When it was finally time to eat, he was like a zombie attaching himself, and his movements were much sharper, and before his master could enter the room, he had already placed himself on the table in advance.

His sister asked him strangely, saying, "Weilong, what have you done today?" Have you learned? ”

At this time, he was naturally embarrassed to open his mouth, and he was embarrassed to look up at them.

And his master felt the same way, somewhat understood him, and helped him out, "Of course it's woodwork, it's a good thing for young people to use their brains more." Which one wouldn't be able to paint a tiger like a cat? Isn't it? ”

When the scene was no longer so embarrassing, I sat down and began to eat, gobbling it up.

As soon as there was noodles, he sat at the table with his master and mother, just like at home, unceremoniously eating big bowls of noodles.

When there were no noodles and steamed buns, he said that he would study the drawings while eating.

He always had the excuse to study the drawings properly, and, after repeated attempts, he took the steamed bun and went straight to the timber room without saying a single superfluous word.

When I had almost finished eating a steamed bun, I returned to the table on time again and sat down.

Weiyang's father is quite diligent and eats a lot.

Sometimes, in addition to helping his master, he would also take the initiative to petition and be a cook for his master.

He spent most of his time working with wood, which over time also disgusted him. So, I occasionally went to the kitchen to help my wife make a fire, and the water was fresh.

Once, he saw a steamed bun at the bottom of a well made by his mother, exuding the smell of raw dough, which was extraordinarily fragrant. So, he imagined the scene of his wife and children eating thin noodles and steamed buns.

At this time, he wished that the pot of steamed buns was all his own.

......

Time flies like a white horse, and in a blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

Once, when Master Wang saw that his beloved apprentice's skills were still standing still, he felt unspeakably uncomfortable, as if he had painstakingly raised a son, but when he grew up, he was a white-eyed wolf and ungrateful.

Master Wang plucked the cold from the bottom of his heart.

However, for the beloved disciple of Weiyang's father, no matter how disappointed he is, he will never reach a sad and desperate situation.

Most of the time he just looked up to the sky and sighed, because no matter what, life had to go on, and life had to go on.

Of course, this is only one of them.

Second, after all, Master Wang's house is not a rescue station, and it is impossible for him to take in an orphan - an adult who is almost thirty years old.

There are some words that Master Wang himself thought about and felt that it was really difficult to speak, but after a long time, Master Wang saw it, and she read Master Wang's thoughts.

So, taking advantage of a time when Weiyang's father was pulling the bellows in the kitchen to light the fire, he spit out the words euphemistically.

"Weilong," Wang Shi Niang said, "I heard your master say that you are a fast learner, and most of the crafts have been learned?" ”

Weiyang's father didn't understand the voice of his master's words at first, thinking that his mother was really praising him, so he was secretly happy, lowered his head and said nothing.

He continued, pulling the bellows and lighting the fire.

His sister then continued, "I can't remember, how long have you been in our house?" ”

"More than four," Weiyang's father looked back and recalled, and then, dryly, "more than four months...... It's been a long time. ”

"I heard that your master said that he took on a private job," Master Wang continued to say euphemistically, "In another village, your master is going to go into battle in person, maybe I will have to follow to help." ”

Finally, as if he had heard something, he sighed inexplicably and said, "Oops! It's been a long time since I've been home, it's been a long time...... Now is the right time, it's time to go home. ”

So in the afternoon of the same day, Weiyang's father had no heart to work, so he simply put down the wood work at hand, strode into the timber room, and gathered up the board axe, the planer, and the two saws that he should have.

Then rub the blade with cooking oil, tie it together with hemp rope, and lay it down on a wooden board.

When he was done, he tossed through the pile of sawdust on the ground several times, found a few sharp drill bits, and put them in his toolbox without seeing if they were his own.

In this way, he tidied up the lumber house almost as if he were moving, and it was not until dinner time that he slowly walked out.

At this time, the bright moon is in the sky, and from time to time there is a gentle breeze blowing in the face, and the air is fresh and pleasant.

Weiyang's father made up his mind to leave now, and he didn't plan to say goodbye to his master and his wife.

Coincidentally, at the moment when he went out, he was seen by Wang Shiniang, who saw him from afar, so she shouted to stop him, and then reluctantly stayed for one night.

The next day, before dawn, Weiyang's father hurriedly got up and wanted to leave. This time, he still wanted to say goodbye, but he was stopped by the premeditated master and master.

From the gate, he was blocked all the way back to the compound.

His master repeatedly asked him to have breakfast, at least to fill his stomach and then leave, but Weiyang's father was like a dead cow at this time, and he had to leave now.

There was really no way, so his master went to the steamed bun cage and touched three fist-sized cold steamed buns, stuffed them into him, and said, "Look at your baby, are you stupid, are you really not hungry, or are you not hungry?" ”

In this way, after a long time, I finally took it.

Weiyang's father took the steamed buns, but he didn't dare to put them in his shoulder bag, because his bag was already swollen.

So, he vigorously broke the two big trouser pockets, the needle corners were broken, and he forced a few steamed buns into it.

Carrying the bulging bag, carrying the wooden tools tied the previous day, he walked slowly towards the gate.

When he came to the gate, he turned around and looked around the courtyard of his master's house, and immediately, a warm current suddenly rose in his heart, which was very unpleasant, and his legs were so weak that he almost couldn't cross the threshold of his master's house.

The more parting, the more there is nothing to say.

"You've learned pretty much the same...... The rest is up to you to comprehend it yourself......" From afar, his master spoke first.

"Be careful on the road...... he added.

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PS: This book is a children's work with a realistic theme, there is no system, no crossing, some are interesting daily life, and wonderful experiences.

This book mainly describes the inspirational story of a deaf-mute person, focusing on the life situation of the deaf-mute and what is different from ordinary people.

This book has participated in the children's essay competition, and those who like it will collect it, and give support and encouragement to the author.

PS: The first two parts of this book are mainly foreshadowing, foreshadowing, and it is relatively slow to read, but it will be wonderful slowly in the future, and I hope you will be more patient.