The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

As time went by bit by bit, the steaming food on the side gradually cooled down, and even the surface became dry due to the oven baking, making people lose their appetite at a glance.

However, Naoya, who was supposed to enjoy them, is still holding pine wood and charcoal pencils and working hard at this moment, with a focused look on his face, as if all the troubles in the world have nothing to do with him, and the only thing worthy of his attention is the pine wood that is constantly rubbed black in front of him.

In short, Naoya hit the bar.

It's hard to accept that the eagle I drew with confidence is only at the kindergarten level, which hits Naoya, who was originally confident.However, he didn't get easily discouraged because of this. Rather, this blow aroused the unconvinced tendon in his temperament, and he couldn't even take care of the hunger that pressed his chest to his back for a while.

"Well......"

Naoya almost brought the pine wood into his eyes, as if this would make the lines in his pen more smooth and neat, but the dream is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Even though he was so serious and focused on depicting the heroic posture of the eagle on the wood, what Naoya drew can only be said to have changed from a fat chicken with a shape that is difficult to distinguish and a distorted body to a slightly more visible one. ...fat chicken.

The pine wood, which was originally ivory white, has been covered with a layer of black gray due to the continuous smearing of charcoal pencils and the back and forth wiping of the eraser, which is mottled and ugly like rust.

Naoya: "..."

Looking at the result that he spent a lot of time and finally got, Naoya was silent again.It was the first time he knew that he had no talent for painting...

Uh, maybe it might be possible, it will look better when it is carved, Naoya thought a little embarrassingly, but fortunately Zhenwang bought a lot of wood for him, otherwise it might not be enough for him to toss about.

Although Naoya really wanted to go all out and dig out the general shape of the eagle from the square pine block with the outline he had finally drawn, but his body was seriously protesting.

The soreness and numbness from the limbs swept through the brain instantly after he relaxed his mind. This is the accumulated fatigue after a day of training, but he was too focused on the matter of painting on wood just now, so he ignored it for a while Depressed, when the powerlessness that caused the soreness under the eyes returns, it even vaguely has a double effect.

And Naoya's stomach finally couldn't bear the torture of hunger, and began to feel a slight tingling pain, obviously too hungry, not to mention that he is still at an age that urgently needs nutrition and energy to grow up at this stage.

The gain outweighs the gain, Naoya clutched his stomach a little uncomfortable, complained to himself, but had no choice but to put down the pine wood and charcoal pencil in his hand, and didn't bother to move for a while to wash his hands, ready to just pick up the rice bowl and start eating.

At this moment, the shoji door was suddenly pulled open.

"Master Zhizai, you are still going on..." It turned out that it was late at night, but the lights in Master Zhizai's room did not go out as usual, so I was a little worried, so I came to have a look.

"Uh..." In the silence, for some reason, Naoya felt more and more guilty under Mamoko's gaze, especially when he saw his hands dirty with charcoal pencils, trying to stain the cold meal .

Finally, Zhenwang sighed helplessly, walked into the room, picked up the cold meal, "Master, let me reheat your dinner, please wait a moment." You especially emphasized the word dinner.

Naoya paused, and quietly squinted at the clock, ah...it was almost ten o'clock, a little later than he imagined, so it took so much time to simply draw a piece of wood, Naoya was a little embarrassing Thinking about it, especially looking at Zhenwang with a rare and calm face, made me feel even more guilty.

Especially since he boasted a lot before, asking the other party to believe in him, but it didn't take long for him to do such a thing, which made him even more ashamed for a while...Looking at his hands full of charcoal powder, Naoya He even began to wonder whether his mental age was affected by his physical age.

Before Naoya could think about the result, Mamochi turned back, still holding a hot towel in his hand.

Zhenwang walked up to Naoya, knelt down to look at him, gently held Naoya's hand, and without waiting for his reaction, carefully wiped the toner dirt on his hands with a hot towel, slowly and forcefully, but did not let Naoya feel sick.

Zhenwang wiped very carefully, not letting go of every crevice of the hand lines, and carefully wiped it several times until it was completely clean.

During this period, Naoya remained silent until Mamochi changed the towel and was about to wipe his other hand, then he said, "...I'll do it myself."

Zhenwang paused, then nodded, and handed the towel to Naoya.

"Sorry, I couldn't control it for a while..." Naoya lowered his head and wiped his hands, and said softly, but his movements were not really careful, and he missed a lot of places.

Naoya didn't understand why he felt guilty.

He took a peek at Zhenwang, thinking that Zhenwang's current aura reminded him of his mother in his previous life.

The mother in the previous life was a teacher, probably because of her profession, although she was very gentle with him at ordinary times, she was also very serious when he made mistakes, not to scold him, but to teach him earnestly and meticulously.Like a bright light, Naoya illuminated the originally chaotic and dark road ahead, and taught him many principles that ordinary people should understand.

And the true hope in front of him made him seem to see his gentle but resolute mother in his previous life in a blink of an eye.

