Chapter 189: Take Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha to see her home

In a desolate plain, the nearest household was fifty miles away.

Tang An, Nezha, and Jiuyue stopped in this desert.

"Here?" Tang An didn't know what Nezha was going to do.

Nezha nodded, a red light appeared in his hand, and a magic treasure similar to a cube appeared.

"This is one of the magic treasures you distributed to me after we snatched Lingshan."

"With this object, I only need to see the appearance of some things, and I can use this object to transform them."

"See? How to see?" Tang An could describe it, but let Nezha see, she didn't know what to do.

Nezha stretched out his hand, like Tang An used to hold him, holding Tang An's face.

Then, he brought his forehead close to Tang An's forehead.

He didn't know where her pain came from, but he was willing to pull her like she pulled him, letting her walk out of the suffocating abyss in her heart.

The moment Tang An felt Nezha's forehead stick over, she seemed to fall asleep instantly, confused.

And it was also at this time that Nezha's appearance appeared in her brain.

"Now, you can imagine what your home looks like in your heart."

Nezha stretched out his hand, signaling Tang An to hand her hand to him.

Tang An had a smile on her mouth, not expecting that the scene where she saved Nezha in the past, now that time has changed, it was also him who stretched out his hand to her.

Yes, how can anyone in the abyss not want to be pulled by someone and walk out of that mud pit.

She handed her hand to Nezha, closed her eyes, and imagined what her old home looked like.

Nezha looked at the picture in front of him, didn't be curious for the first time, why Tang An's home was so strange. Instead, he pinched the formula and recited the mantra, and transformed the picture in his brain with that object.

That cube instantly superimposed and enlarged, and in just a few breaths, it built a tile house out of thin air. Even the weeds and dead trees in the yard were no different.

"It's okay, open your eyes and see."

Seeing that the house was built, Nezha finally seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Yang Jian and Sun Wukong also chased over.

As soon as they came over, they saw this strange house.

It was a one-story tile house, the wall was red brick with cracks, and there was a wall that had collapsed.

The tile house had three rooms in total, the place on the far right was a small flat

The open space in the courtyard was not large, and there was an abandoned hand pump. There was also a collapsed shed, which at a glance was clearly a place where poultry had been kept.

Although it looked overgrown with weeds, one could tell that this must have once been a place full of the warmth of human life.

Tang An walked toward the rust-covered red iron gate, stroking it with her hand, as if filled with memories.

"This red gate was bought by Grandma with the money she earned from a month of manual labor."

"She said that since it was just the two of us, grandmother and granddaughter, living here, with an iron gate, those thieves and bad people wouldn't be able to get in."

Tang An spoke to herself as she walked into the courtyard.

What came into view in the small courtyard was the place where she used to keep poultry.

"When I was little, I even raised chickens and ducks." As she spoke, the corners of her mouth lifted into a smile.

"I was ignorant back then; when I saw that others had newly bought chicks that looked nice, I would pester Grandma to buy me some too."

"But the chicks in the hands of those vendors were painted with pretty colors, yet they didn't live long."

"When the chicks died, I cried so hard."

"But that very day, Grandma killed a rooster for me to eat, and then I ate it with great relish while crying until snot bubbles came out."

Yang Jian and Sun Wukong exchanged a glance, finally knowing who Tang An's abstract train of thought followed.

"Grandma asked me if the chicken was delicious? I said it was."

"Then Grandma bought me many healthy chicks and let me learn to raise them myself. Once they grew up, she gave them all to me to eat."

As Tang An smiled, tears dripped from her eyes.

"And this." Tang An came to the abandoned hand pump. "In your world, you probably don't know that such a thing as a hand pump exists."

"When I was little, it was very hot in the summer. When I was tired from playing and thirsty, I would just pump the water and drink it straight from the spout."

"That feeling was especially refreshing."

"And watermelon; in the summer, watermelon chilled in the well water was also very delicious."

"It's just that the watermelon Grandma cut always had a hint of garlic."

As Tang An spoke, she could always make herself laugh.

"Do you see the wall over there? When I was little, Grandma grew vegetables there to eat. It was the same vegetables every year, and once they grew, we ate them every day; I got sick of them when I was little."

Speaking of this, Tang An's voice carried a slight choke. "But I really want to eat them now."

She wanted, really wanted to eat a meal from her childhood; that was the taste of Grandma.

Tang An lifted her face, wiped away her tears, and then continued to smile as she introduced her home to everyone.

"This house is a single-story building, and it was our kitchen. In winter, I loved to light the fire inside, but in summer, I was always lazy and didn't want to go light it because it was too hot."

"The middle room was the main hall, and also where Grandma and I ate."

"The one on the far left was the small room where Grandma and I slept."

Tang An walked to the window of that small room and looked inside; she seemed to be able to see many memories, crying and laughing at the same time.

"Master, is this why you like being on the roof?" Yang Jian pointed to the stairs leading up to the single-story building.

Tang An wiped away her tears, nodded, and looked over.

"Yes." She led them all up the stairs.

"When I was little, there was no air conditioning in the summer, and it was very hot inside."

"When it was too hot to bear, Grandma would take me to sleep on the roof, fan me, and teach me to recognize the stars."

"The starry sky back then was really so beautiful, and the moon was also very bright."

Tang An poked her head out to look at the sky; even though it was daytime, she seemed to be able to see the stars from her memories.

"Then what happened? Why was it abandoned?" This was a question from Xiaotian Quan.

After asking, he felt four pairs of eyes looking at him with killing intent, scaring the dog into shivering.

"Later..."

"Later on..."

"Later..." Tang An stood on the roof looking down. "Later, Grandma's back became more and more hunched, and she became shorter and shorter."

"So short that later... I personally piled up a small mound of earth."

"Even when I knelt there, she was no longer taller than me."

Tang An had a smile on her lips, but her tears could not be stopped no matter what.

She seemed to still be able to see Grandma busy in the courtyard, and seemed to be able to see her childhood self, jumping and bouncing in the courtyard, always causing trouble.

Grandma would be so angry she wanted to beat her, but every time, she ran faster than a rabbit.

When she really got beaten as a child, she would sulk and say that when she grew up, she wouldn't buy good things for the bad Grandma.

Later...

Later, when she had the ability...

Grandma really didn't get to eat much of anything.