Otherworldly Carver

Wen Yu's face turned red all of a sudden.

In fact, it wasn't the first time he held a suborc man in his arms, but it was the first time he felt at a loss.The Little orc man in his arms closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face turned pale for a moment, and his heart ached as he just looked at it quietly.

Did he manage more?

In all fairness, Wen Yu knew that he was not qualified to say these words.He himself knows that he is an orc who cannot transform... Although he has never looked down on himself, nor has he ever felt that it is so good if he cannot transform, but he also understands that among the sub-orcs he has seen, he has made such a choice. Only his father...

Then what happened?Although in Wen Yu's view, there is nothing wrong with his own orc father who cannot transform, but in the eyes of others, this union is a joke at all.When they swear in front of the beast god, even the beast god will laugh, right?If it wasn't because he had seen enough of other people's eyes, why would his younger brother Wen Ran be so obsessed with it?

Thinking of his younger brother Wen Ran always muttering to him to transform quickly, and the worry between his brows couldn't be concealed, Wen Yu couldn't help but sigh slightly.Even Wen Ran, a sub-orc man who grew up in such a family, has such an attitude towards orcs who cannot transform, and Wen Yu can't even imagine what other sub-orc men think of him.

Although, Ye Ling never showed disgust in his eyes.

But holding the suborc man in his arms, Wen Yu felt that he was too selfish, didn't he?From anyone's point of view, choosing to combine with an excellent orc like Tongxi is a good choice.

Maybe, Wen Yu should give Ye Ling a chance to choose, even though Wen Yu was reluctant.

"If...if you think he's good...I won't stop you..." Wen Yu only felt very uncomfortable in his heart, trembling and forcing himself to say these words, "I'm just telling you, I——I'm very sad……"

As for being sad, why is it sad... Wen Yu hesitated, as if he didn't know how to explain.He hugged the person in his arms, feeling that his palms were wet with sweat, staring at the person in his arms, he dared not speak.

This doesn't seem like a good time to confess...

"I think you misunderstood something?" The person in the arms suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath and left his arms, blinked and looked at him and said, "Such a cold person, you want to freeze me to death Are you - stupid?"

Wen Yu was stunned for a long while before recovering, and finally burst out laughing.

"Actually... I just remembered something..." Ye Ling sighed, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly shook his head and said with a smile, "But those are all in the past..."

"Ye Ling..." Wen Yu's heart trembled, and then he felt sour, and said hesitantly, "Did you remember something?"

Or, never had amnesia?Wen Yu thought to himself.

Ye Ling was taken aback for a moment, looked up at Wen Yu's sour expression, and replied with a sigh: "Don't worry... I've forgotten all about that..."

Forget, forget everything in that world, forget all the pain, all the hurt, forget all the past... When you come to a new world, you should have a new life...

However, the past is engraved in the bones, how can it be so easy to forget?

Wen Yu sighed, and gently touched Ye Ling's shoulder with his hand, stroking the pattern on the fabric on Ye Ling's shoulder, and whispered in Ye Ling's ear: "When you can open your heart to me, you can open up to me as much as you want." Tell your past. And I also have a story that I want to tell you..."

After all... Wen Yu lowered his head, avoiding Ye Ling's gaze, turned around and opened the door, and walked out.

Ye Ling stood there in a daze, not moving for a long time.

His story, I wanted to hide it quietly in my heart like this.He came from another world and had nothing to rely on. Could it be that he could tell his secrets to others at will?But Ye Ling knew that Wen Yu, who showed the same expression as him, was trustworthy.

However, Ye Ling didn't have the courage to face his painful past like this.

But...it feels so good to be watched and cared for by someone like this...Ye Ling took a deep breath, and a smile slowly appeared on his face...

After Wen Yu opened the door and went out, he saw Gao Yuan finish the last mouthful of rice in his bowl, Wen Ran took the bowl away and took it into the kitchen.

When Gao Yuan saw Wen Yu, there was a meaningful smile on his face, and he winked and said, "How is it?"

"How about what?" Wen Yu was a little helpless, sat down at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.

"Of course it's you and Ye Ling!" Gao Yuan glanced at Wen Ran who was washing the dishes, smiled and said in a low voice, "When you called Xiao Ye Zi inside just now, Wen Ran was so worried that she wanted to rush in, but luckily I held her back. Nothing bad. How about it, am I a buddy?"

After all, Gao Yuan felt that he was extremely smart, so he raised the corner of his mouth and patted Wen Yu's shoulder.

Wen Yu was drinking soup and almost choked, looked at Gao Yuan helplessly and said, "Where is such an exaggeration?"

