It was night, Feng Zhiping turned and turned, and it was difficult to sleep.

People are obviously very tired, but they just can't sleep, and the shadows of the two pairs are constantly intertwined in their minds.

Leng Shuang'er moved the real fire, his hands were extremely heavy, and he touched the tender little fist and "stretched" every inch of his muscles and bones from head to toe quite thoroughly, especially his face, a few hours have passed, and it is still hot, and I don't know what means are used, but even the wound medicine does not work.

As the saying goes, you don't hit someone in the face, and you have to scold a few words before you change it, but this time he has no complaints, because this end is completely his own doing.

"Feng Zhiping, Feng Zhiping, you fool who gets carried away, a girl who has not been out of the cabinet, where do you stare at people's chests, are you looking for death?

Raised his hand and gently slapped himself, pulling the wound and grinning again, and when the pain subsided a little, he sighed sadly.

"You won't be here again, will you?"

Worried together, out of control.

I don't know when it started, he has become accustomed to You Shuang'er's existence, and he often thinks about it whether it is the warm one or the cold one.

It feels more and more like home to him, even a little more relaxed than home, half of this feeling comes from a group of brothers in Qiaodong, and the other half is full of that special girl.

"Why don't you go to Mochizuki Peak tomorrow to apologize? I haven't used the brand that Dead Fisheye gave me, and I don't know if it's good to use it at Mochizuki Peak. Well, let's try it, bring some gifts, show my sincerity, what might you like to bring?"

The first reaction was gold and silver jewelry, and he immediately dispelled the idea, Mo said that people may not be able to see it, and there is no one around him.

There is no jewelry, and there is no silk and satin, and after thinking about it, after removing the remaining three hundred taels of silver, it seems that there is only a blade left.

The children of the rivers and lakes, compared to embroidery with needles, dancing knives and sticks are their favorites, and You Shuang'er told him his wish a long time ago.

The problem is, where can he get the ground-level blade, and he may not be willing to give it if he can really get it.

No matter how important the repair relationship is, it can't compare to cultivation, the former is just the love of men and women, and even the love of men and women is not even talked about at present, and the latter is related to when he will return home.

No matter how good Diancang Mountain is, it is not a place to stay for a long time, he will go home after all.

"Why don't you carve a puppet for him, I'll do it myself, absolutely sincere!"

After thinking about it carefully, the idea is really good, his personal guard and little scholar Wu Dong likes to tinker with these things the most, I don't know how many little maids have pleased, she is also a little girl, and she will definitely be able to send this.

got up and got out of bed, took out a human-grade short knife from the trophy and used it as a carving knife, looked around the room and didn't find a suitable material, and couldn't help but look out the window.

"I cut down the trees in my yard, it's not a violation of the door rules, right?"

If you think about it carefully, there doesn't seem to be an explanation of this in the door rules, after all, no normal person would cut down the landscape trees in their yard as firewood.

Uneasily, he took out the "book" and checked it, and made sure that there was indeed no rule such as "who cuts who kills", so he closed the book and came to the crooked neck tree in the yard with a knife.

The cool night breeze was blowing, and the leaves rustled, as if begging for mercy.

Feng Zhiping pressed the trunk of the tree and sighed softly.

"Tree, tree, I know you are bitter, but I am also bitter, you look at my face, so I can only wronged you. Don't worry, I won't cut you down, where can I go to the cool without you? I'll only take a small piece, just a small piece, to ensure that it won't hurt your life, how about I'll count three times, if you don't speak, I'll take you as an agreement, three, two, one, haha, I know that you are reasonable and righteous!"

Patting the trunk of the tree, wanting to rip off a piece, after thinking about it, he put down his hand, jumped on the trunk and hugged an arm-thick branch, and gently broke the whole branch with his weight according to the roots.

"Look, I'm talking, right?"

Patting the crooked neck tree, Feng Zhiping carried the branch back to the door, cleaned up the exploitation, took a thick piece of arm close to the root and brought it back to the house, accompanied by the fragrance of fresh branches, and pondered with a knife.

What should I carve?

"Of course it's the young master!"

Feng Zhiping slapped the table, secretly proud.

"Well, carve me more handsomely, with a more aggrieved expression, and then carve a rude her, I'll make a gesture, so that people can know who is being bullied at a glance, she is stupid and must only think that I am apologizing, I can't think of metaphors, hey, smart, just do it!"

made up his mind, moved the mirror to compare, Feng Zhiping carried the knife like flying, and the fresh and tender wood flowers fell one after another, and it was not long before it was spread all over the table.

After a long time, he stopped, Feng Zhiping gritted his teeth as he looked at the two freaks in his hand who were difficult to see, and the bruised and swollen skin became even hotter.

"No, that's not right! Wu Dong's carving is quite easy, why did I become like this?"

Looking at the short knife, he found the substitute ghost: "It must be a problem with the knife! Yes, it must be! This is not for carving after all, and it is so big, if you don't take advantage of it, you have to practice a few times to get used to it, well, that's what it looks like!"

Deliberately leaving behind the scene of Wu Dong carving wooden figures with a mountain opening knife, Feng Zhiping regrouped, ran to the courtyard and carried back a branch.

This time, he didn't pursue fast or not, his posture was not chic, he concentrated on carving carefully and slowly, and the thick wood with his arms changed into two figures little by little, but that's all.

