In the afternoon, Qin Huai came back from Hunan Province and was dragged away by Mr. Yan to talk for two hours before being put back at his residence.

"I'm back, Shang Ya. ”

Qin Huai shouted, and then collapsed on the sofa and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The entertainment made him dizzy, and the compliments of those people were nothing more than a few words that were turned over and over.

While the compliment is genuine, it's clear that the homework is inadequate.

Compared with the professional comments of insiders, Qin Huai's points can't be obtained at all, which is simply boring.

As for Mr. Yan's supervision, it was Qin Huai's biggest headache.

Now that Qinhuai is already a high mountain in the carving world, it is time to start changing it.

But Qin Huai has always sealed himself in the peach garden, not asking about the world, not asking about the West and the East, and asking wholeheartedly, he really doesn't know much about the jade carving circle, the nuclear carving circle, and the wood carving circle.

After all, there are giveaways and gains in the world, and when you focus on sharpening your skills, other aspects of Qin Huai will become shortcomings.

Mr. Yan rashly pushed him, and he was also quite distressed.

"Shang Ya?"

Qin Huai wondered, why didn't Shang Ya respond?

Doesn't Shang Ya usually run out of the idiot?

If he saw Shang Ya, Qin Huai might immediately feel more relaxed.

Where did the young lady go?

Qin Huai poured a glass of water and went upstairs while drinking.

As soon as I stepped onto the staircase, I received a text message.

It was sent by Shang Ya.

"The rice was in the pot and I was in bed. ”

Qin Huai: "......"

What's the matter with suddenly wanting to laugh? And what kind of tricks is Shang Ya playing?

Qin Huai couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, and slowly climbed upstairs, wanting to find out.

The upstairs living room is neat, dusty and quiet.

Push the door.

Lift the covers.

Empty.

"Shang Ya, didn't you mean in bed?"

"Hahahaha, I knew that you would have a bad idea of your sister, and you were exposed?

Alas, I didn't expect that you, Qin Huai, looked like a lonely child, and actually betrayed the revolution. ”

Shang Ya jumped out of the closet and laughed.

Qin Huai: "......"

I'm afraid you didn't graduate from the Drama Academy!

However, Qin Huai, who was powerless to complain, was surprised to find that after Shang Ya's trouble, all the troubles were left behind.

Qin Huai shook his head with a smile, there is a drama wife who can really laugh often.

Qin Huai hugged Shang Ya and kissed her on the forehead.

Then put her head on top of Shang Ya's head, closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth in her arms... Fragrant... Soft... Jade.

……

……

After the warmth, Qin Huai came to the study and carved handicrafts for Shang Ya that were both practical and ornamental.

Jade, agate cups, wooden soup spoons, all have to be made to polish daily life.

And when Qin Huai started to work, Shang Ya also moved a small round drum stool and came over.

This round stool is also very artistic, with six curved legs, and the leg arc is convex, like a beautiful woman on tiptoe, more like a round drum.

Therefore, the small round drum stool, this kind of stool, often appears in ancient calligraphy and painting.

"Sit down and don't move. ”

"I'll set up the camera again. ”

"Hmm. ”

Qin Huai then waited quietly while making preparations.

When Shang Ya returned to his desk, Qin Huai began to carve.

Use a carving knife to perceive the shape of a piece of wood little by little.

Use your slender hands to measure the weight of a piece of wood chip little by little.

With one production process at a time, a piece of natural wood is slowly changed, so that it gradually changes from wood to a piece of wood with a breath of life and humanistic atmosphere......

That's what a woodcarver does.

Unconsciously, the soup spoon under his hand has become the 'Big Dipper', with a long spoon handle, a deeply round spoon, and a natural wood grain that is well preserved, round by circle, like ripples from the rippling wood.

The natural beauty of the wood was all pulled out by Qin Huai!

The ancients saw words like people.

Shang Ya felt that it was more appropriate to use 'seeing works as seeing people' to describe Qin Huai's little brother's works.

