Raising You This Small Stuff

After half an hour, Yuan Suo sat on the stone bench and watched in amazement as Abel carved a lively pony out of a small piece of camphor wood.

Yuan Suo swallowed, "Okay... so awesome." Then I looked at the kitchen knife in my schoolbag, and looked at the professional tools that Abel had placed before, such as wood, utility knives, horizontal knives, and some wishes. Tools that Suo didn't recognize... swallowed.

"Dudu, drink some milk tea." When Annie saw that a small cup of milk tea had reached the bottom, she took the initiative to pour it, and then urged her to taste it.

But... this is already the sixth cup in half an hour. Yuansuo doesn't know how to refuse, so she can only drink it obediently, and then repeatedly emphasizes that the milk tea is really delicious, in exchange for a satisfied smile from Annie.

Abel saw the doubt in Yuansuo's eyes, and he didn't mean to explain.

Yuan Suo has been conquered by the unique skills carved by Abel. Looking at the lively little wooden horse, he sincerely admires: "...Grandpa, you are so amazing."

Abel put the little wooden horse in Wansuo's hand, then stood up. Yuan Suo saw Abel get up and quickly followed, only to find out that the Q version of Abel only reached the hip of Yuan Suo, but his momentum was not weak at all.

Abel took a few steps, willing Soo to follow.

"Little thing, do you want to find wood to make a picture frame in this forest? Or use your kitchen knife?"

I wish Suoben didn’t think anything. He didn’t make any money. He couldn’t buy the photo frame he liked. So he wanted to make one himself. I checked the tutorial on the Internet. I also tried to draw a plan and a three-dimensional picture. I felt that there was only a piece of wood. . But I just saw Yan Bo’s carving skills, tools, and a dazzling array of wood materials, and he said in embarrassment: "I will try to find it, and it will not damage the trees."

Abel said again: "This forest does not have suitable wood for your photo frame."

Willing to be disappointed, "What about that."

"This frame is important to you?"

"Yeah!" The things given to Mo Yicheng are naturally very important. "It's a birthday gift for a...very important person."

Aberdine glanced at the wish and said: "If you promise me one thing, I can provide the materials for the frame and guide you in making it."

"Really...really?" Yuan Suo immediately said excitedly.

"Yes."

"What is that?" After the excitement, Yuan Suo realized that there are still conditions, fearing that she might not be able to do it.

Abel glanced at Annie, who was still concentrating on reading, his eyes soft and nostalgic.

Finally, with the help of Grandpa Abel, Yuan Suo chose the wood for the photo frame and prepared the basic frame on the drawing paper.

"Does Dudu just want to send a photo frame?" Annie asked.

Yuan Suo shook his head, "I also put pictures...I drew it myself."

Abel asked, "What about the size?"

Yuan Suo quickly opened his schoolbag, took out a properly kept notebook from it, opened it, and took out a seven-inch photo-sized sketch portrait, painted like a gentle face of Mo Yi who helped Yuan Suo prepare food Cheng.

Abel was taken aback when he saw the photo, "This is?"

"Ah, that's... just to give to this person." Suddenly, Yuan Suo found that he seemed to have exposed his identity as Mo Yicheng, but Abel and Annie are both very good looking, it shouldn't matter, and neither does he Mention the identity of Mo Yicheng player.

Abel frowned, seeming to be caught in the memory, "It's somewhat similar, but it's only similar."

Yuan Suo was said to be confused, and asked: "Grandpa means the person in the painting, similar to someone you know?" Could it be because Grandpa had seen Mo Yicheng's movie?

Abel nodded, "Well, it's very similar to the elf before..."

"Elves?" Yuan Suo was surprised.

"Yes, but he left the game at full level a few years ago, and his eyebrows are quite similar to the person in your painting, and his personality is very compatible with my old man." Abel said with some regrets.

Yuan Suo was touched by the fact that the elf left at full level mentioned by Abel, and asked: "Grandpa, after the elf left and returned to his world, he would never see the player again, right?"

Abel nodded, "Yes."

May Suo pursed his lips, looked depressed, and muttered, "But I will remember each other forever."

Abel sighed, "If the elves and the player are from different spaces, the system will retain each other’s memories. But if the elves and the player are in the same space, the system will clear each other’s memories after the elves leave the game at full level. ."

Dudu was frightened by the "clearing" memory, but fortunately, he could comfort him and Mo Yicheng were not in the same space.

"How does Grandpa know so much?" Yuan Suo thought he had missed the introduction of the system.

Abel said: "Little devil, you will know when you reach a certain level."

"Oh!" Yi Suo answered, but he doubted in his heart that Grandpa is still the Q version, and the level should not be high.

Mo Yicheng clicked into the game in double digits during the afternoon.