Further fine, the ghost axe is there, the god is killed and refuses to come, both the face and the body are as miserable as if they have been chopped thousands of times, and in the end, the crooked and twisted potholes can not be counted, but they have to be discussed.

"Damn, what the hell!"

The two dolls smashed against the wall, and the head of the one who bent slightly fell off.

The corners of Feng Zhiping's mouth twitched, feeling like he was cursing himself, and he slapped the table and got up: "I don't believe it!"

The third time I hugged the wood, this time I didn't rush to go under the knife, I went through every detail in my mind, and I felt that I was proficient in the back of my heart before I started.

After a long time, two dolls that seemed to have been run over by wheels more than ten times smashed into the wall, and this time it was very auspicious, and both of their heads fell off.

puffed out his cheeks and had a good meal, Feng Zhiping was full of frustration.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been calm when he dances knives and sticks, and he has always believed that he is a genius who practices martial arts, but he can't cultivate his internal strength before he is regarded as a waste wood.

It wasn't until the night that he realized that there was something he couldn't do besides giving birth to a child himself, and in front of the small wood carving, his brain and hands seemed to be his own.

"It's still a matter of knives, this thing can't do fine work!"

Throwing the pot again, Feng Zhiping changed his mind, the puppet is too complicated to make, so let's make it simpler.

For example, the flute is elegant and practical, the structure is simple and fine, and it can show its craftsmanship.

Picking up a twig two fingers thick and began to exploit it, the branch gradually turned into a wooden stick, further polishing the surface, a few knives were uneven, and the wooden stick became a spindle.

Don't be discouraged, change again, this time the appearance is polished, when punching, I remember that the flute is hollow, so it is usually made of bamboo, this one in my hand is not only to punch but also hollowed out, no tools can not be made at all, I tried several times and failed, I can only change it again.

The flute is not easy to get, so change it to a good one, and carve a small pendant, right?

The small pendant is carved very ugly, and then replaced, the whole wooden bowl and wooden spoon sweater needle is always good, right?

What, won't knit a sweater?

It's my!

Besides, there are so many small things in the world, I don't believe that the young master can't do them all, there must be so many things that can be done!

The night is fading, the morning sun is half spitting, the chickens are chirping, the dogs are barking, the birds are chirping, Feng Zhiping is as if he has not heard it, he is engrossed, and the ground on his body is full of sawdust.

Outside, You Shuang'er slammed the door yesterday and left, the courtyard door was unlocked overnight, half-hidden, and it only needed a light push to push it open.

Outside the door, the girl who slammed the door stood in front of the door again in the morning, and the wooden door opened as soon as she pushed it was like a thousand pounds to her, and her hand pressed on the door several times, but she finally failed to push it open.

Resting yesterday, the other self presided over the body, and when she woke up in the evening, she found that she was angry, and she refused to say what the reason was, only sulking, but not simply angry, and seemed to be a little ashamed.

She had never seen her other self have had such a big mood swing, and after regaining control, she trotted down the hill before dawn despite opposition.

Don't ask, if you can make your sisters angry, you can find Cangshan alone.

But when she got here, she couldn't get in, and the other one she fiercely resisted and fought with her for control of her body, and she tried everything not to enter the door, so she fixed at the door like a puppet, but fortunately, it was still early in the vicinity, and the streets were deserted, and no one noticed her weirdness.

"That's it!

Suddenly, someone yelled in the courtyard, as if relieved, as if venting, and as if discouraged, and the tone was very strange.

The two Shuang'er were stunned, Nuan Shuang'er came back to his senses and quickly pushed open the door first, stepped into the house and was about to walk into the house, when the person suddenly froze.

"This, what's going on?!"

The crooked-necked tree in the yard used to be leafy, but now it has become bare, except for the main trunk, the rest of the branches are gone, and the main trunk has also been dug up several large pieces, and the appearance is very miserable.

Leaves, bark, and sawdust spread all around, and traces of dragging were faintly discernible all the way to the house.

Thief?

You Shuang'er was stunned, and immediately took a bite of herself.

Phew, what do you think, where did the thieves come from in Cangshan, and how can there be thieves who steal branches and bark when they are full!

That's someone retaliates!

You Shuang'er thought of Qiaoxi for the first time, but Qiaoxi's big donkey face was still unconvinced, so he knocked on the door in the dark at night, forcing Feng Zhiping to promise something, otherwise how could the villain say "What's the matter with love", and the tone was so weird?

Thinking of this, the two Shuang'er instantly united the front, Leng Shuang'er stopped making trouble, and reminded Nuan Shuang'er to act cautiously, so as not to jump over the wall and hurt people.

Nuan Shuang'er was so anxious, what did she care about so much, and without waiting for the sister to finish speaking, she drew her sword and rushed into the house, and was about to shout a loud shock Xiaoxiao, but the person froze again.

The room was full of sawdust, as big as a wood flower and as small as powder, and there were only the most around the dining table, Feng Zhiping had his back to the door, his head was full of it, and there were many strange-shaped wooden blocks scattered on the wall.

Hearing the movement behind him, the prince turned his head with a daze, and saw You Shuang'er standing at the door with a slight startle, and then he was overjoyed, and Huo Ran got up.

"It's you!"

Mentally exhausted, and sleepy all night, he was almost unable to support it, but this one rose violently again, he only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the person fell forward.