"Okay, that's it."

After wiping his hands, little Nezha said as if commanding a child, "Keep touching."

Listening to his coaxing tone, Luo Junheng felt like laughing. He raised the corners of his lips, continued to rub the little statue, and asked him, "Did you scratch your hand when you were carving it?"

"Just once or twice, it's not heavy."

Little Nezha admitted it and was very frank, but his tone was also completely understated, and he didn't take the injury to heart at all. "It's normal for jade carving masters to use knives every day. It's normal. Just be careful and don't scratch with your hands."

It’s too deep.”

From the first day he started holding a carving knife, his mother taught him how to deal with the wound if he accidentally cut himself. She told him clearly, "Mom and dad will look at you, but they will not look at you after all."

Throughout your life, you have to learn to take care of yourself."

He said this, but he still looked at him all day long, for fear that he would accidentally hurt himself. This little statue was secretly carved by Nezha. He had taken care of the small wounds he accidentally scratched, but he had to stay away.

My parents also put a lot of effort into their eyes.

"Nezha should give the little gift he prepared to his sister-in-law, right?"

In the study room in the rose garden, Nan Song and Yu Jinwen worked for a while. Nan Song still thought about his son. He looked up at the time and guessed that he had already arrived in Messuli.

Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song, "Didn't he give the sister-in-law he carved to his eldest brother?"

"No." Nan Song said: "The little guy has been carving it quietly for several months, hiding for fear of us seeing it. If you really give it to your eldest brother, you don't need to do this. And considering how picky your eldest brother is, I will carve it out.

He may not be interested in her sister-in-law, let alone little Nezha’s three-legged cat skills, she will definitely be disgusted to death.”

Yu Jinwen couldn't help laughing when he saw Nan Song's rich expression.

He got up from behind the desk, walked to Nan Song, picked her up and took her to the sofa to rest for a while, massaging her while chatting.

"That day when Tianzha was sleeping, the statue accidentally fell out of his pocket. At first I thought he was carving you..."

Before he finished speaking, Nan Song gave him a gentle slap, "Am I that ugly?"

Yu Jinwen raised his eyes and looked at her, "Sister-in-law is not ugly either."

"Of course my sister-in-law is not ugly, she is just made ugly by Nezha."

Nan Song thought of the horrible little statue and shook his head with a chuckle, "To tell you the truth, I thought he was carving me at first, but those eyes don't look like mine, and they look more like my sister-in-law. You are

I don’t know, the moment I recognized her as my sister-in-law, my worldview was almost shattered, and I almost couldn’t control my hand and modify the knife for him.”

Yu Jinwen recalled that his wife was holding the small Nanhong statue. Her hands were shaking and her lips were trembling. The first thing she said to him was, "Where is my knife?"

"If you think about it this way, it's already great that your son can carve small figures at this age. You haven't taught him much, he is self-taught."

Nan Song was comforted by Lao Yugan and nodded, "That's true. Our son is quite talented in jade carving. The key is that he is interested in this. But it must be his carving. If I carve it,

If my sister-in-law is carved like that, my eldest brother can throw the portrait directly on my face, and then put her photo on my forehead to let me take a good look at what she looks like."

But for little Nezha, this is not necessarily the case.

Luo Junheng held the ugly little statue and couldn't put it down, and asked little Nezha, "Can you give it to me first? When you finish learning, how about carving another one for your aunt?"

The little Nezha chicken pecked at the rice and nodded.

"Okay, no problem. Wait until I carve a beautiful one for my aunt, like hers. I have never seen a woman more beautiful than my aunt. Uncle, you are so lucky."

Luo Junheng laughed softly.

He held little Nezha in his arms, kissed him on the back of his head, looked at Yan Xi, and spoke softly, like a ginkgo leaf floating in the wind and landing on the tombstone.
Chapter completed!