It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

After 100:[-] in the middle of the night, tens of millions of viewers are still active in the "[-] Different Hours" live broadcast room.

Dozens of camera angles switch every once in a while, only the dogs and chickens at the entrance of the village move.

When I cut back to the bedroom, it was pitch black—the camera had long been covered with clothes, and tens of millions of viewers only heard their voices but never saw their faces, imagining the actions of a few people behind the cloth , When they hear slapstick, the screen is full of "ahhhh", and when they hear whispering, they are also "ahhhhh", in short, they can make up content that cannot pass the review anyway.

"There's something really wrong with the moon tonight."

After Si Nan finished speaking.

"What's wrong, give me Kangkang"

"I can't see anything, I'm going to die of anxiety"

"What do you mean by that? Is it a code?"

But no one answered. After the sentence was over, the two of them didn't speak again until after dawn. Sinan lifted the coat used for the camera and said to the camera, "Good morning."

"Good morning Nannan!"

"I didn't sleep all night, listening to the sound of breathing is very satisfying!"

"But this is the best night I've slept in. Huh, brothers, can you record sleep broadcasts in the future? It's so reassuring."

They were woken up by the sound of sawing in the yard. Sinan put on his clothes first and went out. He saw his grandfather was sawing a long log with a saw, and there were already cut planks and some scraps beside him.

"Morning, Grandpa!" Sinan walked over to greet Grandpa, "What are you going to do?"

Grandpa stopped and looked at Sinan: "Woke you up?"

Si Nan smiled brightly: "No, I woke up already."

Grandpa said: "Make a wooden door."

It was only now that Sinan had time to look at the layout of the yard. It looked like Grandpa must be a carpenter. There were piles of large and small logs piled up in the yard, and a few bunches of dried corn and red peppers hung on the wall. Although the layout was simple, it was full of fireworks. gas.

Sinan asked his grandfather again: "Then what can I do for you?"

Grandpa looked at Sinan: "Help me up."

Grandpa pointed to the place where he was stepping on, and Sinan held the other side with his hands, "creaking" a piece of wood was cut off, the cut surface was smooth, and a flower was printed on the outside of the annual rings hidden in the tree. .

Grandpa embedded the cut wood into another large wooden board. Sinan guessed that this should be the wooden door Grandpa mentioned, but it was actually smaller, and the combined length and width did not reach his height.

Just when he was wondering, the little boy from last night came over and picked up a bundle of wood scraps, he glanced at Sinan hesitantly, and moved the wood to the side by himself.

Simon followed up: "What is this for?"

The little boy didn't speak, picked up an ax that was as long as his arm, and then put the wood on the stake and chopped it down with a "bang".

When the ax was in place, the wood was split from the middle, and Sinan applauded in surprise: "You are so amazing!"

The little boy glanced at Simon, then rolled his eyes twice, as if to say, he was startled.

"Can I try it?" Sinan was eager to try.

The little boy didn't speak. At this time, several other people also washed up and came out. Seeing that Sinan was going to get the ax, they all came over.

Ace hopped over and ran over: "I want to play too, I want to play too!"

Sinan had already taken the ax from the little boy's hand and said, "This is not for fun." Then he followed the example of the little boy and chopped it down.

Then he smashed the stake into a hole, and the wood on the stake didn't move at all. Ace ran over and snatched it immediately: "I'll come, I'll come!"

As soon as the ax went down, it hit the wood, even if the ax could not be removed, even if the tip of the ax was carved into the wood, it could not be pulled out or cut down, Qin Xuan laughed.

When Ace heard Qin Xuan laughing at him, he tried his best to chop the wood out, but after knocking it down more than a dozen times, the wood remained motionless as if it had been set.

A few seconds later, the little boy approached, reached out his hand to indicate to take the axe, raised it high, and chopped it down with a "snap", splitting the wood in two perfectly.

Mo Ting laughed at him in vain: "Look at you, you are not even as good as a child."

Ace was so angry that his nose was smoking: "You can do it!"

Mo Tingbai snorted coldly: "It's just cleverness, you don't know how to use force."

Ace took the ax from the little boy's hand again: "Boss, you've already said all the words, you can't justify it if you don't chop a piece or two and show us."

"I didn't say I was going to cut it." Mo listened to Bai Xin saying that he didn't fall into the trap, and in a blink of an eye saw Sinan looking at him expectantly, "But I can show you a demonstration."

He took the axe, chose a posture with a good angle, raised it high and swung it down.The ax fell down an extremely tricky oblique angle, and finally the tip of the ax connected the wood to the stake underneath. A crack was cut out by him.

