Since he apprenticed, Mo Yun had a smile on his face when he went out. Every day, I get up early and go out and don't come back until late.

Mo Yan heard about this from the snow kite, and felt very strange in his heart. Uncle Heng likes to make things all day long, and the little guy who looks so boring is willing to go over to apprentice, he can't figure it out.

But it's better to be busy, since Mo Yun is willing to do things, he won't object. Uncle Heng is also a powerful old orc, and he knows more than just making bottles and cans. With him teaching Mo Yun, he is naturally relieved.

When Mo Yun came back every day, after eating, he went to the side to silently pack up his things and began to tinker with those strange gadgets.

When Snow Kite is bored, he sits on the side and watches him make things, or he takes a bone needle to make animal skin clothes for Mo Yun.

Mo Yun has grown fast these days, and his clothes look shorter and don't fit so well, so it's time to make a few more sets for him.

When Mo Yan came back in the evening, Snow Kite called him aside and asked him to get more animal skins to come back so that he could make clothes for the two of them.

Mo Yan smiled and didn't answer, just looked at her. Snow Kite blushed, kissed him on the cheek, snorted coldly, and then walked away without looking back.

This man, please take advantage of himself for such a trivial matter. It seems that he is usually too good to him, and he feels very bad when he has no initiative in front of the man.

Mo Yan pulled her into his arms, gently pinched her face, turned around, and dropped a kiss on her lips.

The snow kite was kissed weakly, and her mouth made a snorting sound. Mo Yan's low and hoarse gasps came, making her eyes blur, and she took the initiative to meet his kiss.

Sensing her reaction, Mo Yan's hearty laughter came, letting go of the hand holding her and letting go of his mouth at the same time. The person in his arms gasped softly, and the red tide on his face had not yet faded.

The snow kite was dazed, her head slowly fell, and Mo Yan stretched out her leg and caught her head.

The snow kite rested motionless on his lap, the blush on his face slowly fading, and his expression was a little annoyed.

Obviously she shouldn't be like this, but she can always be easily provoked by the man's body reaction, and she secretly complains about her incompetence.

But you can't blame her entirely, who made this guy look so good-looking and have such a good voice. Although she has good self-control, she can't stop such a warm offensive.

When she kissed her, her eyes were like deep pools of water, and she only felt that her whole body was sucked in and she couldn't move.

As if sensing her thoughts, Mo Yan smiled lightly. The snow kite only glanced at it, then withdrew its gaze. This man is really a demon.

"Hides, what do you want? Black Storm Bear or something else? ”

"Just look at the belt."

Mo Yan nodded and let go of the snow kite. The snow kite walked over to the stone and added some knots to the fire.

Mo Yun's figure was illuminated by the firelight, and the little guy seriously took the bone knife in his hand and carved patterns on the clay pot he had just taken.

Snow Kite also took out the bone needle and continued to sew clothes, and deliberately sewed a pocket at the waist for Mo Yun to use with a bone knife.

In the past few days, Mo Yan came back with a lot of animal skins, and the snow kite was very fast, and it took more than ten days to sew several animal skin clothes out.

This time, she also deliberately added some patterns on it, and Mo Yun received it in her hand and felt very fond of it.

Mo Yun looked at the clay pot on the table and had some thoughts in his heart. In a few days, he will be able to make his own pottery for the first time. After studying with the master for so long, I finally learned some skills.

When the time comes, I will give these things to my mother and father as gifts, I don't know if they will like it very much.

Early the next morning, Mo Yun went out early and went to Heng. Before Heng woke up early in the morning, he heard a noisy knock on the door.

He hurriedly put on his animal skin clothes, got up and opened the door. Just as he wanted to roar, he saw Mo Yun holding the clay pot, closed his mouth, and his expression softened a little.

At first, he also felt that Mo Yun was just playing casually, and after a few days he got tired of it, so he went back.

After all, he is also looking at Mo Yan's face to take care of this little cub a little bit, he is such a boring person, it is impossible for people to really learn skills from him.

But the little guy just persevered day by day, and he would work very hard when he learned, and slowly, he felt a lot more comfortable and began to teach him seriously.

Ever since his partner and cub had an accident, he has been living alone in a cave. Thinking that he still has a craft, he insists on living day by day.

For many years, except for Xiaomo, no one has come to see him. After being lonely for so long, he almost forgot what it was like to be in company

When the little guy learns something, he often asks questions, and sometimes he is noisy. But he doesn't hate this feeling, if someone is willing to listen to himself and be kind to himself, he will be satisfied.

"Coming so early today? Grandpa, my dreams have been mixed up by you, and it's really annoying. ”

After Heng finished speaking, he entered the stone cave alone, and Mo Yun followed him with the clay pot in his hand.

Heng pulled the straw mat, waved his hand at Mo Yun, and the two of them sat down together.

Looking at the clay pot that the little guy put down, Heng touched his beard. The pattern carved on it is still very good, this little cub is very talented, and it is not impossible to inherit his craft in the future.

"Master, look at what I carved, can you please help me color, I see that you are so beautiful on the shelf."

Heng deliberately snorted coldly and looked at him without saying a word. This little cub asks a lot every day, so he doesn't bother him.

"Master, you can help me, I want to make gifts for my father and mother."

Heng listened to Mo Yun's words, his eyes moistened a little, and he recalled the events of the year. Before they could give their gifts, the two of them were gone.

Heng nodded, turned around with the clay pot, and went to the side to color. The clay pot is carved with a picture of a family of three, holding hands, looking at the stars and beasts on the red beach.

The first time Mo Yun carved it, it was not so good-looking, but the harmonious feeling on the painting can still be seen at a glance.

When Heng handed the clay pot to Mo Yun, his eyes were still a little red. Mo Yun took out his rabbit skin and wiped it at the corner of his eye.

Mo Yun put down the clay pot and looked at him quietly without speaking. Heng took his hand and sighed, a relieved smile on his face.

In the next few days, the little guy made a lot of things with Heng and carved a lot of patterns. Mo Yun's technique of carving things is becoming more and more proficient, and he looks more and more beautiful.

On the day when all the gifts were finished, Mo Yun happily showed it to Heng. Heng looked at the things Mo Yun had made, and praised them a few times.

He walked over to the shelf, took out a wooden box, and handed it to Mo Yun's hand.

Mo Yun took it, played back and forth, and was instantly attracted when he saw the pattern on the box.

The box is very beautifully made and delicate, and inside it is a carving knife made of bone, which looks very sharp, and there are patterns engraved on it.

He didn't know the two people engraved on it, but one of them looked very similar to the master, and the other was a very beautiful female who looked very gentle.

"Master, is this for me? Thank you. ”

The little one smiled happily, as if he had eaten sweet candy, carefully put away the box, and put it in his waist pocket.

Heng nodded and sent him out. Mo Yun took the prepared gift and returned to the stone cave. Mo Yan and Snow Kite had something to go out, but neither of them was there.

The little guy hid the pottery he had made, thinking of coming back to surprise the two of them. He pulled out the box at his waist and put his bone knife in it.

Heng stood alone by the shelf, looking at the empty place, secretly distracted.

This box was still the gift she was going to give to her partner and cub back then, and he had kept it for so many years, even if they were gone, it was a thought to look at.

But now it's useless to keep it for yourself, just a gift for the little guy at that time, this child is very good, worthy of this gift.

So many years. He finally let go of the obsession in his heart. In the future, you have to teach that little cub well and live well.

In the evening, when they came back, the little guy took out the pottery he had made and handed it to them.

Mo Yan and Snow Kite looked at the patterns on the clay pot and remembered the scene of the walk on the red beach that day.