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

A week has passed since the last time I went to Chinatown to eat dumplings. During this period, Naoya shut himself in the room, guarded at the desk, and devoted himself to carving the 'homework' left by Mr. Mingde.

He thought about it all night, and finally decided to obey his inner thoughts, and carved a little bit—a cockatiel.

Speaking of it, maybe there is some anxiety about gains and losses secretly in his heart, he has never dared to take the initiative to carve a little bit, even though he had this idea early in the morning, but whenever he picked up wood and chisel tools, There will always be some worries and worries unconsciously in my heart, fearing that I will not be able to show a little bit more perfectly.

With such apprehension in mind, it is naturally impossible to carve.

But now, with the guidance of Mr. Mingde, he might be able to do it, Naozai thought, took a deep breath, settled down, and stopped thinking about what is there and what is not, just as if he was completing a job. important homework.

Until the appointed Wednesday came, after Naoya finished carving some of the wooden statues, he didn’t dare to look at them again, feeling a little ashamed inexplicably, he imitated his teacher, wrapped them in a plain white handkerchief, and placed them Put it in the backpack I bought for him, and I'm ready to go.

"Master, be careful on the road." Zhenwang stood in front of the door to see him off, with a bit of concern on his face, "Do you really not need me to take you there?"

"Don't worry, Zhenwang, it's just going to Chinatown. I remember the way." Hearing the words, Zhizai was a little helpless, but he could understand the worries in Zhenwang's heart. After all, his body was indeed young, "Chinatown is still quite far from here." It's too far away, it's too wasteful to go back and forth twice, you just need to pick me up after I finish my studies today, and if it's still early, we can also go to check if there is any suitable for opening an office place."

"Okay," Zhenwang had no choice but to agree, and gestured for the phone receiver by his ear, "Then the young master must remember to call me in advance, or send a short message."

"Well, don't worry, the number has been saved." Naoya took out the phone from his pocket, showed it to Mamoko, and said with a smile.

Although the style of the phone in his hand is a common long button model, the color of the whole body is different from the common black, white and gray colors on the market, but a light orange color, and there is a special print on the back panel of a whole body curled up. A group of cute fox patterns, even on the number keys, there are soft and cute fox paw prints, which makes people feel soft at first glance.

Naturally, such a special mobile phone cannot be easily bought in the market. Rather, it is a mobile phone specially customized by Gojo Satoru for him, unique and exclusive to him alone.

"Just like Zhen Wang, I think the little fox is very suitable for you, so I thought about making one for you."

When presenting the mobile phone to Naoya, Gojo Satoru put his hands on his hips and was very confident, as if he believed that Naoya would like it. Then he took out his own brand-new mobile phone and showed it, "Look, in order to match your new mobile phone, I I also specially sent my mobile phone to be repainted, it is a white tiger, how about it, it suits me well."

What Gojo Satoru is holding in his hand is exactly the same style as Naoya’s push-button phone, except that the patterns on the fuselage have been replaced with those of a white tiger. very.

Right now, there are only three phone numbers stored in Naoya's cell phone, Gojo Satoru, Shir and Mamochi, but under Gojo Satoru's strong request, Naoya had to manually change the location of his name in the address book to The top priority was placed first, and a special ringtone was set. After all this was done, the other party was satisfied.

Speaking of which, when tinkering with these messy settings, Naoya was completely at a loss, and for a long time couldn't figure out what the specific functions of these buttons were. It's because I've been locked up by the Buddhist monastery for a long time, and people are so stupid that I can't even use such a simple and convenient thing.

Hearing it straight, he wanted to smash the brick in his face at that moment—even if it would be blocked by No Lower Limit.

He was used to touch-screen smartphones in his previous life, and now he suddenly returned to the retro style. Of course, he couldn't adapt to it all at once. He couldn't help but stretch out his finger and poke the small screen twice.

After bidding farewell to Zhenwang, Naoya boarded the light rail train alone, and walked unsteadily to China Street and Shanlin Gate.

Because it was still early, there were only two or three people wandering around in China Street, and it seemed a lot colder than when they came last time. It was sprinkled unreservedly on the clean streets, adding a bit of softness to this rare desertedness.

Teacher Mingde's shop has not yet opened, Naoya hesitated, not knowing whether to go up and knock on the door, worried that he would disturb the teacher's good morning dream because he came too early.

Just as he was hesitating, the door of the store was gently pushed open the next moment, but the first thing to appear from the door was the familiar wooden pier full of candied haws.

"Teacher," Naoya subconsciously yelled in Chinese, and immediately stepped forward to help support the wooden pier that was a little crooked, and then said, "I'll help you get it."

"Ah, it's straight, you came so early." Seeing the child outside the door, Lin Mingde was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and responded in the same Chinese that he is more familiar with, "Why don't you knock on the door when you come? , how long has it been, are you tired from standing?"

