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

Naoya has been a little busy lately.

It's not because of the relationship between the firm, nor is it that learning to sculpt and take over the translation business takes up too much of his time, but that the birthdays of certain or two people are approaching.

He was talking about Gojo Wujo and Shier.

The birthdays of the two people are one after the other, occupying the beginning and the end of December respectively. Fortunately, except for the solemnity of the first birthday gift, which made him feel a little nervous, every day after that The first time he gave a gift, Shi Er's bland expression would make him feel that giving him a little extra money to play pachinko on his birthday would make him happier than simply giving a gift.

But fortunately, every time Shier would put away the things, so Naoya was sometimes not sure whether the other party liked or disliked the gift he gave him.

Anyway, Naoya thought he liked it.

But Wujo Wu is different. Ten years old not only means an important milestone in a person's growth, but also the day when Wujo Wu officially becomes the head of Wujo Patriarch. Send something to send the other party.

It's not that the gifts given to Gojo Satoru in the past were not very thoughtful, after all, they were carved by him bit by bit, and even if they were not worth much, he put his heart into them, but, Since the two became friends, he has given carving ornaments for several years in a row. Wouldn't it be too boring to give similar things this year?

He pressed the nose between his brows and eyes in distress. For this year's gift, he searched through a lot of books these days, but he couldn't think of anything else to give to the other party as a birthday gift. He sighed and simply lay down He fell down on the desk, closed his eyes and meditated, to relieve his slightly swollen brain from thinking.

Around his head and arms, there are all kinds of books scattered around, as well as carving drills and carving knives. They are all scattered, making the desk that should be neat and tidy crowded, and he is lying peacefully. In the middle, don't care.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door.

"Come in." Naoya said without raising his head, because his head was lying on the desk, his voice was muffled and there was a faint echo, "The door is not locked."

"Master, your hot milk." Zhenwang slowly pushed open the door with a tray. On the tray was a cup of milk that was still smoking white smoke. I bought a small cube of sugar, and thoughtfully prepared the special tweezers for picking, "It's almost time, you should rest after drinking the milk."

"Okay, anyway, I can't think of it..." Naoya muttered like venting, then raised his head again, rubbed his eyes and cheeks like scrubbing, looked at Mamoko, "put the milk Give it to me, by the way, did Hiroki rest?"

Because the office is far away from Naoya’s apartment in Setagaya Ward, he usually chooses to spend the night directly in the office during weekdays. There are also special rooms here, and sometimes Hiroki will try to save trouble. , finished working too late in the research room, yawned, turned the corner, entered the lounge, and fell asleep.

It's just that the office is still a place to work. Even if there is a dormitory, the conditions are definitely not as good as a special apartment.

"Okay, master, be careful." Zhen Wang passed the tray over and smiled, "As for Hong Shu, he is still in the laboratory. I asked just now, and he said, master, when will you rest?" , he will go to rest."

"That's what he said? Use me as an excuse, right?" Naoya was a little amused, while chatting with Mamoko, he picked up the tweezers and wanted to put some sugar cubes in the cup, but waited until the sugar cubes were filled. After the small brown saucer was empty, he finally realized that he accidentally added too much sugar to his milk according to Gojo Wu's habit.

"Hiss—it's over, too much sugar has been added."

Naoya looked at the tweezers in his hand, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. He was really dizzy in the middle of the night, and would be distracted even by such trivial matters. It was so sweet and greasy that he felt bored just after taking a sip. He stuck out his tongue, frowned and said, "It's too sweet, I usually understand how he can drink it down."

"Master, if you're not used to it, I'll change it for you." Zhen Wang smiled, "Master Gojo Wu's sweetness is indeed a bit exaggerated, but I think it must have something to do with his technique."

"He did tell me earlier that his six eyes have a great demand for energy, so he needs to replenish a lot of high-calorie food regularly, which is why he is so addicted to sugar, woo--" Naoya held back Tianlan poured himself another big gulp of sweet milk, and as the milk gulped down, the gully between his brows became more and more obvious, until a few seconds later, the whole glass of milk completely disappeared.

"It's okay, it's just this time, don't waste it."

After drinking, Naoya wiped the milk stains from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, probably because he drank too fast and rushed, and too much air was mixed in, but after a while, he couldn't help but burp a little, However, a familiar and strong sweet smell also fell along with the hiccup, and rushed into his nostrils instantly, which made him look bitter for a while, "I'd better rinse my mouth first."

After finishing speaking, he put down his cup and rushed out of the room, looking a bit embarrassed even with his back.

