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When the snow gradually melted, the gathered tribes were ready to disperse. Like the last carnival, they drank and ate meat every day from morning to night, indulged in banquets, and sometimes they didn’t see each other all night. Lie came back to his own tent, most likely because he got drunk at someone else's place and fell asleep directly.

Men on the prairie, love comes quickly and deeply, but in one winter, many people who have never been familiar with each other have become friends and brothers.

Of course there are contradictions. For example, a certain tribe who sneaked away at night secretly took away some sheep from other tribes. Sheep are money. Those who followed quickly, those who were afraid that they would fill in the hole, and those who were wary of their sheep and horses being led by the hand.

Some grumpy clansmen even waved their whips at the male slaves, but the whips just sounded loud, and the ones that fell on the people were not as heavy as imagined. Even the clothes were not torn. This is why they love the tribal property A manifestation of it, a male slave is also property.

The chaotic scene was full of adults, and the children were watching the fun. Ji Mo didn’t have much time to study with Hong Chou because he had to pack up his things these days, so he just watched the fun with the children. When they were chatting together, someone asked about the jack-o-lantern made by Ji Mo.

He just made the colored one, can it be said that it was because he couldn't find clothes that could fade the yellow color?Or was it that A's family was so distressed and couldn't bear to talk about him, that expression made Ji Mo understand how extravagant and wasteful he was.

People here don't weave, let alone dye, those colored fabrics are brought by the caravans. Valuable, even if it's his own.

After all, he is not an ignorant child, he can't just waste things indiscriminately just for fun, Ji Mo later honestly carved colorless ice sculptures.

"That jack-o-lantern is still fun. Although it's a bit ugly, it looks better the more you look at it. It's a pity that someone took it."

A child still can't forget, but the reason for not forgetting is a bit similar to the feeling of regret that it's too late to start.

"Little rabbits are also pretty. When I grow up, I will also catch rabbits..."

The child's wish quickly deviated from ice sculpture, and began to think about what to do when he grows up. No one wants to carve. Even if there are successful examples like Ji Mo, it is definitely not a skill that the tribe needs. Most are men who can run horses, and warriors who can hunt and kill prairie wolves.

Or simply be a hero who can lead several tribesmen to obey the patriarch like a general.

Ji Mo listened from the side, and found that when the topic was diverted, he didn't deliberately turn back. He looked at the children with a smile, and imagined what they would be like in the future like a little elder. Do you still remember today's naive dream? speak.

If you still remember, it may be interesting to recall.

This is the third world. If the time spent in all the worlds is added together, Ji Mo should be an old man in his seventies and eighties, but he does not have that old and tired mentality at all, and his energy is still strong, staying at around twenty In terms of maturity, there is still something missing. Occasionally, he can do very childish things, which is in line with the appearance of a child. In terms of immaturity, he looks at things with a kind of insight into the world. Of course.

"Why don't you go play together?"

Ji Xin walked over from behind and pressed on his head. Ji Mo's current hat is a new one made by A's family. It is a bit big, and he said he can wear it next year. After pressing it down, his eyes are all black up.

Holding up the hat with both hands, Ji Mo turned his head, smiled and called, "Brother!"

Behind him, those children have already started playing games, running and jumping, it seems to be a game of tag, the children's laughter made the adults who are busy with work feel very happy, and occasionally they would laugh come over.

All the hard work seems to be extraordinarily valuable because of these laughter.

"Go and play, you haven't moved much this winter, you've gained weight."

Ji Xin pinched Ji Mo's cheeks. There was some flesh on the cheeks, and it felt good when pinched. In winter, Ah Jia wiped their faces with some kind of animal oil. The evenly spread oil is the best moisturizer. , to ensure that the face will not be cracked by frostbite.

In previous years, they used leather to cover their faces. It would be better to only show their eyes and look out. This year, it is different after all.

The other tribes have almost left, and now there are only one or two families left. Ji Mo was thinking about Hong Chou's affairs, and found that the two tribes that had something to do with him, whether it was the one he originally belonged to or the one he begged for later, After the two tribes have left, Ji Mo is ready to talk about the carving with Hong Chou.

He gave Hong Chou a vaccination first: "Whether they are willing or not, I will learn from you. You are my master, but you must not retreat!" The means, maybe it will be too much for Hong Chou, who made him a slave, and added worriedly, "If it's really not possible, you just promise to teach me secretly."

The full of melancholy was revealed on the face, that is, the little frown, which made the person fatter and added a bit of cuteness, at least in Hong Chou's eyes, he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you .”