After experiencing the last time, Mo Yicheng was even more worried about Yuan Suo's safety, but at the same time he decided to give him a certain amount of freedom and absolute respect. Although the elf lives in the game and is under the control of the player according to the rules, the little thing is also an independent individual, with its own thoughts and ideas, and there should be room.

It's just...the heart can't let go.

Seeing the actor who took out his mobile phone after a short break, Chen Jiao shook his head reluctantly.

"Mo Yicheng, I'm back!" Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, Yuan Suo returned to the apartment with his schoolbag, as if he was holding a baby, cautiously.

In normal times, Mo Yicheng would probably ask what was hidden in the bag for the first time, but now Mo Yicheng decided not to expose the "secret" of the little things.

"How are you playing?" Mo Yicheng asked.

Yuan Suo put his schoolbag away, nodded to Mo Yicheng, his eyes were bright, "Well, I met Abel and Annie again, I am very happy." And also got the wood made, Abel promised to help tomorrow Together, he finally finished the frame!

"Then go wash your hands and eat."

"Yeah!" The sawdust in his hands is to be washed well, and I want to turn around and go to the bathroom.

During the meal, I would like to Suo while gnawing on the chicken legs, thinking about the park this afternoon in his heart. In the past, Mo Yicheng always asked himself in detail what happened at school and outside, and I was willing to share it. But today, after going out for so long, Mo Yicheng didn't ask anything.

Yuan Suo actually wants to share with Mo Yicheng another little harvest today.

"Mo Yicheng." Yi Suo swallowed the chicken legs.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yicheng asked warmly.

Yuan Suo picked up the handkerchief and wiped the oil on her hands, and then began to talk about this afternoon's experience vividly, but she concealed the fact that she was carrying a kitchen knife to make a photo frame.

"Later, grandpa taught me how to sculpt things!" There was a little pride on Yuan Suo's face.

Mo Yicheng couldn't help being jealous. It seemed that the birthday gift he wanted to give him was related to this carving?

"How did Dudu learn?" Mo Yicheng asked without insight into the truth.

Yi Suo nodded, "Grandpa's pony is too difficult to carve, and I can't learn it. Later, Grandpa Abel said that I can try to carve something that I like. In this way, I might put it into it better because of love."

Mo Yicheng frowned, as if he had guessed what he wanted to engrave, but...is it harder to engrave your own words than Xiao Ma? But it does not rule out the talent of small things, after all, every painting of Dudu has its own existence. The progress is rapid, especially the more vivid Mo Yicheng in the painting.

"Do you want to watch Mo Yicheng?" Yuan Suo is full of expectations!

Mo Yicheng naturally nodded, "Okay."

Wish Suo quickly got up, went to the study, opened the schoolbag, and took out the "hands-on" work he had done before officially making the photo frame!

In order to increase the mystery, Yuan Suo kept her hands behind her back when she returned to the restaurant.

Mo Yicheng's mouth has already begun to have a smile spreading, and at the same time, he decided in his heart that no matter what he wants to engrave, he must praise it, and then put the things in the safe...

Just as the actor was thinking about it and making automatic brain supplements, Yuan Suo held the small sculpture hidden behind him to his chest rather grandly.

Mo Yicheng...The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually stiffened.

what is this?

Dark coffee-colored wood, although the knife work is rough, it can be seen that the sculptor is very careful. The carvings are about the size of a palm and are divided into three layers. The top layer is gyro-shaped, and the tip of the head is curved, and the remaining two layers The radius increases successively, layer by layer, the overall look...

I wish to see Mo Yicheng's face in doubt, and quickly explained: "This is the chocolate cone I carved. When...time is not enough, I haven't had time to make the lower cone, only the chocolate ice cream part on top."

Mo Yicheng: "..."

"No... isn't it pretty?" Mo Yicheng didn't speak for a long time, and wanted to ask.

Mo Yicheng: Good-looking, and...very vivid. "Mo Yicheng subconsciously pushed the mousse cake in front of him aside.

Yuan Suo put her "cone ice cream" on the dining table, sat back happily, and was affirmed by Mo Yicheng! Yuan Suo immediately became confident that the photo frame will be completed successfully tomorrow, and he has already begun to consider whether to make a small "ice cream cone" and place it on the corner of the frame as a decoration.

Mo Yicheng looked at Yuan Suo facing a tuft on the table... a wooden sculpture smirked happily, pushing his dinner plate farther...

That night, the actor updated a Weibo.

Weibo has only two words: like.

The picture is a "poo" wood carving. I was topped hot in an instant.

I would like to see Mo Yicheng's Weibo before going to bed, and first liked it with happiness and joy, and then went to the comment area to see everyone's encouragement!

As a result... After reading everyone's comments, I would like to put my face in the pillow with shame...

Mo Yicheng looked funny, and while shook his head helplessly, he put the "poo" wooden sculpture in his safe.