What Ye Shuying didn't tell Nangong Xuehai was that the age of this agarwood tree was at least 10,000 years old.

Thousands of gold are hard to find, the market is priceless, extremely aura, extremely precious, and extremely rare.

"Huh...... Let me see, what's in there? ”

Nangong Xuehai's eyes were scorching, and he said with a smile while opening the wooden box.

Wrapped in Tsing Yi in the night, leaning slightly on the chair, holding a teacup in one hand and tapping on the table with the other, whether it is expression or movement, it seems to be a relaxed and leisurely appearance.

But one of his hearts...... But it hung uncontrollably into the air, as if fifteen fluttering birds were flying in his arms.

"Oh my God, so many ......"

Nangong Xuehai looked up at Ye Shuying, her eyes were shining, her lips were slightly open, she was amazed and amazed,

"A comb made of agarwood, a mirror made of agarwood, a hairpin made of agarwood, a bracelet made of agarwood, a necklace made of agarwood...... I'm so obedient that I even have an anklet! Huh? This, this is ......"

Nangong Xue Haizai looked at it carefully, and her ink pupils widened, revealing a trace of consternation.

It's too similar, it's really too similar.

His eyes can't see, how the hell did he do it??

Incredible!!

Unbelievable!!

"Shuying, this little wooden man ......"

Ye Shuying bit her lower lip and smiled embarrassedly,

"This little wooden man...... It's carved out of my own imagination, and it's not good to carve, so please don't laugh at me. ”

Among these works, he attaches the most importance to this little wooden man, and he really hopes that Xue Hai can like it.

Nangong Xuehai didn't know that in order to carve these gifts, in order to express these intentions, Ye Shuying sat at the desk, did not eat, drink, or sleep, he only relied on his feelings, knife by knife, knife by knife, and worked for ten days and ten nights.

Night Shuying is a perfectionist, in order to satisfy himself, in order to make her happy, he tried his best.

Even if there are countless scars on his fingers that are scratched by a carving knife, he doesn't care.

Speaking of the craft of night shadowing, well, the word craft may not be appropriate, and the word hobby should be more accurate.

His personality is more introverted, and he doesn't like to talk to anyone, usually except for reading, he is cultivating, and in addition to cultivation is reading, life is like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless, and boring.

On his eighth birthday, his parents took him out to play, passing by an ordinary town, just in time for a lively market.

He was already a young man, and he happened to see an old man selling all kinds of lifelike wood carvings at a stall, who knows, he was deeply fascinated at a glance because of his cold and withdrawn personality.

Since then, it has been out of control.

Since then, in addition to reading and practicing, he has added another wood carving in his life.

He was gifted and intelligent, and he was self-taught.

Every piece of wood that passes through his hands, no matter the material, no matter the size, no matter the length, no matter the thickness, can turn the ordinary into precious, and the decay into magic.

It's just that his wood carvings are never sold, and they are never given away easily.

So far, only six copies have been given out.

One was given to his esteemed grandfather.

One was given to his kind grandmother.

One was given to his grandfather, whom he admired.

One was given to his kind grandmother.

One was given to his father, whom he admired.

One was given to his beloved mother.

Each of these six people is the most important person in his life, and each of them is the most indispensable person in his heart.

After he lost his sight at the age of twelve, this hobby came to an abrupt end.

More than 200 years have passed in a hurry......

Until, until Nangong Xuehai appeared, he picked up the carving knife that he hadn't touched for a long time......