Seeing this, Zhenwang couldn't help laughing, she was born in a family, but her young master always tends to be frugal in such a small place, she shook her head, and was about to pack up the tray and cups, but inadvertently, she caught a glimpse of the cup on the desk. I was turned over and over again to draw a random draft, on which there were several rows of words densely listed, but all of them were crossed out, and I drew a few sketches of various objects, probably the objects that the young master wanted to carve , but most of them are very scribbled, not very careful.

A lot of things like this have been recorded in the notebook, and thinking of the young master who seems to be worrying about something recently, and the upcoming December, a gleam of clarity flashed in Zhenwang's eyes.

"Huh, it's finally better, don't put so much sugar next time..." Naoya muttered to himself and returned to the room, seeing that Zhenwang was still there, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback, "Zhenwang? Do you have anything else to say?"

"I accidentally saw the young master's desk just now," Zhenwang said with a smile, "so I want to ask, young master...are you worrying about the birthday gift for Young Master Wujo Wu?"

"Did you see it?" Naoya scratched his cheeks and smiled helplessly, "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you. I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I still haven't thought of something suitable. How about you help me think about it?"

"Well, Master Gojo Wu likes sweets, or the master will give him more desserts?" Zhenwang thought for a while, and suggested, "Actually, I think that no matter what you give, Master Wujou, he should like it very much."

"Let's forget about eating. As far as his appetite is concerned, it will be solved before his birthday is over, and I don't want him to have tooth decay again." Naoya smiled and waved his hand, "It's because I know he I will not refuse anything, so I want to give him something well, after all, it is my tenth birthday, so it should be different."

"Why don't you give Master Wujou a pair of pendants, what do you think?" Zhenwang proposed again, "If I remember correctly, most of the gifts you gave to Master Wujou in the past were ornaments. Decoration, did not send anything that can be worn next to the body."

"Cough, it's not because I couldn't carve too small objects in the past," Naoya clenched his fists to cover his mouth, his eyes drifted, and his face was slightly flushed, "I can't control my strength well, and it's always easy to carve, so I gave it to you this year. I really hope your wooden cicada bracelet is a little bit better."

"Thank you, master, I like it very much." Zhenwang smiled, "What do you think of the idea of ​​the pendant?"

"...It feels like it should be fine," Naoya thought for a moment, but the distress on his face did not subside much, he folded his arms and tilted his head, "But the problem came back again, this time What's so good, pendants are not suitable for wood and other materials, it should be better to use jade, but right now I don't have any suitable ones, should I ask the teacher to buy one... ..”

Seeing her young master getting annoyed again, Zhenwang looked at the pages of books scattered on the desk, which were printed with some obscure Chinese characters in her opinion, her lips moved, and after a while, she whispered, "Master, you Were you reading Huaguo's books before?"

"Huh? Oh, you said the book on the table," Naoya followed Mamoko's gaze, picked up the book and flipped through it twice, "The teacher lent it to me, and said that it was the traditional pattern on it. Learn it, if you want to make handicrafts, you can try it yourself, but it’s hard to see.”

"Is there any pattern of the Chinese zodiac on it?" Zhenwang asked, eyebrows bent, "If the young master really can't think of what to engrave, or engrave the zodiac sign, I believe it should be very good."

"Eh?" Naoya was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, he lowered his head and quickly flipped through the pages in his hands, "Yeah, why didn't I think that you can also engrave a zodiac pendant and give it to Wu, wait for me to look for it, Wu is a year older than me Years old, the corresponding zodiac should be... the snake."

Probably after having an idea, the inspiration exploded. Naoya looked at the snake-shaped pattern on the page and traced it carefully with his hands. Then he quickly took the pen and paper on the table, held his breath, and flicked the pen tip on the paper. The outline is outlined like running water, even if it is occasionally wiped, it can be quickly connected. After a while, a ouroboros connected end to end, with simple traditional Chinese patterns on its body, and a ring-shaped overall appearance, is vividly presented on the paper. .

"Okay!" Naoya looked at the work under his pen with great satisfaction, and finally a relaxed smile appeared on his face, "It's finally done, and when I have class next week, I'll ask the teacher if he can help me look at it." , buy some jade materials by the way."

Immediately afterwards, he showed the painting to Zhenwang, and said with a smile, "Zhenwang, what do you think, isn't it good?"

But when Zhenwang saw the work on the paper, he was slightly taken aback, blinked, and asked tentatively in a low voice, "Master...do you want to carve a ring for Master Wujou?"

"Ah?" Naoya was stunned by this unexpected answer, looked at Mamochi in a daze, then looked at the drawing paper in his hand, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, "How could it be a ring? It’s feeding the snake, which means infinity, and I think it’s quite suitable for enlightenment.”

"How could I give Wu a ring as a birthday present?" Naoya said with a smile on his face.