Ace immediately seized the opportunity to shush him: "It's just cleverness, I don't know how to use force~"

Mo Tingbai turned his head and glared at him, ready to pick it up and try again, when he caught a glimpse of the little boy's eyes staring at the crack on the wooden post, and put it down resentfully.

Well, it also made trouble for others.

I don't know if this wooden pile is troublesome to lose. Is it worth the money or the wood?

"You're already very good." While Mo Tingbai was struggling, he heard Sinan quietly approaching him and saying, "I didn't even get it."

Mo listened to the white face, but he was a little happy in his heart, but he felt something was wrong when he saw the hole he smashed on the wooden post.

He was hesitating whether to apologize, but he saw the little boy approaching with small steps, glanced at him quietly, took the ax from his hand, first put the wood at an angle, and then slowly and slightly chopped lightly on the wood After making a hole twice, he lifted it up and smashed it down. The wooden stick was immediately split into two halves.

Sinan held the venue and cheered again.

Immediately afterwards, the little boy walked up to Mo Tingbai holding the axe, and lowered his head and handed the ax into Mo Tingbai's hand.

"Give it to me?" Mo Tingbai asked incredulously, "Do you want me to cut it in your way?"

The little boy nodded quickly, handed the ax over, then lowered his head and slid aside.

Mo Tingbai took the ax and imitated the little boy to draw a gourd. Sure enough, he split the stick in two smoothly this time.

Looking in the direction of the little boy, the little boy unexpectedly showed a rare smile, but he immediately restrained himself when he met his face. At this moment, Sinan came over to him and said, "He seems to like you very much."

"is it?"

"That's right, children can't misjudge people." Sinan said.

Mo Tingbai lowered his eyes to cover up his expression.A few cameras were working on the side, and Mo Tingbai pursed his lower lip and muttered something to himself: "Kids know...just you..."

Chopping firewood is used to light the fire, and several people helped the little boy walk to the kitchen with the promising wood.

This is a rather cramped space, with two pots on top of a brick stove, the walls are stained black by fly ash, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are placed on wooden shelves, covered with a layer of soot and ash.

It was impossible for five people to enter the small space. They quickly decided on the division of labor, with some washing the vegetables, some washing the dishes, and some cooking and burning wood.

He Shenjian was assigned to cook, and Mo Tingbai was assigned to burn firewood.

The two finished the whole meal over and over again, and the only conversation was:

"It's hot." "Oh."

"There's no fire." "Oh."

But it doesn't affect the bullet screen flying.

"This is life after marriage, right?"

"Their indifference must be deliberately concealing their relationship."

But there are also people who are sober.

"It's unnecessary if you can knock it out, it's obvious that the two people's aura is not right."

"Commonly known as bumping sign hhhh"

"Poor Honey Bai, a clean freak who wants to take care of the boiler, what kind of evil did he do in his life?"

Made in this life.

After Mo Tingbai washed his hands a hundred times, he could still smell the juice dripping from his fingers after burning rotten wood.

It never occurred to him that if he didn't wash dishes, vegetables, or cook, the last job assigned to him would be to burn the boiler!

Unlike at the village chief's house, the dishes at my grandfather's house are basically all vegetables, the only thing that is not green is tofu.

But Mo Tingbai is very satisfied, as long as he doesn't eat snake meat, he is very satisfied.

The light side dishes tasted wonderful under the processing of He Shenjian, and the grandpa was full of praise. Although the little boy didn't say anything, he ate another bowl of rice silently.

After eating, a few people watched Grandpa doing carpentry for a while, and after a few 10 minutes of knocking, a perfect small wooden door appeared in front of them.

Ace was eager to try, and wanted to make something out of useless materials. At this time, the little boy walked past them with a bamboo basket on his back.

Mo Tingbai saw it first: "Where are you going?"

The little boy did not speak.

Grandpa helped him and said, "Go and cut the pigweed!"

Apart from Qin Xuan and Si Nan, other people didn't quite understand what Grandpa said, and only after Si Nan's translation did he understand it.

"Cut hogweed?" Ace became interested again. "Let's go together!" He thought of the scene when he cut wood just now, and immediately added: "Never make any more trouble!"

Si Nan smiled and asked the little boy, "Is that okay?"

The little boy stopped, glanced at them, and nodded quickly.

He pointed to the tool next to him.

"Go and cut pigweed!" Ace picked up a bamboo basket, cheering as if he was going to win a prize.

The author has something to say: Stop cheering, do you know what the next step is after cutting hogweed?