"Of course, don't underestimate these small details, I can rely on this to trick Aran into...cough coughcough..." Xu recalled the brother in front of him who was his sweetheart, so Gao Yuan quickly changed the subject and said, "Then What, what is your Ye Ling going to do?"

"What's the plan?" Wen Yu only felt that Gao Yuan asked strangely.

"He is a senior sculptor. In the future, do you plan to just carve and sell yourself, or rely on a big family?" Gao Yuan frowned and looked at Wen Yu and said, "You don't think that he will always be the little leaf of your family, do you?"

Wen Yu put down his chopsticks and was silent for a while.

"Isn't it? Don't tell me you haven't thought about it at all...or are you deliberately not thinking about it?" Gao Yuan spread his hands and said, "Don't be stupid, a genius like him can't be buried for a lifetime! The nails are in the cloth bag Sooner or later, it will be punctured and leaked out... Instead of taking it out and selling it in such a sneaky way, why don't you think of a bright way!"

Wen Yu opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, but the frown between his brows became tighter and tighter.

Wen Yu hadn't thought about Ye Ling's future.

Ye Ling's best choice is indeed to find a big family as a backer.In this way, Ye Ling can participate in the sculptor rating, and his works can get more praises. Maybe he can find a tenth-level sculptor as a teacher and become a master sculptor that everyone admires!This is much better than secretly selling the sculpture by yourself, after all, in Wen Yu's heart, Ye Ling deserves more.

However, once Ye Ling's talent is exposed, there will be competition from major families. This is a good thing for Ye Ling, but there is also a crisis.The big family has a lot of dark inside stories, and if it is not careful, it will ruin its reputation.

"Wen Yu, are you dumb today?" Gao Yuan pushed Wen Yu, and suddenly looked behind Wen Yu.

Wen Yu was about to turn his head, but put his hands on his shoulders.Wen Yu raised his face, just in time to see Ye Ling smiling at him.

"I don't want to rely on any family, that's too boring and not free." Ye Ling blinked and smiled, and asked softly, "What do you think of me setting up a studio?"

"Studio?" Gao Yuan and Wen Yu repeated these three words at the same time, with surprised expressions on their faces.

"What? The studio?" Wen Ran returned to the dining table after washing the dishes, just in time to hear what Ye Ling said, she couldn't help being a little puzzled, and asked, "What is that?"

"How should I put it, it means that one or two people or a small team complete the task alone and get paid..." Ye Ling said with a smile. Dima as a reward..."

"What? Isn't this too exaggerated?" Wen Ran blinked and said, "You can do it?"

"It's not me, it's you and me." Sitting at the dining table, Ye Ling picked up his rice bowl and said, "The name of our personal studio is Lingran Studio?"

"Huh?" Wen Ran was stunned.

In any case, the concept of the studio was too bold, not only Wen Ran was dumbfounded, but also Gao Yuan and Wen Yu couldn't recover after hearing it for a long time.Carvers have always served the family, or they sell the finished products, and even if they carve privately, they are mostly behind the scenes.High-profile personal studio?Engraving according to customer's requirements?No sub-orc carver has ever done this before!

"Don't be like this, it's just an idea... But, I'm serious." Ye Ling looked at them, and his tone didn't sound like a joke at all.

In fact, just as Ye Ling walked out of the workshop, he heard Gao Yuan and Wen Yu discussing his "future".Knowing that they were sincerely thinking of him, he was very moved in his heart, but on the other hand he quickly rejected those suggestions.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and to obtain the protection of the other party, one has to pay a corresponding price.Ye Ling didn't want to taste the taste of relying on the so-called family and borrowing other people's power.

It is also a good way to carve and sell them secretly.But as Gao Yuan said, his talent cannot be concealed, and Ye Ling can't do it if he is asked to sculpt imperfect works for sale.In that case, why not make the most suitable and most dangerous choice, and let it go all the way?

In her previous life, Ye Ling lived too carefully. She lived her whole life, but she lost the taste of being alive.In this life, Ye Ling thought to himself, anyway, he earned it, so he just let it go casually.

Anyway, even if you lose, you still win...

The room was quiet for quite a while, only Ye Ling smiled and lowered his head, picked up his rice bowl and concentrated on eating.After a long time, Wen Ran chanted "personal studio" with an indescribable expression on his face.And Gao Yuan and Wen Yu also recalled it, and slowly opened their eyes wide.

"Not bad...how come no one thought of it before?" Gao Yuan was a little excited, and slapped Wen Yu on the back and said.