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

With the careful teaching of Master Mingde, Naoya quickly mastered the essentials of stone carving, and became familiar with the functions of each small drill bit of the grinding machine and when to use it.

However, this required him to start carving with black jade. After all, he was still a little guilty. After all, the value of black jade lies not only in the preciousness of its material, but also because of the heavy heart of Master Mingde. He still wants to wait until the grinding machine is used. When the technique is more proficient, carefully replace it with ink jade carving.

Lin Mingde knew what he was thinking, smiled and didn't say much to persuade him. He just patted him on the shoulder and handed him a complete set of polishing tools.

"Afterwards, I will buy a set of sanders that are smaller and more suitable for the size of your palm, and I will lend you this set first." Lin Mingde said with a smile, "Although you can't forget to practice hard after you go back, Also pay attention to the combination of work and rest, don't delay your body, you are in a critical developmental period now."

"Okay, I know Master, you don't have to worry." Naoya held the blue plastic toolbox in his arms, looked at the old man's admonishing face, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and he felt warm in his heart. This is different and true Hope to give him care, more from the "nagging" care from the elders.

If his father in the previous life was old, it would probably be like this, Naoya couldn't help thinking in his heart.

In the days that followed, Naoya started a life that was almost closed. He spent almost a whole week shutting himself in the studio of the office, honing his stone carving skills and proficiency wholeheartedly, except three meals a day. In addition, from morning to night, he rarely left the door of the studio for half a step.

If it weren't for Zhen Wangshou who insisted that he go to bed early on time, he would have stayed up until midnight. Lin Mingde told him not to forget to combine work and rest. After he went back, he would naturally forget about it completely. .

"Well, it feels like Naoya is now concentrating on the stone carvings," Hiroki couldn't help feeling a little emotional when he saw this, "I don't accept the translation orders I was working on before, so many people have sent messages to think about it during this period of time. If you want to ask me, Naoya is willing to accept similar orders in the future.”

Obviously when he was busy in the research room some time ago, Naoya reminded him many times not to forget to rest, and even took him to go shopping, saying that he wanted to breathe the fresh air outside, but when it was his turn, he immediately put himself I forget what I said, and often I don’t know the length of time when I get busy, and I have to rely on Zhenwang to remind me on time, so that I can get away from the engrossing engraving of sculpture.

"Master, he has always been like this. When he is determined to do something seriously, he always tends to ignore everything in the outside world." Zhenwang shook his head, feeling a little helpless, "By the way, you said that those people are looking for Master... .Is it because of something?"

"Ah, that's right, because Zhizai can translate quickly and well, and probably because he is very familiar with the culture of Huaguo, he can also translate some obscure and uncommon terms in Huaguo. It fits perfectly!"

Hiroki boasted with a look of admiration, and sincerely admired Naoya, "So even though Naoya only occasionally took orders, he spread the word in the circle, and his reputation spread like this, so now there are many Everyone wants to find him as an interpreter, and there are many invitations for translation of business contracts.”

"So..." Zhen Wang thought about it after hearing this, and then smiled, "Master, he is indeed very powerful."

And Naoya, who carves stone materials in the center of the studio, naturally doesn't know how the two of them praised him outside. At this moment, all he has in his eyes is the stone that is constantly changing with the grinding machine, and it will be like this until next Wednesday. , He came to China Street with a sample of ouroboros carved with ordinary stone, and showed it to Mr. Mingde for observation, and after getting approval, he started to really start carving with black jade.

However, the material of jade is still somewhat different from that of ordinary stone. Besides, Naoya does not dare to be as unscrupulous as when carving ordinary stone. After polishing, he still seemed a little cautious, with the word cautious everywhere in his demeanor.

These small changes in him were naturally noticed by Lin Mingde who was on the side. He sighed, and after thinking for a while, he patted Naoya on the shoulder lightly, motioning him to stop, looking at his confused eyes, and said in a warm voice , "Naoya, are you nervous?"

"...I'm a little worried." Hearing this, Naoya pursed his lips and remained silent for a long while before slowly saying, with a faint flush on his face, "I'm worried that I will disappoint the teacher's wishes. Give it to me, if I don't make it right..."

"Zhizai, you are wrong," but before Zhizai could finish speaking, Lin Mingde interrupted him softly with a smile, "For me, the important thing is not those black jades, but you."

"Before you came, that black jade was a thought I couldn't give up. I couldn't get rid of it, but I couldn't do anything with it." Lin Mingde's eyes were empty, and he looked away. Where, Xu Xu said some sad words, but after a while, a smile appeared on his face again, and he looked at Naoya, "But when you come, everything will be different, I look forward to It can undergo different changes in your hands."

"So let's do it, don't be afraid or worry," Lin Mingde patted Naozai's cheek lovingly, as if teasing his little grandson, and joked, "Besides, it's not just this piece of black jade, Didn't you see that there were several pieces broken in that box, and I prepared them for you."

"Master..."

Naoya just felt mixed feelings in his chest for a while, he didn't know how to express his mood at the moment, looking at the old man in front of him, he suddenly felt that even though he was so unlucky at the beginning of his life and returned to the Buddhist monastery, at least he would He didn't block all the doors and windows, but still saved him some good luck. Not only did he successfully leave the Buddhist monastery, but he also met a master who was so kind to him.

With Lin Mingde's encouragement, Zhizai obviously let go a lot when he started again, and he no longer hesitated as before, and the originally irregular black jade fragments were gradually cut out in his hands A roughly circle-like outline was formed.

