When the excited teenager rushed into the old house, the man was aligning tools, saws, planers, and hammers to the sun, and he checked the past in the same way, the man's tall body was bathed in the sun, and his body seemed to be plated with a layer of golden light.

After a while, the man put down the last tool, glanced at the young man, took a piece of wood and handed it over, this piece of wood was not big, boxy, only the size of a palm.

The boy took it curiously, looked at it over and over for a long time, and looked at the man suspiciously: "Sir, this is ——?"

The man shrugged his shoulders, sat down at the workbench, took out a piece of wood about the same size, picked up the calibrated tool, and began further processing.

The boy had already had an experience, and he sat down busily, staring intently at the man's movements, but unfortunately the smaller the things, the more delicate they were, and it took a lot of effort to finally appear in the man's palm, which was a very delicate wooden pipe, with smooth and smooth curves, and the pipe in the boy's hand was sharp and angular, and it was very rough at first glance.

The man only glanced at it, and ordered lightly, "Send this to your father." ”

When the boy put the pipe in front of his father nervously, he saw his father, who never shed tears, suddenly red eyes, turned his head, stroked his nose fiercely, and when he turned his head again, he complained viciously: "It's so ugly, and I never use a pipe, don't you know?!"

The next day, when the boy was leaving home, his mother secretly stopped him and motioned him to look at the pipe, which had been placed at the top of the cupboard, which was slightly blackened and smelled of tar, and it was clear that it had been used.

The young man pursed his lips and chuckled, whistled, and came to the old house in a happy mood.

On the third day, the man taught him to make a huge bathtub and give it to his mother, who was obviously much more emotional than his stern father, and the woman hugged her son with tears in her eyes: "Oh my God, when I first got married, I always wanted such a big bathtub. ”

On the fourth day, the boy's trophies were a slingshot and a staff of civilization, and with a smiling face, he gave the slingshot to Jim, and the staff of civilization to Jim's father, and the boy raised the staff of civilization: "If I bully Jim again in the future, you can use it to beat me."

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"Of course," added the boy maliciously, "you can also use him to beat Jim, who has made a mistake." ”

Jim's father gladly accepted the gift.

Day after day, every townsman who was offended by the boy received a gift full of sincerity from the boy, and the boy's craftsmanship became more and more exquisite.

Finally, one day, only the owner of the musical instrument store was left unpaid, and the boy looked at the shiny guitars on the wall and couldn't help but look at the man with anticipation.

The man was silent for a long time, then stood up, took out a huge glass bottle, and put it in front of the young man, then took out another bag, and poured it down haphazardly, and a pile of change formed a small mountain.

He casually picked up a few ten-cent coins and threw them into the bottle: "This is your reward for cleaning up the garden." ”

The young man's eyes widened, and he looked at the man with some confusion, the man moved calmly, and grabbed another handful of change: "This is your reward for painting the walls." ”

The same thing, the work that the boy had done, was pointed out by the man exactly the point, and at the same time, handfuls of change were thrown into the glass jar, and gradually, the money in the glass jar became more and more, and when it was two-thirds full, the man finally stopped.

The boy next to him was about to faint with happiness, oh my God, what a lot of money.

The man grabbed the lid, slapped the glass jar to death, casually put it on the end of the workbench, and said casually: "It's a pity that this money doesn't belong to you now." ”

He picked up a square board, which was obviously more beautiful than any wood he had used before, with the peculiar grain of different shades of wood, and the smell of shavings when he smelled it carefully.

The man didn't care and threw the plank to the boy, and the boy immediately understood, this is about to start making guitars?!

He hugged the thin plank tightly and urged excitedly: "Let's start!" Sir!"

Soon, he couldn't laugh anymore, the guitar was made with a fine, and every time he made a mistake, the man would cleanly take a handful of change from the glass bottle.

Two or three days later, seeing that the money in the glass bottle was getting less and less, and finally only a shallow layer remained, barely covering the bottom of the glass bottle, the boy finally made his first guitar, he hesitated and asked: "Sir, is this guitar going to be compensated to the owner of the guitar shop?"

That weird and picky old man, I'm afraid he won't accept this defective product full of flaws.

The man sneered, picked up his elaborate guitar, stuffed it into the young man's hand, and said succinctly: "This one, for old Jamie, your one, belongs to you." ”

Then, his big hand grabbed the glass bottle and stuffed it into the boy's arms: "Get out." ”

The boy walked out in a daze, holding a glass bottle and two guitars, and then he was excited again, he went to the guitar shop first, and gave the guitar to the old guy in the guitar shop, who looked at it for a long time, waved his hand and told him to go, turned around and hung the new guitar in the window humming a song.

Holding his guitar, the boy ran all the way to the downstairs of Freya's house, and on the way, he used the only money left in the glass bottle to buy a beautiful bouquet of roses from Mrs. Maya.

When he started to play the guitar, the boy's brows furrowed, and he was a little embarrassed, the tone of this guitar was really bad!

He sang, "Freya, my beautiful nightingale, you haven't sung for a long time, and how I miss your beautiful voice—"

Surprisingly, no one rushed out to chase him until he had sung to the last stanza today, "Come, my beautiful nightingale, let us sing and sing and sing and sing all the wonderful night—"

The door creaked open, and a brown-haired girl rushed out with a smile on her face, and her tall brother followed her closely, silent for a long time, and said, "Go, my sister, and play to your heart's content, but staying overnight is never allowed!"

The young man was overjoyed, raised the rose in his hand suddenly, and said incoherently: "Thank you, thank you!" Mr. Hansen!"

"Fool, why are you giving me roses!" Hansen's rough face was full of helplessness, and he handed the rose into his sister's hand.