My male god is Xueba

"Several of them, such as Xiao An, he didn't play very well at the beginning, so I helped him correct his posture, and he learned it after only two times."

"Oh." Cheng Yuwei nodded, and turned the beat of his hand a little uncomfortably.

Xie Mo took the badminton bag and put his racket back, handed it to Cheng Yuwei, and said, "I'm going back to have dinner, you can take this back for me. You don't have anything to do tonight, right?"

Cheng Yuwei took it and blinked: "You haven't taught me how to catch it yet."

"Grabbing..." Xie Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, "That thing needs to be strong enough, so you go find a few barbells to practice, when you can easily lift dozens of kilograms over your head? Just teach you how to move, now even if you learn it, you won’t be able to catch anyone.”

"I see." Cheng Yuwei could only nod again.

"Then see you later." Xie Mo waved his hand, turned and left.Cheng Yuwei looked at his back and then at the racket in his hand, suddenly he had no intention of continuing to practice, so he had to put away the racket and bring all the balls back to the dormitory to find Lin Ran for dinner.

In the evening, Cheng Yuwei took Xie Mo's racket and practiced in the dormitory again. He hoped that he could play with Xie Mo next time, but he still couldn't understand a serious ball after playing back and forth, and neither did Lin Ran. He thought he was noisy, and stood up to help him standardize his movements after he failed several times. Only then did Cheng Yuwei know that this guy's badminton is also very good.

"Brother Wei, can you tell my brother why you suddenly want to play badminton?" Lin Ran held Cheng Yuwei's hand and showed him the movements he should have when serving the ball, "I remember when I asked you to go, you didn't go .”

"I just wanted to play on a whim." Cheng Yuwei said naturally.

Of course he couldn't say that he wanted to play because he felt uncomfortable seeing Song Qian and Xie Mo playing together, but when he thought about it, he thought of Song Qian again, wondering how she was doing now, every time he saw that girl after breaking up It seemed that he was not in a good mood, and this time he obviously showed his sadness on his face, which made him feel a little bit unbearable.

Cheng Yuwei had no chance to touch the racket during the day the next day, Xie Mo called him early in the morning and told him to go home with him after three classes today.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Yuwei said strangely, "Grandma and her old lady miss me again?"

"It has nothing to do with my grandma, I have something to do with you." Xie Mo said.

"……Oh."

Half an hour later, he saw Xie Mo outside the library and asked, "Why did you ask me to come to your house?"

"Secret. You will know when the time comes." Xie Mo said.

Cheng Yuwei went to Xie Mo's house this time earlier than usual, and it was only one day since the last time. Grandma Xie was the happiest, but Xie Mo didn't immediately give them time to reminisce, and directly pulled Cheng Yu Wei entered his bedroom.

"Hey, what are you in a hurry for?" Cheng Yuwei was the first time he saw this man in such a hurry, he didn't even let himself and grandma talk for a few words.

Xie Mo asked him to sit on the bed, took out the flower board, paper and pen for sketching that he had prepared earlier and handed it to him: "Draw me your father's appearance."

"...What," Cheng Yuwei choked on the saliva, coughing up smoke, "You want to draw my father, why?"

He looked at Xie Mo incredulously, but saw that man handed the pen to him with a calm face, and said, "Of course it's useful, hurry up."

"How could I be able to draw!" Cheng Yuwei pushed his hand away, none of the few things he had drawn since he was a child could be recognized as the original.

"Then tell me, I'll draw." Xie Mo arranged the drawing board and paper, and looked at him with a pen.

"You, what are you going to do..." Seeing his serious face, Cheng Yuwei had to let out a sigh of relief, "Well, my father looks like me, um, the eyes are pretty... "

Cheng Yuwei really couldn't figure out why Xie Mo wanted to draw a portrait of his father when he had nothing to do. Following his description, Xie Mo's brush also moved, and Cheng Yuwei racked his brains to describe his father's image as well as possible. After being more specific, he took the time to look at Xie Mo's drawing paper, but he was so scared that he almost cried out.

Xie Mo's painting is not the real version of his father's portrait, but a slightly Q version, which looks very cute, but he perfectly expresses all the characteristics he said, which makes people feel at a glance It can be seen that the prototype of that character is his father.

