Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Chapter 1126 Blackback Lao 6's Apprentice 9

The calm look in his eyes instantly calmed Hei Xia Zi down. He smiled and went over to look at the herbs, and began to mutter about the year, origin and preparation temperature of the medicine.

Zhang Xiaoshu and Jiang Xiaoyu looked at each other, turned around and walked away tacitly. They can also stick together, so there is no need to look at others.

The life of the tribe went on as usual. As the number of people increased, the black bears also started to get busy.

Mr. Qi was still in his little room full of treasures, grinning foolishly.

Then I will deal with things, and I will be in a good mood all day.

Zhang Xiaoshu was taken by the clan leader to deal with some matters.

The things Xiao Zhang and others brought back were cleaned, sorted and recorded. Although Hei Xia Zi complained about "labor exploitation", his hands were extremely quick and precise, and his eyes were rarely focused.

Occasionally, when his eyes met Mr. Zhang's, he would give a ruffian smile, in return for a silent side glance or a pat on the back of his head.

Zhang Jiuri was assigned by Zhang Xiaoshu to help in the kitchen.

Xiao Zhang and his companions moved quickly and with serious expressions.

Zhang Jiuri washed vegetables and peeled garlic clumsily, and was whispered to him from time to time.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of stewing meat and the smell of wood smoke, a heavy and down-to-earth smell of fireworks.

After lunch, Zhang Qilin called several half-grown boys from the tribe to the training ground for training, and their shouts could be heard faintly.

Zhang Xiaoshu leaned against the pillar under the corridor, closed his eyes and rested, the sunlight outlining his sharp jawline.

Jiang Xiaoyu was sitting on the stone steps not far away, also drowsy.

At this time, Zhang Nian came over with a roll of something, stopped in front of Zhang Xiaoshu, and said in a low voice: "Xiaoshu, the line from 'over there' has been reported back, and there is a bit of trouble."

Zhang Xiaoshu opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and there was no trace of sleepiness.

He took the thing Zhang Nian handed over, glanced at it quickly, and frowned slightly.

"Got it." He handed the item back, his voice low, "Have your 'eyes' keep a close eye on it, and don't move rashly."

Zhang Nian nodded, his eyes vaguely glancing at Jiang Xiaoyu who seemed to be dozing off beside him, and without saying anything, he turned and left.

Zhang Xiaoshu leaned back against the pillar again, his gaze looking towards the training ground in the distance, his eyes becoming somewhat deep.

The peaceful life in the tribe has always been just an appearance.

The undercurrent is always surging in the invisible place, just like the shadow in the sun at this moment, clear and cannot be ignored.

He needs strength to protect the people he wants to protect.

The patriarch said that if you like someone, don’t let go and hold on tightly.

Xiaoyu beside him was breathing steadily. He was used to sleeping next to Zhang Xiaoshu.

Zhang Xiaoshu tilted his head slightly, his eyes falling on Jiang Xiaoyu's earlobe, which was a little red from the sun. His fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the rough pillars, as if calculating something.

The days of the clan passed by day by day, amidst the daily necessities of life, silent understanding, undercurrents, and quietly growing, unspeakable bonds.

In the evening, the mist in the bathhouse rose again.

This time, the bathhouse was a little more lively.

Several young members of the Zhang family who had finished training also came, their strong bodies covered with bruises and sweat from the training.

The sounds of water, splashing, and occasional conversation, although still brief, all mixed together.

It's much more lively than before.

Hei Xia Zi and the clan leader occupied a corner. Hei Xia Zi was talking about something eloquently, while the clan leader had his back to him, his broad back muscles faintly visible in the water vapor.

Occasionally, he would respond with one or two vague syllables from his throat, or raise his hand and accurately splash a handful of water on Hei Xia Zi's face to make him shut up.

Xiao Zhang and others couldn't help but observe.

Zhang Xiaoshu was there too, leaning against the pool with his eyes closed.

Jiang Xiaoyu stood a few steps away from him, scrubbing carefully.

He doesn't like being scrubbed, he likes to scrub himself.

He could feel the gazes of the Zhang family members around him, which were scrutinizing and curious, but not malicious.

A young member of the Zhang family swam over to Jiang Xiaoyu, glanced at him, and suddenly spoke eagerly, "Would you like a back rub? I'll help you."

Everyone in the Zhang family knows how to rub backs. Haven’t you seen the patriarch rubbing Hei Xia Zi’s back?

Jiang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and before he could answer, Zhang Xiaoshu, who had his eyes closed next to him, suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at him calmly.

When the young man from the Zhang family met Zhang Xiaoshu's gaze, his movements froze slightly, and then he turned around and swam away as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Xiaoyu: “…”

He lowered his head silently and continued to rub his arms.

Zhang Xiaoshu closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened, but Jiang Xiaoyu felt that the gazes from people around him seemed to have suddenly decreased a lot.

The heat was rising, and the fatigue seemed to flow away with the sweat.

Jiang Xiaoyu leaned against the warm pool wall, watching the condensed water droplets dripping from the ceiling.

Listening to the vague sound of water in the corner and the occasional high pitched voice of the black bear.

After taking a shower, I felt much more refreshed by the night breeze.

Lanterns had been lit in the yard, and the dim light cast swaying shadows on the ground.

Zhang Xiaoshu walked in front, wiping his hair, and Jiang Xiaoyu followed behind.

When passing by Hei Xia Zi and Qilin's room, he heard Hei Xia Zi's low voice complaining and Dumb Zhang's very short, somewhat helpless response.

When we returned to the room, Zhang Xiaoshu didn't come over immediately like he had done recently.

He walked to the window and looked at the dark night outside, his back straight and silent.

Jiang Xiaoyu climbed onto the kang, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and only looked at him with her eyes exposed.

After a long while, Zhang Xiaoshu turned around.

He didn't look at Jiang Xiaoyu, but walked straight to the kang, took off his shoes and got on it.

The movements are natural and fluid, with an unmistakable sense of territory.

He lifted a corner of the quilt on Jiang Xiaoyu's side, lay down in it himself, then stretched out his long arms and took Jiang Xiaoyu into his arms again.

The movements were more skillful and irresistible than that day.

Jiang Xiaoyu's body tensed instantly.

But this time, Zhang Xiaoshu did not make any unnecessary movements.

He touched Jiang Xiaoyu's hair, wrapped his arms loosely around his waist, and pressed his chest against Jiang Xiaoyu's back, transmitting warmth and steady heartbeat through the thin clothing.

"sleep."

A single word, spoken in a low voice, with an unquestionable tone of command, yet strangely like a promise.

Jiang Xiaoyu's tense body slowly relaxed.

Behind him was a solid and hot chest, and the tip of his nose was lingering with the unique scent of soapberries and Zhang Xiaoshu.

Outside the window is a quiet courtyard and twinkling lights.

The noise subsided, and only the breathing in this small space remained.

Although Jiang Xiaoyu was very nice, he still didn't want to progress so quickly.

Zhang Xiaoshu, with his eyes open in the darkness, listened to the person in his arms' gradually even and long breathing. He closed his arms, silently holding the warmth and presence tighter.

His gaze penetrated the darkness, as if he saw somewhere further away, where there was an undercurrent.

The Wang family must die.

Otherwise, there is no way to guard against thieves for a thousand days even if you are a thief for a thousand days.

Haven’t there been many members of the Zhang family who disappeared before?