Looking at this photo, it took Shen Xing a long time to come back to his senses.

Put the photo away, then take out your mobile phone, and turn to the text message that Ye Ting sent to the original owner of the body three years ago.

"That kind of ink stain is abnormal, can you still send a text message?"

Shen Xing muttered to himself, looked at it for a while, and then put away his mobile phone, closed the door and went home.

When passing by a children's toy store, he saw a kind of intellectual puzzle hanging outside the door of the store, the pattern looked a little complicated, Shen Xing didn't think much about it, and bought one for Fei Fei to take back.

Usually when she does wood carving at night, Fei Fei is basically reading extracurricular books and reading everything, so Shen Xing is ready to let her change her taste and do mental activities.

Of course, if Fei Fei doesn't like it, she won't force her to make a puzzle.

When I got home, there was already the sound of stir-frying in the kitchen, and the wind was very strong and loud, accompanied by the collision sound of Fei Fei waving the spatula and the wok.

For a moment, Shen Xing had a feeling of returning to Ye Ting in a trance before he disappeared.

However, he quickly shook his head and smiled bitterly, the memory of the original owner, especially the memory of Si Lian Ye Ting, sometimes really made him unbearable.

But fortunately, the thoughts and memories of the self actually do not exclude Ye Ting, which can coexist with the subconscious of the body.

After putting away the things and washing his hands, Shen Xing ran into the kitchen and began to help Fei Fei.

Now that Fei Fei listened to him, she also learned to be smart when she stir-fried by herself, and when she was not sure how many condiments to put in it, she directly put a little less, even if the taste was slightly light, Shen Xing could still eat hard.

However, Shen Xing has been considering whether he can help Fei Fei recover her sense of taste through acupuncture these days.

After all, the medicine in the hospital has been proven to have no effect, and maybe if you use acupuncture to stimulate acupuncture points, it will have a certain effect.

However, this is only his preliminary plan, and in terms of specific operation, at least he must find a famous doctor first, and if necessary, he can recommend it with the help of someone from the Public Security Department, even if the doctor is out of state, he doesn't care.

After eating, Shen Xing washed the dishes as usual, and Fei Fei went into the bedroom to complete the manual newspaper arranged by the teacher.

When Shen Xing washed the dishes and wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, Fei Fei stood in the living room with a paintbrush in one hand and a long ruler in the other, and a white paper of 8 carats was spread in front of her.

The sixth page, which was blank, was also padded underneath.

"Uncle Shen, help me draw a few grid straight lines, my hands are too short, and I keep drawing crookedly." Fei Fei raised the pen and ruler in her hand.

Shen Xingle said: "I thought you didn't want me to help you do anything, well, use a pencil to draw the line first, not a paintbrush directly." Ruler give me ......"

Brought the ruler over, and went into the bedroom to bring a sharpened pencil, because sometimes before carving, he also needed to use the pen to draw a rough outline on it, and Shen Xing already had a painting foundation before crossing over.

Soon he drew the grid lines, Fei Fei had been watching silently beside him, Shen Xing turned his head sideways to her and asked, "What else do you need to draw?" ”

"...... here," Fei Fei pointed to the upper right corner of the white paper, "There is a green mountain range, and here is a forest, and I am going to fill in the contents of the 'Thinking Forest' in it." And then there's two little white rabbits, and they're talking about a math problem, the kind with speech bubbles. ”

"I'm quite imaginative." Shen Xing smiled and lowered his head to draw.

However, he only completed the general outline and layout of the layout to make the whole handmade newspaper look less messy, and then left it to Fei Fei to make and color by himself.

During Fei Fei's production, Shen Xing had been watching from the sidelines, and suggested from time to time that he would only help when Fei Fei really couldn't draw.

Fei Fei's eyes were smart, and when the layout of this handmade newspaper was almost finished, she raised her thumbs up to Shen Xing: "Uncle Shen, your painting is great!" Well, but it still can't hide the fact that you can't cook. ”

"Poof!"

Shen Xing almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"Small, do you know what it means to have a short ruler and a long inch?"

"I don't understand." Fei Fei's eyes flashed.

Shen Xing thought for a while and asked, "Do you like to draw?" I can teach you. ”

"Okay!" Fei Fei nodded quickly, and after a while, her eyes fell on the intellectual puzzle next to the sofa, "Is this for me?" ”

"Well, after reading a book every day, change your mind, play puzzles, or learn to draw." Shen Xing nodded.

"Thank you, Uncle Shen!"

Fei Fei took the puzzle to her bedroom and put it away, and then came back to continue to make a manual report, and after copying all the text content, it took Fei Fei almost an hour, and her two fingers holding the pen were squeezed and deformed by the pen shaft, crying out in pain.

Shen Xing got up from the workbench and gave her a gentle squeeze.

Before he lived with Fei Fei, he didn't know how heavy the burden of elementary school students was, but now he understands it deeply.

Nowadays, the homework assigned by primary school students is almost assigned to parents, and it cannot be completed without parents' hands, and sometimes even parents have to ask for help.

This is still the case when Fei Fei herself is very smart and hardly has to worry about Shen Xing.

When Fei Fei put away the manual newspaper and went to the bathroom to wash, Shen Xing's mobile phone rang, and when she picked it up, it was an unfamiliar number.

He didn't have the habit of hanging up strange calls, because the store usually sent out business cards, and if it was a customer calling, he might miss out on a business.

The phone was connected, and the tone of the other party was really the customer: "Hello, is it the owner of the wood carving shop?" ”

"Well, I am." Shen Xing answered the phone and returned to his bedroom.

"My name is Zhuo Datong, do you remember the person who gave you a deposit in the store last time?" The other party said.

Shen Xing nodded: "Well, remember to remember, do you want to buy that mask wood carving now?" ”

"No, I'll probably be here in two or three days. I just want to make sure, you didn't sell the mask, did you? ”

The man's voice was a little old, as if he was seventy or eighty years old, but Shen Xing remembered that he was probably in his early sixties.

"No, don't worry, the wood carving has been reserved for you for the promised time." Shen Xing temporarily gave him a reassuring pill.

"Okay, I'm sorry for you." Zhuo Datong hung up the phone.

Although he had only just turned sixty, he was much older than the rest of his peers, and at first glance, he was impressed by his sparse gray hair and two large eye bags.

At this moment, he was sitting on a plastic stool, holding a mobile phone in his hand, staring at the mouthful in front of him in a daze...... Ice coffin.

This is the courtyard of his own home in Beifeng Town, where Zhuo Datong is covered with wreaths and flowers, and a group of monks are chanting scriptures, and people are constantly walking in front of him, while Zhuo Datong's two sons are sitting on the other side of the ice coffin with their wives and children.

In the ice coffin, lying is his wife Jiang Guirong, who has just passed away.