Every work is like Qin Huai's little brother.

Warm.

Gentle.

Elegance.

I remember that Qin Huai's little brother once said that works come first.

Does it mean that when a work is dug into the depths, it is actually the author himself?

For example, what Qin Huai carved is his own cultivation and morality.

The cultivation and morality of other wood carvers are different.

That's why there are thousands of shapes and uneven wood carvings, just like all living beings.

"Take it. ”

Qin Huai placed a carved wooden spoon in Shang Ya's hand.

Shang Ya took the wooden spoon and tapped her head.

"Doodoo"

It is as if you can feel the breath of the forest, and hear the wind and birds chirping in the forest.

Although it is a small utensil, it has exquisite ingenuity.

"Are you knocking on the water in your head?"

Qin Huai couldn't help but quip.

Shang Ya was angry and knocked Qin Huai's head with a wooden spoon.

"Elm head, elm head, let me ask you, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Qin Huai smiled slightly.

"Be honest and don't speak with a clear conscience. ”

Shang Ya's expression was super fierce.

Qin Huai shook his head.

"The magic mirror or something is so old-fashioned. Let me tell you an allusion.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, there was a purple cave on the Purple Mountain.

There was a group of rats in the cave.

On the seventh day of the lunar month of that year, the old rat ascended to the throne and said: 'Tomorrow is Laba, and everyone in the world boils Laba porridge. ’

He pulled out an arrow and sent a capable little mouse to inquire.

An hour later, the small consumption reported: "The inspection and inquiry in various places have been completed, but the temple under the mountain has the most fruit rice." ’

The old man asked, 'How many kinds of rice are there, and how many kinds of fruit are there?'

Xiao Yuan said: 'Rice beans are in a warehouse, and they can't be remembered. There are five kinds of fruits: one jujube, two chestnuts, three peanuts, four water chestnuts, and five spiced taro. ’

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately sent the little mouse to rob him.

So he pulled out the arrow and asked, 'Who is going to steal the rice?'

A consumption order to steal rice.

Then he drew the arrow and asked, 'Who is going to steal the bean?'

Another order to steal beans.

Then they all received orders and went.

There was only one kind of taro left, so he drew the arrow and asked, 'Who is going to steal the taro?'

I saw a very small and weak little consumer who replied: 'I am willing to steal taro.' ’

The old consumption and the public consumption saw that it was weak and couldn't help the wind, and they didn't allow it to go.

Xiao Yuan was unconvinced: 'Although I am young and frail, I am boundless in magic, articulate, and far-reaching. It's better than they steal. ’

The crowd hurriedly asked, 'How can you be better than him?'

Xiao Yuan said: "I don't learn from them and steal directly." I only changed my body, and I also turned into a taro, rolling in the taro pile, so that people could not see or hear, but secretly carried it with the doppelganger method, and gradually carried it all. Isn't it better than stealing it?'

When everyone heard this, they all said: 'It's wonderful, but I don't know how to change it, you change it first, let's see.' ’

Xiao Yuan listened and said with a smile: "This is not difficult, wait for me to change." ’

After speaking, she changed her body, and she changed into a young lady with Peugeot beauty and captivating the country.

Zhong Qian hurriedly laughed and said, "It's wrong, it's wrong!"

Xiao Xian smiled and said, "I said that you haven't seen the world!" You only recognize this fruit as taro, but you don't know that the Shang Ya of the Jiangzuo Qin Hezhou family is the real Xiangyu?"

The last sentence fell, and Shang Ya's face was red directly to the root of her ears.

This is not a self-strategy.

It was Qin Huai's little brother who directly teased.

"Dead, but what you can, isn't it just to read more, know more allusions, and play homophony?"

Although Shang Ya was disgusted on her lips, there was no doubt that she was crazy in her heart.

Ahhh

Blood packets.

Medic.

For the first time, Shang Ya felt that it was good for Qin Huai's little brother to devote himself to being an art student......

If Qin Huai is teased in this way every day, she is afraid that she will suffer from severe anemia!