Of course, true hope is only true hope.

For example, Zhen Wang in front of him would be shaken because of his apology, while his mother in the previous life would touch his cheek with a smile and accuse him of being naughty.

In the end, Zhenwang sighed first and was defeated, "Master, please pay attention to the time, you are still young, and bad habits are really not good for your body."

"Yeah, I got it." Naoya smiled and subdued, "That's why I need to trouble Zhenwang to take care of me."

Faced with Naoya's coquettish tone, Zhenwang couldn't help but blush, but she hid it well, took the dirty towel and got up and said, "...the food should be hot, I'll bring it to you .” Then he left.

Naoya laughed, and when he turned his head to look at his indescribable masterpiece, he couldn't help but grimaced again.

How about he just send a piece of wood to Shier?Naoya thought with a bit of a headache that although everything was difficult at the beginning, it was really unexpected that he would make things difficult for him in the first place.

Of course, Naoya can't do it yet, just send a piece of wood or something, just thinking about it.

From this day on, Naoya trained his physical fitness during the day, and after he came back at night, he spent time and laboriously advancing the task of wood carving. He used a carving knife to carve out the general shape, then polished it with sandpaper, and then added details with a smaller knife head.

Although the steps do not seem to be many, the actual operation is extremely troublesome. Not to mention that Naoya has never been in contact with such a delicate work, even if he has experience with knives, it is a bloody killing move. Carving such a detailed matter has nothing to do with it.

Another point is that Naoya's recent increase in physical training has also caused a lot of obstacles to his woodcarving work.

Because of his growing strength but lack of control, he always accidentally used too much force, splitting the wood in half like chopping firewood, and really hoped that the pine logs that had been prepared for him were not enough.No way, he can only be more careful, save every piece of pine wood, and treat it as the last piece of wood.

It can be said that concentrating on delicate work such as wood carving has inadvertently helped Naoya to grasp his own power faster and more accurately.

Fortunately, pine wood is not very rare, and Naoya's craftsmanship is not without improvement. After about four or five days, Naoya finally carved out the first complete wooden eagle ornament.

The moment he held the palm-sized wooden eagle, an indescribable sense of accomplishment surged into Naozai's heart like a rush of heat, making him feel warm and comfortable, and even washed his eye sockets slightly. Sour.

It's not easy, Naoya couldn't help but sigh while looking at the wood carving.

Although the shape of this wood carving is a bit awkward, and there is still a long way from the image Naoya envisioned in his mind, Naoya is already very satisfied as the first wooden eagle that has been successfully carved without missing arms or legs.

In order to be able to carve this wooden eagle well, his hands suffered a lot of flesh and blood. The fingertips and palms where he rubbed the carving knife were covered with large and small wounds. Fortunately, these wounds were very shallow and scabbed quickly, so Naoya also Didn't pay much attention.

"Zhen Wang, take a look! What do you think?"

In the end, Naoya couldn't resist showing the finished product to Mamochi, and his eyes were shining, looking forward to the other party's evaluation.

And Zhenwang looked at her young master's eyes that seemed to be full of little stars, and then at the slightly abstract wooden eagle in his hand, she was speechless for a while. She naturally didn't think there was anything wrong with her young master's craftsmanship, but just felt that , so different from the young master of the past... well, a little cute.

"I think it's very good." Zhenwang held back a smile and said sincerely, "Master, who are you planning to give it to? Do you want me to pack it for you?"

"Hmm...I still want to practice again," Naoya was a little unconfident after getting the approval, muttered in a low voice, and then replied, "It's a birthday gift for Shier, so it doesn't need to be so troublesome to wrap it , I’ll just give it to him when the time comes.”

Zhen Wang heard the words and nodded, "Well, I see."

On the contrary, Naoya, after realizing it, put down the wooden carving in his hand and looked at Zhenwang, and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, I don't know when Zhenwang's birthday is yet."

"Ah, I..." Zhenwang was stunned for a moment, and various distorted pictures related to it flashed in his mind for a while.

Among them, there are invisible figures pointing and pointing, disdainful and contemptuous words, the mother's indifferent and numb expression, and the dark room... These broken afterimages are like maggots attached to the bones, entangled with her, and follow her like a shadow .

For Zhen Wang, the day of his birth was never a day worth celebrating.

But... Zhen Wang looked at the straight smile in front of him, and for some reason, the words that he wanted to swallow at first came out of his mouth, "...March [-]th."

"March [-]th... that will be next year, okay, I will remember." Naoya nodded, "I will carve one for you next time, what do you think?"

Zhenwang was stunned, speechless for a long time.

This silence misunderstood Naoya, and he couldn't help but hesitate, "Don't you like it, then I..."

Before Naoya could finish speaking, Zhenwang quickly interrupted, "No, I like it very much!"

Afraid that Naoya might not believe it, Zhenwang repeated word for word very seriously, "I really, really like it." At the end, he just added softly, "Thank you, master." With a faint smile , wiped away the haze from his eyes.