Their master-student pair was different from other master-students from the very beginning. It was not the disciples who listened to the master, but the master listened to the disciples. It was rare that Hongchou didn't care about these things. He knew that the child wanted his best.

In the evening, it was rare for A Lie to be there. After dinner, Ji Mo held down A Niang before she cleaned up, coughed twice, and stood in the center, expressing that he had something to announce.

Ariel rubbed his chin with great interest and asked, "What is Ah Mo going to say?"

He seemed to be coaxing a child, and his eyes were not focused. He looked at Ji Xin who was facing him. Ji Xin vaguely heard that Ji Mo said that it was a big event, but he refused to tell him in advance. He was somewhat worried, but also somewhat looking forward to it. Ji Mo, what big event can he make?

"There is one thing that you all don't know." Ji Mo pulled Hong Chou who was standing by the door, "He, Hong Chou, is a sculptor, and I, your dearest son/brother," his When I looked at A Lie and A Niang, I emphasized "son", when I looked at Ji Xin, I emphasized "brother", swept around, and came back to my eyes, "Follow him, my master, and learn to sculpt." Formal, very formal, I want to be a sculptor in the future, not only to carve the most beautiful flowers, but also to carve many, many things that you have never seen before, which will make everyone's jaw drop. "

"That jack-o-lantern of yours already made my jaw drop."

The pale yellow pumpkin ice sculpture, with its teeth bared, looks ugly and weird, but when the faint fire is lit in its mouth, the night seems to be different because of it.

Ariel knew where the delicate-looking jack-o-lantern went. He secretly took it to Mother Ji, and then gave it to Ah Sang by Mother Ji. As a female slave, it is difficult to have something that only belongs to For my own things, some small accessories are fine, and the clothes are not conspicuous, but such decorations are difficult to store.

He only offered it as a last resort for Ji's mother, thinking that it was in a tent anyway, and she could see it every day, so that's all.

Thinking of Ji's mother, he felt a little distracted, he didn't care what Ji Mo said at all, and the A family wouldn't say anything more, looked at Ji Mo with a smile, and nodded repeatedly, maybe Ji Mo said that he would never say anything in his life. She will not have any objection if she gnaws on the old when she gets married.

Ji Xin frowned, "Sculpting, what's the point?"If it is a hobby, I have absolutely no objection. Anyway, idleness is idleness. There is nothing wrong with doing something you like. But if it is a profession, you will specialize in this in the future. There are no sculptors in the tribe, and you don’t need it. Would not respect a carver.

If I want to object, I saw the two giants, A Lie and A Jia, smiling, as if they had already agreed, and found that Ji Mo was smiling when he saw their reaction, and turned to look at himself. Do you play against yourself?

No, of course not, wouldn't that push my brother's heart away?

Ji Xin is still a bit of a city man, and at the moment there is only a smile in his eyes, and he didn't say anything against it, kid, maybe he will forget it tomorrow?

After obtaining consent from them, Ji Mo was half relieved, and when he went to see Mother Ji the next day, he was a little apprehensive.

That was the anxiety that Ariel and the others didn't have. Facing Hong Chou's question, Ji Mo said: "I don't know why, but I always feel that my mother is more powerful, so I need to be more careful."

As a result, after meeting Ji's mother successfully, she got permission very smoothly. Part of Ji's mother's thoughts coincided with Ji Xin's. She would not push her son's heart away and strongly oppose what he wanted to do. The other part was There is actually nothing wrong with being a sculptor. If you don't develop here, it doesn't mean you can't do it in other places. If you can go back... even if you can't go back, you may still be able to go to a big tribe or a higher place.

Don't the major customers of those caravans and those big tribes like exquisite jade carvings and gold and silverware?If they can achieve something in this area, who can say that they can't get their attention?

A lifetime of obscurity, just mediocrity in a small tribe for a lifetime?Mother Ji feels that that is not the life her son should have. She has no more ambitions for her own life, but she hopes to see her sons fly higher and farther like goshawks. is confined here.

Ji Mo felt Ji Mu's eyes, like a vast sea, stretching as far as the eye can see, making him feel a certain kind of floating, as if floating on the water, letting him go in any direction. Suddenly, Ji Mo smiled, and threw himself on Ji Mu's lap Hugging her in his arms, he smelled the light fragrance on her clothes, which was soaked with the precious spices used by the patriarch's wife after burning, as if interpreting a certain noble smell, but at this moment, it was kneaded into the fragrance of maternal love.

"Mother, don't worry, I will definitely become a very good sculptor, and I will carve works that will shock everyone!"