Lin Mingde, who was standing by the side all the time, nodded in satisfaction, and with a smile on his face, he lowered his head and took a sip of the brewed tea in the thermos.

This is Naoya who heard that he likes to drink tea, so he bought Shizuoka tea from Shizuoka prefecture. Although he doesn’t know much about Japanese tea, the tea leaves smell very fragrant after brewing, very strong, and the taste is very good Lubricated, it is indeed a good tea.

And through the gap opened by the thermos cup lid, the faint tea fragrance diffuses in the studio, lingering between the two, making people feel like they are in a sea of ​​tea, all worries and worries can be temporarily put aside, just concentrate on Enjoy the rare comfort right now.

This is a moment of relaxation exclusively for their master and apprentice.

As the days passed day by day, Mo Yu was also gradually taking shape under Naoya's meticulous carving, until the week before Gojo Satoru's birthday, after going through the last sandpaper polishing with different meshes, the machines on the edge could not take care of it. After all the fine edges and corners of the pendant are lubricated, they are then finely polished with a wool wheel. So far, Naoya's Ouroboros Pendant has been practiced with ordinary stones for nearly a month, and it is finally finished.

As for the rope to tie the pendant, Naoya chose a delicately woven, but also very strong red rope, carefully tied the pendant, then tidied it up and placed it on a small white cardboard covered with cushions. In the box, close the lid - he originally wanted to send it directly like this.

But looking back and forth at the rather plain cardboard box in his hand, Naoya struggled for a while, and found a blue ribbon, tied a bow on the box, and then wrote on the corner of the box cover, Just a simple 'Happy Birthday'.

In the end, I sent a text message with my mobile phone, asking Wujo Wu when I was free, and came over to get a gift by myself.

Originally, according to the situation in previous years, Naozai could have waited until Gojo Satoru came to pick up the gift by himself, and there was no need to send a text message to remind him, but this year was different, the other party was about to officially succeed the Gojo family as the head of the family, and the complexity and time required were all different. It is not comparable to ordinary birthday greetings in previous years.

Gojo Satoru is even different from previous years. While crying about how he was annoyed by the old man at home recently, he was about to explode, but he still kept asking and urging him when he could get his gift. No way, Naozai could only say "it will be done soon" 'Using it as an excuse, temporarily evading the other party's urgency.

Now, I can finally send things out, and save Gojo Goku to send text messages to 'harass' him every day, Naoya thought to himself, I don't know if that guy typed so fast or what happened, and he was yelling that he was being accepted by the Patriarch's succession ceremony. The rehearsals are so crowded that there is no time, but the text messages can still be sent non-stop every day, and often several consecutive messages are sent at almost the same time.

Pressing the send button, a concise and clear short message came out from Naoya's cell phone, but Gojo Satoru, who used to 'reply in seconds', did not reply as soon as he received the text message this time.

"What's going on..." A few minutes passed in the blink of an eye, but the other side was still quiet, Naoya couldn't help frowning, and muttered to himself, "Did you get delayed by something?"

As a result, just as he finished speaking, he was clearly in the room, and the doors and windows were closed, but a light air flow suddenly rushed towards him, and before he could react, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him , I saw that the visitor was wearing a very formal monofu hakama, with five family crests printed on the left and right sides of the chest, only the white and furry head remained unassuming.

"Naoya!" As soon as we met, Gojo Satoru hugged Naoya tightly, as if he was going to rub Naoya into his arms, and whispered in his ear with a very familiar coquettish tone, "I miss you so much !"

"Isn't it texting every day? It's like it's been a long time since we haven't contacted each other." Even though he said that, Naoya still hugged Gojo Satoru, and somewhere in his heart was faintly happy for this long-lost hug. "Why did you come here suddenly? Didn't you say you were very busy?"

"It's really busy, I'm almost bored to death," Gojo Satoru seemed to have endless bitterness at the mention of this, and his whole body almost lost all energy, lazily paralyzed on Naoya's body, his cheeks twitching Rubbing against each other, "But I haven't seen you for a long time. It's rare that you took the initiative to send me a message saying that you want me to come over to get a birthday gift when I have time. Of course, I have to make time immediately."

"No wonder you're wearing this outfit, since you usually only like to wear loose clothes like sweaters," Naoya patted Gojo Satoru on the back with some amusement, as a little reassurance, "So you're going back later? "

"Well, after I get rid of those old men, I'll come back to accompany you after the year." Gojo Satoru hugged Naoya even tighter, his tone was full of reluctance, and there was also a bit of guilt and dissatisfaction, "I really don't want to do it. This Patriarch is in trouble."

Although he knew that it would be impossible for Gojo Satoru to get away from such an important day like the New Year, but the moment he actually heard it, Naoya paused for a moment, inevitably felt a sense of loss in his heart, and fell silent for a while Finally, he slowly opened his mouth to comfort and said, "Okay, don't be self-willed, it's the same when you come to play again after the New Year. I won't run around here. When you become an adult, they will definitely not be able to control you."

"It will take a long time to become an adult..." Gojo Satoru sighed, and was finally willing to get up from Naoya, "It's almost time for me to go, give me my gift."

"Here, take it, remember to open it on your birthday." Naoya instructed, handing over the gift box wrapped in a paper bag, looking at Gojo Satoru's expectant eyes, and finally bent his eyebrows and smiled slightly He said softly, "Happy tenth birthday, Wu."