"My God," Cheng Yuyi looked at the person who was still working hard on the painting with a shocked face, and said with emotion, "You are too good, I think the Public Security Bureau can invite you to paint portraits of suspects , to ensure that none of them can escape.”

Cheng Yuwei couldn't quite remember whether Qing Xiemo's certificates of merit included sketching, but he just felt that this person was really amazing, and his versatility had reached a certain level.

Xie Mo raised his head and glanced at him with a smile, added a few strokes to his painting, then held it up to his eyes and said, "Is it pretty? Ah, the point is the image?"

The person in the painting has neatly parted hair, a neat suit, and big eyes that look very loving.

Cheng Yuwei nodded in admiration: "It looks good, like, when I can draw such a picture, my dad will definitely go crazy with a whoosh."

Xie Mo's smile deepened, and he didn't answer, but Cheng Yuwei suddenly thought of something and said, "Hey, did you draw this as a gift for my dad?" I'm going to take him home this Saturday for dinner.

Xie Mo put down the drawing board, stood up and walked towards the cabinet with the wood carvings: "A gift must be given, but not this."

"Then..." Cheng Yuwei was about to ask why did you paint, when he saw him take out a cylindrical wooden block and an unfamiliar tool from the drawer on the lower floor, he couldn't help widening his eyes and said: "You don't mean to carve a wooden sculpture for my dad, do you?"

"Indeed." Xie Mo replied lightly, took a newspaper and spread it on the floor, took a cushion and put it behind, took his own painting and put it aside, sat down and began to carve.

It's not that Cheng Yuwei didn't expect Xie Mo to give his father a gift, and even thought that if he wanted to give him something like shark's fin and bird's nest, then he must stop him. There are so many things like that in his house, let alone the old man. Dad doesn't like to eat very much.But no matter how much he thought about it, Xie Mo would think of carving a wood carving for his dad!

Of course, Cheng Yuwei has never seen anyone who has made woodcarving in real life, Xie Mo in front of him is holding on to the carving knife, his movements are dexterous and skillful, and the sawdust that fell on the newspaper gradually increased.Cheng Yuwei stared at him blankly for a long time before regaining his senses. He almost fell down in front of him and almost knelt down.

Xie Mo carved it from the bottom up, and already had the prototypes of shoes and pants. Cheng Yuwei stared at the wood intently, watching its little changes like a new one, and said almost subconsciously: "God, you Carve one for me too."

After speaking, he grasped Xie Mo's hand holding the wood.

"Hey," Xie Mo's knife was about to fall, and almost missed and stuck in his hand. At this moment, he turned around and tapped his hand lightly with the handle of the knife, "Release."

Cheng Yuwei let go of his hand, but rushed over to hug his waist, cried and said: "Male god, please carve me a statue, I was envious when I saw the statue of your parents last time, okay I want you to sculpt my image too!"

Cheng Yuwei hugged him tighter and tighter, and rubbed against him, but Xie Mo remained unmoved and said calmly: "If I want to give you a gift, I will consider it, but not now, I have to give it to you first." Dad's gift is ready."

"Oh." Cheng Yuwei let him go aggrieved, stepped back a little, and wiped away the tears he forced out.

Xie Mo continued to move, but he groaned in his heart, and he still controlled himself very well without showing it.

"Huh," Cheng Yuwei wiped his face and thought again, "Are you giving this gift to my father only?"

"There is one more for Auntie, but you have to come one by one." Xie Mo said.

"Oh." Cheng Yuwei began to envy and jealous again.

Xie Mo's woodcarvings continued until dinner and he didn't finish carving. When he heard grandma calling them outside, he put down what he was doing, stood up and stretched his arms and said, "Let's go eat, I'm too busy today to give you Make something delicious."

Cheng Yuwei still looked at the wood carving that already had a rough shape, waved his hand and said, "Oh Xueba, you are so kind."

Xie Mo smiled: "This should be done tonight, and I will trouble you to come over and tell me about Auntie tomorrow."

"No problem." Cheng Yuwei said, patting his chest.

When the two came to the dining table, Grandma Xie had already placed four dishes on it. When the old man came out of the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks, he said rather complainingly: "The two children are so busy when they come back."

Cheng Yuwei hurriedly smiled and said, "Grandma, I'll have a good chat with you after dinner. I miss you these two days."

Xie Mo just smiled, took the bowl from grandma's hand to fill the rice.