technical type

There are a few simple wood carvings on the window sill. As a student who is still in school, Ji Mo does not have so many suitable professional tools. Fortunately, he is skilled and can barely carve some that are not too hard with a paper knife. Wood, the finished product of wood carving is very beautiful, and he couldn't help but smile knowingly after seeing it.

"You did this?"

Ji's mother frowned, looking at these wood carvings, she couldn't believe it, she wanted to say something, but she held back, instead tactfully advised Ji Mo to concentrate on his studies.

"It's serious for you to study hard now..."

The words are not very harsh, it means to speak well, but this feeling...

The smile on Ji Mo's lips gradually flattened, and he nodded: "I know, I will study hard."

When Ji's mother saw him open the textbook full of markings, saw him spread the paper and started to write, she finally felt relieved, and placed the fruit plate for him on the corner of the table, one that would neither affect his study nor leave him The position of the arm was too far away, so he left lightly.

The door was not closed, and Ji Mo could see Mother Ji busy in the living room again with a sideways glance, the sound of the small TV was almost only on the screen, and Mother Ji was busy between those screens, shuttling back and forth, serving the family .

In the evening, Father Ji came back from get off work, and the family sat together for dinner. What Father Ji asked was also about Ji Mo's studies, and whether he wanted to attend some cram school now.

"The most critical time is coming soon. It's good to be able to improve by one point at this time. Don't be too nervous. Your grades are still fine."

Ji Mo has never been that kind of problem student. Although his grades cannot be firmly ranked first in the whole grade, he is always hovering in the middle and upper reaches. When he is lucky, he will also enter the top ten places, which is praised by the teacher a handful.

Ji's father was not very worried about this. He was never a comparison person, but he had heard too many rebellious stories of other children's children, and he was very worried that Ji Mo would suddenly rebel in adolescence, which was too much for him.

Occasionally speaking at the dinner table, full of incomprehension, their generation has never heard of any puberty, which makes the whole family nervous, not serious.

As soon as Ji's father mentioned this, Ji's mother was very proud. Ji Mo was never such a child. He was always a good boy since he was a child.

Ji Mo didn't show more joy to these rare praises, yes, he is a good boy, a good boy who can only learn.

There are only a few wood carvings on the window sills, and there are not too many. After a long time, they are gradually covered with an old color.

Ji Mo's grades were very stable, a bit higher, but not too much. When it was stable until it finally became a blockbuster, Ji's father couldn't control the smile on his face. Such a high grade really seemed like a dream.

Mother Ji was also very happy, smiling when she saw everyone.

Looking at them, Ji Mo was also happy in his heart, it was rare for him to make them proud.

But it was really just this time. The major he studied later was not a high-tech type, and it was not so easy to find a job after graduation. path of.

"Hey, I didn't choose my major well. Why did I choose such a major?"

When Father Ji mentioned this later, he felt that his family was still inexperienced, and the history major was really not a good major, and it was meaningless.

"It's okay, it's not that you have passed the teacher qualification certificate, you can be a teacher."

Ji's mother is still relatively optimistic, and she doesn't want to hear Ji's father say that her son is not good.

The husband and wife are getting older, and they are beginning to think about a more stable life in their later years. The son is not very good, and he is so good that he can't see people all day long. Compared with other families, he may be two points less beautiful, but for them Said, seems to be better.

It's always better to be by your side.

"be a teacher?"

Facing this option, Ji Mo was in a daze. It wasn't the first time he was a teacher, but this time, it seemed...

"I don't want to be a teacher."

As if mustering up his courage, he took a deep breath, and facing his parents' expectations, Ji Mo expressed his thoughts.

"I don't want to, what do you do if you don't become a teacher? There is no good job."

"If you are asked to take the civil service test, you don't take the test. If you pass the civil service test, then..."

Parents always have more expectations for their children, hoping that they can be better, even if this better path is not what their children expect.

"I just, don't want to be a teacher anymore."

Ji Mo didn't make it clearer and clearer. When a profession is always chosen by you, no matter what the reason is, the profession itself is like a label that sticks to your body and cannot be removed.

Like his former student status, if he can concentrate on his studies, do he have to keep studying?

If you don't want to learn, don't you even have a chance to quit?

"I want to do something that I have never done before. I am still interested in it, and it is in line with this era."

This is the thought in Ji Mo's heart.

Instead of taking out the ancient skills and making yourself a role like a master of intangible inheritance, not taking out the skills of the interstellar era, trying to build mechas with bare hands when materials science does not support it, and becoming the light of the future, A great scientist who conquers the stars and the sea...

