, don't be angry. Na'er is hungry, and I'm hungry too. Can you make us something delicious?"

For this cute and obedient son, Lang Yue had no temper. She shook her head helplessly, squatted down, and looked at Na'er, who hadn't spoken, "Little one, your name is Na'er, right? Where are your parents?"

As before, Na'er just shook her head and said nothing.

A kind-hearted mother raises a kind-hearted son. Lang Yue said, "Alright, you two are so dirty. Let's clean you up and change your clothes."

At five or six years old, there was no distinction between boys and girls. Lang Yue took the two little mud monkeys to the bathroom and washed them.

When Tang Wulin asked his mother why Na'er was different from him, Lang Yue just smiled without answering, but Na'er shyly hid behind Lang Yue.

"Wow, Na'er, you're so beautiful!" At the dining table, Tang Wulin propped his chin on his hands, looking at Na'er, who was wearing his clothes.

Tang Wulin was half a head taller than Na'er, and his clothes were a bit loose on her, but this didn't detract from her beauty.

Her skin was even whiter than Tang Wulin's, soft and tender as if a light squeeze would make water come out. After the bath, she exuded a fresh, light fragrance, looking like a porcelain doll.

Na'er looked up at him but still didn't speak. She seemed to dislike talking.

It wasn't dinner time yet, so Lang Yue brought out two plates of cookies and two glasses of milk for the hungry children.

Despite her lack of words, Na'er didn't hesitate when it came to eating. She quickly finished her cookies and milk.

Tang Wulin was also hungry, but his curiosity about Na'er outweighed his hunger. When Na'er's eyes fell on his cookies, he realized she had finished her own.

"Here you go." Tang Wulin generously pushed his cookies toward Na'er.

Na'er looked at him and shook her head.

"It's okay, you can eat. I had a lot for lunch," Tang Wulin said with a smile.

Na'er hesitated for a moment, but the cookies were clearly very tempting. She finally started eating again.

Lang Yue also sat down, "Na'er, do you know where you're from? Or where you live?"

Na'er shook her head.

Lang Yue asked again, "Do you know how to contact your family? Anything at all?"

Na'er shook her head again.

Lang Yue said, "How old are you?"

Na'er finally spoke, "Five and a half."

"Wow, then I'm your big brother. I'm older, I'm already six," Tang Wulin said excitedly.

Lang Yue glared at him, "Mom will take Na'er to the administrative office to see if we can find her family. You stay at home and be good, understand?"

"Okay," Tang Wulin nodded obediently, but looking at Na'er, he felt a bit reluctant. Maybe it was because she was so beautiful.

Lang Yue took Na'er out, and Na'er still spoke very little, just following her.

Tang Wulin returned to his room, recalling what the teacher had taught in class today, and decided to try meditating.

He sat cross-legged, focused, and calmed his mind. Meditation first requires silence, feeling oneself, and feeling nature. This is the first step.

Tang Wulin's mind was already free of distractions, and he quickly became calm. His consciousness quietly felt his Blue Silver Grass soul ring and the soul power that, though not strong, was definitely present. For initial meditation, this was enough. First, one must sense their soul ring and soul power, keeping their mind closely connected to them. Only by doing this well can one proceed to true meditation.

In his mind, the Blue Silver Grass swayed gently. Tang Wulin suddenly felt as if he was sensing something from the world of the Blue Silver Grass.

It was very weak but resilient, withering and flourishing with the seasons, growing again with the spring breeze.