"No, I just arrived." Naoya took the wooden pier and lifted it up easily, looked left and right, and asked, "Teacher, where do you want to put this?"

Seeing that Naoya could really lift it up, and his face was as usual, it can be seen that this wooden pier is not the slightest weight to him, for a moment Lin Mingde couldn't help being a little surprised at the other party's strength, after hearing his question, he came back to his senses, smiled and pointed Under the eaves in front of the shop window, "Just put it there, and be careful, don't fall yourself."

Naoya let it go as promised, then clapped his hands, and entered the shop together with Lin Mingde, but it was different from the natural one when he came last time, perhaps because of an extra relationship, and there was still a book in his backpack that was about to be 'corrected'. For the homework, he inevitably felt a little restrained, and followed Lin Mingde obediently, almost inseparable.

But Lin Mingde came to the wooden cabinet where he took out the jade cicada last time, buried his head in searching for a while, took out a bunch of keys, took one off from it, then turned around and handed it to Naoya, and said gently, "Come on, this is for you, come here next time, don't just stand outside the door foolishly."

Looking at the key gently placed in the palm of his hand, Naoya was a little stunned. Looking at the kind face of the old man in front of him, he finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Teacher, don't you worry that I will make... Something bad?"

Hearing this, Lin Mingde just smiled slightly, and asked back, "Would you?" Without waiting for Naozai to answer, he rubbed his little hairy head again, "Besides, I don't have anything worthwhile here except for my old man. Who can see it?"

"Zaozai, I don't want to tell you those false words, I just want to say one thing, your sculpting skills are almost the best among all the people of your age I have seen, even surpassing many adults Even when I was your age, I was just serving as an apprentice to my master, picking up leftovers."

After a pause, Lin Mingde continued to smile again, "It's not only you who seek me as a teacher between us, but I also want to accept you as an apprentice. My skills have already deteriorated a lot, and I have no knowledge and experience in my mind. Know who to teach."

"Teacher..." Naoya was stunned for a moment, then suddenly clenched the key in his hand, his lips whispered, and finally said firmly, "I will definitely study hard."

Lin Mingde nodded, patted Naoya on the shoulder, and led him to the studio.

Entering the studio, compared with the last time, there was an extra chair that was slightly smaller, and a soft floral cloth cushion was specially placed. After Lin Mingde asked Naoya to sit on it, he sat down facing him and asked softly. Said, "By the way, did you finish your homework last time?"

Zhizai nodded quickly, took out the wood carving that he had been carving for nearly a week out of his backpack, uncovered the plain cloth, and handed it to Lin Mingde carefully, "Teacher, you let me choose my favorite animal. I carved a black one. Cockatiel."

"Well, let me take a look." After Lin Mingde took the wood carving, he took out a pair of folded glasses from his chest pocket, unfolded them and put them on slowly, squinting his eyes slightly, using plain cloth, moving Gently flipping through Naoya's homework back and forth.

And Naoya finally experienced the "suffering" before execution again after many years, and waited restlessly for the teacher's final evaluation.

"Very good, you have noticed some feather tip details, it can be seen that you really like cockatiels." Finally, after a while, Lin Mingde nodded leisurely, looked at Naoya and asked, "Did you have one at home? "

"...Yes, I used to raise it." After a pause, Naoya still responded, but he was also a little curious, "How did the teacher find out?"

"If you want to say it, it's just a feeling, it's nothing." Lin Mingde smiled and waved his hands, "Last time I saw the cicada you carved, although it was fine, it lacked a bit of the aura of the cicada. I think it's because you rarely see cicadas and insects, but today this parrot is different, I can see in its eyes the freshness and agility that a parrot should have, which is very good."

"Actually, the so-called aura is not something mysterious. It focuses on the expression of the eyes." Lin Mingde put the wood carving on the table lightly, pointed to his own eyes, and said slowly, "I don't know if you have heard of Huaguo's eyes." The story of the finishing touch is almost the same as this."

"I know this story," Naoya nodded, hesitantly said, "So teacher, is it because I don't deal with my eyes enough?"

"Yes and no."

Lin Mingde shook his head, his eyes were bright, like a guide, and he narrated to Zhizai, "Carving living things is different from carving patterns, it's not enough just to carve out the main features of the carved thing, you have to understand Its living habits only have a lively posture and smart eyes, so that what you carve in your hands is not a dead thing with a vain appearance, but has a life of its own."

"My own life..." Naoya murmured and repeated the teacher's words, and couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart. He looked at the wood carving on the table and seemed to understand a little bit, what was the thing he lacked all the time? what.

And on the floor that neither of them noticed, the warm sunlight pierced through the old windows, reflecting the shadows of the two behind them. It was just Naoya's shadow, but at the moment his thoughts flickered, it seemed to respond. Slightly surging...