It's not like coming here to abuse food with the occult knowledge of the ninth level, to promote a wave of knowledge about traditional metaphysics, to become a hot master of metaphysics, nor to come here with some martial arts cheats to experiment with the possibility of modern martial arts , Revitalize the martial arts...

When many things and many possibilities were put before him, Ji Mo realized that what he wanted to do the most was to do nothing.

Find a small farmyard, plant some flowers, trees and medicinal materials, take care of it casually when you have time every day, and then do what you want to do, play the piano and draw pictures, do whatever you want, if you don’t want to do it If you don’t do it, you can lie on the bed and watch dramas, stay up late to read novels, and experience the thrill of games...

Like many successful people, what Ji Mo wants more is to enjoy life.

He is not insisting on the task, nor running around to make money, he wants to live a comfortable and leisurely life.

The idea is good, but the reality is too difficult. First, he needs to earn enough money to buy a small farmyard.

Buying a house is always a big problem, not to mention that the kind of house Ji Mo wants is not small and costs a lot.

"You child, why are you different from others?"

Mother Ji was a little worried, and didn't know how to face Ji Mo's untimely wish.

Ji's father frowned: "If you can do it yourself, I won't care about you. If you can't do it, you can be a teacher or take the civil service exam."

"I can do it."

Ji Mo is very confident, so many skills have been deepened, is there really no skill that can be sold for money?

Five years later.

Ji Mo was sitting in his small courtyard drinking tea, looking at the flowers in the courtyard in front of the window. The precious flowers and trees he cultivated by himself were in full bloom, and that delicate and charming posture attracted many butterflies.

The light green screen window separates the inside and the outside, so you can enjoy the beautiful scenery without being troubled by mosquitoes. In the hot summer, you can also enjoy the cool breeze brought by the air conditioner, which is really comfortable.

After Ji's father retired, he lived here with Ji's mother, and it feels pretty good.

"Dad, don't use the overnight tea to water the flowers."

Ji Mo watched as Father Ji habitually poured the herbal tea in the cup into the flower pot. Not all flowers are suitable for being watered like this. Father Ji, who has already watered several pots of flowers to death, doesn't know the price of these flowers and doesn't care much. , waved his hand, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Your tea making skills are better than mine. The same tea leaves, the same water, and the temperature are the same, so how come the taste is different?"

Ji's father was puzzled by this. He didn't know where his son had learned so much, and he didn't think these were any great skills.

A cup of tea is drunk as water, and the pot for making tea is too small, so he pours most of it out of a cup.

"You're just lazy, you don't want to move by yourself at all."

Ji's mother said something, complaining about Ji's father's laziness.

While talking, he stroked the carved lacquer fruit box on the table. The exquisite fruit box is like a work of art, with flowers, birds, fish and insects, mountains, rivers, dragons and phoenixes, all of which are placed on the surface of the box and distributed regularly. After a slight sound, the box bloomed like petals, and each petal contained different dried fruits for easy access.

On the side, there is also a pair of small puppets that seem to be for decoration, holding a small tool for peeling dried fruit in their outstretched hands, and looking obediently at the direction of the sofa.

Ji's mother couldn't put it down. When she thought that her son made it, she just felt that she liked it a little more. But she didn't care how her son learned it. Her son is so smart, why can't he learn it?

Maybe I don't have a good job in the eyes of outsiders, maybe I don't make a lot of money, but this kind of life is also very satisfying.

If there is a fly in the ointment, maybe the son is still single.

While eating dried fruit, he talked about this issue, and said angrily: "What kind of person do girls want nowadays? Our family also has a car and a house, so why don't you like it? ? While working..."

As soon as I mentioned this, looking at Ji Mo again, Ji's mother's eyes filled with worry again, "Why don't you know how to be anxious?"

"That's great, our family can be together, safe and happy, that's great."

The fragrance of tea was lingering, Ji Mo picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. When he looked up, tears seemed to flow from the corners of his closed eyes, which disappeared in a flash.

"Child, don't wake up yet!"

With a yell, it was as if the sky was falling apart and the thunder was exploding. Ji Mo opened his eyes. There seemed to be tears in his eyes, but he was already fully awake.

He bent down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Master."

"It's good to be able to wake up. Don't be obsessed with the demons. You must know that the demons are illusions, and the truth is also illusions."

The suzerain's voice was somewhat lenient after being harsh.

"Yes."

Ji Mo responded, and didn't raise his head for a long time. He knew what his inner demon was. Home was the inner demon, and a peaceful and stable life was the inner demon. However, illusions are as real as they are, how can they be easily thrown away?