I'm really not an old sword

Of course, Lin Qingsu still didn't raise her head.

"Well..."

As she pondered, Tiamat's tone carried a hint of unhappiness.

"You should look at your mother when you speak."

"You have to be a good boy!"

"I see."

Lin Qingsu sighed helplessly upon hearing this, put down her knife and fork and looked directly at Tiamat.

Although the action was extremely perfunctory, Tiamat was very pleased with it. Her starry eyes lit up again, obviously looking forward to his answer to the previous question.

"I'm actually a little scared to sleep alone. Can you sleep with me?"

Tiamat said happily, "Of course, agreeing to any request from her child is also what a mother needs to do!"

"It's so kind of you."

Lin Qingsu lowered her head and started to clean up the grilled fish again.

Tiamat didn't care about Lin Qingsu's perfunctory response, or perhaps the child's "rebellion" was within her understanding.

Seeing that Lin Qingsu was working seriously, she stretched out her upper body and crawled to Lin Qingsu's side, then leaned over and watched him carefully as he cleaned the fish.

"It's very troublesome."

Lin Qingsu gently pushed her corner.

"I cook every day, haven't you seen enough?"

"I haven't seen enough, and besides, Mom wants to learn."

Tiamat raised her head with confidence and refused to give in.

"It's very troublesome."

Lin Qingsu pushed her dragon horn again.

This time Tiamat grabbed his hand.

"Not good!"

"You are the one who is not behaving well." Lin Qingsu complained.

Tiamat asked instead, "So, don't you think it's wrong?"

"Wrong? What's wrong?"

"Originally, I, your mother, should have taken care of you, but now you are the one taking care of me, your mother."

Tiamat's words became more and more intense. "This is not right!"

"Uh...Is this not okay for me?"

Lin Qingsu lost her confidence when she saw Tiamat's fierce look.

"It's not that it's bad, it's actually too good."

"Mom is a little worried about you."

"So, it's okay to be a little depressed. Mom will take care of you."

Lin Qingsu had only heard of "hoping one's son will become a dragon", but this was the first time she heard of "hoping one's son will become useless". She was so shocked that she was speechless for a moment.

Tiamat, however, got up and gently rubbed Lin Qingsu's head: "Be good, be obedient, don't do everything by yourself, let your mother take care of you."

"But what if your cooking is terrible?"

"..."

"..."

“Bad boy!!!”

"..."

Lin Qingsu was a little embarrassed.

If a normal child said this at home, he would probably be scolded and then told "Eat it if you want or not".

But the words just kept coming out of my mouth.

Just as Lin Qingsu was thinking of a remedy, Tiamat suddenly said weakly, "Although it may taste bad, Mom, I want to learn. So, can you give Mom a few chances?"

......

In short.

The days passed by day after day, plainly and warmly.

After a few days of study, Tiamat learned how to cook. To put it bluntly, cooking is not a difficult task. Once you memorize the recipe, as long as you have no problem with your thinking, the food may not taste good, but it will definitely not be bad.

Sleeping together at night is even easier.

I don’t know if it’s because the dream is free and her mother’s inexplicable competitive spirit towards her child.

Tiamat's shrunken size is also taller than Lin Qingsu.

Lin Qingsu was 1.8 to 1.9 meters tall, while Tiamat was half a head taller than him. With a height of more than two meters, she looked down on others, which usually greatly satisfied the self-esteem of her "mother".

When sleeping, Lin Qingsu felt like a pillow.

Pain mixed with happiness.

Just to gain her favor, Lin Qingsu always told her stories at the beginning, so that Tiamat developed the habit of asking him to tell her stories every day.

I'm being held in her arms, yet I'm still telling her stories. How can this make sense?

Two years passed in the blink of an eye.

......

Each Chinese character was carved deeply into the clay tablet with a wooden knife.

The sea breeze blows on the island day after day.

Over time, Lin Qingsu developed the habit of writing and drawing. Occasionally, he would use his sword as a branch to review in his mind how he would respond if he faced powerful enemies like King Hassan and Gilgamesh again, thus cultivating his character and killing time.

