In the evening, the afterglow was gently affectionate, with the last hint of shyness being obscured by the dark gray mountain shadows.
In Holy Spirit Village, with about a hundred households, the village was irregularly scattered. The cooking smoke spiraled up, enveloping the entire village in a mist of smoke and clouds.
Groups of two or three villagers, carrying hoes, walked along a winding path, entering the village.
A young boy, dressed in patched cloth, awkwardly looked at the boy in front of him, who was a head taller, also wearing patched clothes, and appeared quite sturdy.
"Tang San, you, you..."
Qin Tian, holding a broken brick used as a table leg support, glared at the boy in front of him, his expression rich and complex.
The more Qin Tian glared, the more awkward the boy, who was leaning against the door and ready to run at any moment, became.
His mind was in a mess. What was happening? How did this silly, naive Gazi, who had been like this for six years, suddenly wake up and speak coherently?
"Gazi brother, let's talk properly. Put the brick down."
Tang San was truly afraid of Qin Tian brick. This guy had real, natural strength. When they were four years old, they encountered a big black bear. Gazi had thrown a hundred-pound stone at it, smashing the bear's bones and causing it to collapse.
To be able to throw a hundred-pound stone, you must have at least 500 to 600 pounds of strength.
Tang San had been stunned for a long time. He had always thought Qin Tian was a cursed soul, someone the villagers didn't like, and that his father had just adopted him out of kindness.
The two were born a day apart. On the day of his birth, Tang San mother had died during childbirth, and his father also died, clutching his chest and vomiting blood. It was said that their old chicken, who had lived with the family for over ten years, also died unexpectedly.
Tang San always thought the chicken must have died naturally, nothing to do with Qin Tian.
The villagers didn't think so, though, and believed Qin Tian was a bringer of misfortune.
At the time, Tang San father, Tang Hao, was grieving the loss of his loved ones and brought Tang San to Holy Spirit Village. Hearing Qin Tian cries, he felt pity and decided to take him in.
One little child could be raised, so could two.
As for Qin Tian name, one came from his previous life, and the other was given by Tang Hao.
Qin Gazi, Tang San... Hehe, this naming method was very much Tang Hao style.
After Qin Tian grew up, he lived in a daze, always seeming like a silly duck, though probably better than a real duck. He could always hear chanting and found it very annoying. Whenever he used his brain, he got a headache and preferred solving problems with brute force.
Tang San didn't like Qin Tian at first, but later he found that being around Qin Tian made his cultivation speed increase.
One day, when they encountered the bear, Qin Tian stood in front of him, and Tang San was very touched. From then on, he began calling Qin Tian "Gazi brother."
Besides, cultivating with Qin Tian directly doubled his cultivation speed.
Such a temptation was too great for Tang San to resist.
Qin Tian special nature didn't help with cultivating soul power, because Tang Hao had never considered Qin Tian to be special.
The two little kids started cooking their own meals when they were two years old. Qin Tian would light the fire, and Tang San would cook.
Of course, since Tang San was shorter, he usually stood on a high wooden stool, and life was tough. Tang San grew up very frail.
Qin Tian, however, was a freak. Even when drinking thin porridge, he grew strong, almost like a little calf. Compared to Tang San, he looked more like a biological son of Tang Hao.
Tang Hao himself was also very tall and strong, with a bronze-colored complexion, a manly figure.
But he had become a bit disheveled, with messy hair, working as a blacksmith, earning money, and spending it all on alcohol.
As usual, when Tang San exchanged a bowl of thin porridge for the benefit of cultivating with Qin Tian, Qin Tian agreed.
But something went wrong today.
Qin Tian suddenly woke up, no longer in a daze. His dark eyes were now clear and bright. He wasn't happy about Tang San hugging him to cultivate while his hands were improper, even putting his hands inside Qin Tian clothes.
In fact, his clothes had torn, and Tang San felt wronged.
Qin Tian felt like he had just woken from a long dream. Everything in the dream was strange and unclear.
All he remembered was that he suddenly got inspired one night, created music all night long, poured his heart and soul into it, and then truly died of blood loss at the age of thirty.
"Talking properly is fine too, then tell me, why are you hugging me, enjoying it, and even putting your hand inside my clothes?"
Qin Tian frowned, saying.
Upon hearing Qin Tian words, Tang San became embarrassed, very awkward. He couldn't explain it.
Should he reveal his biggest secret? That he was hugging Qin Tian for the sake of cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill?
"And by the way, from childhood to now, why have you been so intentionally close to me? What are your intentions? I'm only six years old, and you're lusting after my body."
Qin Tian gradually began recalling the experiences of the past few years, realizing that he might have crossed over to the Douluo Continent and met Tang San. He had a mind to tease him.
So a little bit of malicious humor arose, and he changed the topic.
The young boy, hearing Qin Tian words, turned pale. Though he had never been in a relationship in his previous life, he understood that a man and a woman were the best partners. As for man-man, it just felt disgusting.
"Why don't you say anything? Is this a silent agreement? You, you…"
Qin Tian trembled with anger, and the brick in his hand seemed ready to be thrown at any moment.
"Gazi brother, it's not like that! How could I like you? No, wait, I mean... The clothes are thin, it's too cold."
Tang San finally squeezed out this excuse.
"Cold?"
Qin Tian figured that it was enough and stopped teasing Tang San, agreeing with his words.
"Right, you see, I'm so weak. Every time I drink porridge, you always have two bowls."
Tang San said seriously.
"Good brother, your body is too weak. The weather is getting colder, so you need to fix your pants and clothes. They tore when you were too excited. Tomorrow, let's chop more firewood and trade it with Village Chief Jack for two eggs to help you build your body."
Qin Tian put down the brick, casually took off his pants and shirt, and handed them to Tang San.
His clothes were usually patched by Tang San, and he remembered this very well, not feeling embarrassed at all.
He knew that in daily life, the heavy work was always his, and Tang San wasn't that obedient. Why wouldn't he take advantage of the labor?
Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief, taking the pants and shirt, but stared at Qin Tian in confusion.
"What are you looking at? Do you still have ill intentions toward me?"
Qin Tian knew why Tang San was confused and deliberately shifted the topic.
"Gazi brother, how did you suddenly wake up?"
Tang San found a needle and thread in the room, quickly patching Qin Tian clothes while talking.
His speed was fast, since his skills in concealed weapons were so excellent, stitching was easy for him.
"I don't know, it just feels like I woke up suddenly, as if I had been in a daze. I remember everything you did to me."
Qin Tian casually said, then didn't forget to add a final sentence.
Tang San: "…"
What did he do?
This time, even jumping into the clean river three miles away couldn't wash away the guilt.
"Alright, it's getting late. Gazi brother, you should rest early!"
Tang San finished stitching the clothes, and quickly pushed the door open, as if running away.
"Wait…"
"I just wanted to say, we've been living together all along. Where are you going?"
Qin Tian said helplessly.
A little while later, Tang San returned, his face full of embarrassment and awkwardness. Having lived two lives, this was so embarrassing!
He decided that he would never ask a certain question again, or else he'd be embarrassed to death.
As for why Qin Tian had become so sharp, his father and the villagers would likely ask, but he wasn't going to worry about it. He was mentally exhausted!