At first, you may find it too boring to bear.

I can't hold it in any longer.

But I gradually got used to it, and now I often forget that it was a "dream".

A poem by Cao Cao titled "Viewing the Sea" was engraved on the stone slab.

Why is it Guan Cang Hai?

Because these are the only few poems he remembers now.

Looking at the powerful and even dazzling sword-like characters, Lin Qingsu put down the branch with satisfaction. Then she noticed the prying eyes and raised her head to meet Tiamat's gaze.

She was wearing a plain white dress and standing by the window.

It is worth mentioning that in order to satisfy Lin Qingsu's appetite, good mother Tiamat specially expanded their wooden house and added a kitchen, but because Lin Qingsu never came to accompany her when she cooked, she added a window in the kitchen.

He also asked Lin Qingsu to stay within her sight when he was cooking.

That is, in the window.

It's called 'fear of getting lost'.

Lin Qingsu really didn't want to complain. The whole island could be seen at a glance, so where could he get lost?

Walk into the sea?

"Is the meal ready?"

Lin Qingsu, who had nothing to do, walked to the window and asked a question that had a 99% chance of not getting a positive answer.

There's really nothing to talk about.

One mother, one child, at least in name.

Even couples will run out of things to talk about after being together for a long time. There is an old saying that distance makes beauty.

What's more, the only thing Lin Qingsu and Tiamat could talk about was telling her stories and teaching her things that he knew but she didn't. Now that she had learned them all, only the latter was left, but she couldn't tell her stories all the time.

"No."

Tiamat shook her head, her starry eyes still looking at him.

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

Tiamat nodded and hummed, "Mom, I've recently learned that humans seem to only do two things throughout their lives: leaving behind excellent academic records and finding a good partner. Well, the latter also has a very important offshoot: reproducing offspring..."

Seeing that she was going off topic again, Lin Qingsu quickly pulled her back.

"What do you want to say?"

Say something like a scumbag.

Although Tiamat was still very warm and doting towards him, Lin Qingsu actually couldn't stand it.

It's not that I find Tiamat annoying.

But, if a woman is by your side all the time, talks to you every once in a while, and some of the ten sentences she says are actually meaningless, you will feel a little intolerable after a long time.

At least I want her to talk less.

Have that time.

Wouldn’t it be nice to write more, draw a little, or brainstorm and practice swordplay?

After several years of island life.

Lin Qingsu has completely forgotten the purpose of coming here.

Tiamat naturally noticed that Lin Qingsu was a little impatient and pouted, but Lin Qingsu had been impatient with her for a long time. Although Tiamat felt wronged, she felt that as a mother, she should have the heart to tolerate her children.

This is the rebellious period of human children.

"Leaving an excellent record..."

Tiamat said, thought for a moment, and automatically skipped to the next topic.

"Mom, you're already old enough. People your age already have children..."

Seeing that Lin Qingsu was getting impatient again, Tiamat quickly asked briefly, "So, do you have a lover now?"

Lin Qingsu was stunned for a moment, then she thought about whether she had a lover or not, then she suddenly realized and was speechless.

"Where can I find another human being?"

Tiamat shook her head and said, "No, finding a mate and nurturing life are extremely important, both for humans and other creatures. As a good child of your mother, you must not die alone..."

Listen to Tiamat talking.

Lin Qingsu never heard her method of finding a woman to match him.

He wasn't even given a way to find humans.

Lin Qingsu couldn't help but said: "Then you..."

"Just send it to a crowded place so I can find it!" He stopped talking before he saw Tiamat's expectant eyes.

After several years of self-cultivation, he has fewer distracting thoughts in his mind.

Although this often makes him think of things that used to go astray, and some more remote places that serious people would not think of, his reactions are much faster.

He had seen Tiamat like this many times over the years.

I usually look forward to what he says.

Of course, as a 'mother' and someone who had few human values, Tiamat had nothing bad to say, and was more expecting a positive response from him from her words.

for example...

"So, I want to try this thing called 'dating'. Although, I'm a mother, but, is it okay?"

Chapter 10 Death

as predicted.