Ryder rushed out of the house in a rage and headed for the main building.

Peake hesitated for a moment and followed him.

Ryder opened the door of a room and said to the five panicked girls inside, "How did you take care of my grandfather? You wanted to spend the night and promised me that I would take care of my grandfather while I was away, and then what? Don't you see that my grandfather is sick like that?"

As soon as Peake came in, he heard Ryder's roar, he wanted to turn and run, and then he wanted to see it all in his eyes. In the end, he chose to stay.

He saw the women in the room be silent for a while, and finally a woman in purple stood up and said, "The old man is sick......?

Ryder's fist slammed into the door, interrupting Mandala's words. The rest of the women stared at it all with wide eyes and disbelief. No wonder these girls were so shocked, because it was the first time they had seen this honest man so angry.

It seems that the old man is really sick.

All the girls accepted the fact, and unless that was the case, there was no need for Ryder to vent here.

I have to say that these former "little nightingales" have also experienced strong winds and waves, although every time the wind and waves hit, they are too busy and embarrassed, but they have always honed a little courage to face the wind and waves.

In the silence, Tulip, the older of the five girls, said:

"We'll take care of that. ”

Tulip didn't admit her mistake, and she didn't know how to admit it, because she didn't know what was going on until now. From the beginning to the end of their time at the lumber yard, these five girls have always done their part. During the day, I discuss what to do in the future and whether I want to do a part-time job. At the same time, they will go to the rescue charity to help, but after Pique's disappearance, there is no one to pay them, so everything in the future needs to be reconsidered. Of course, while they were busy, they did not forget their duty to take care of the old carpenter. In the morning, when they bought food, they would bring one to the old carpenter, and in the evening, when the old carpenter did not come back, they would also go out into the street to look for it. Fortunately, everything is fine, who knows now......

Ryder slammed the door out, and Peake stood stunned, smiling awkwardly at the five girls, and then he followed behind Ryder like a fart.

Peake saw Ryder walk into a room full of tools, with axes, hammers, steel cones on the walls, and some unpolished and carved wood in the corners. "Are you going to sleep here?" Peake looked around, and finally returned his gaze to Ryder, only to see the burly man crouched in the corner, head buried in his knees.

He was crying, and Pique could feel his grief.

Is it because of his grandfather's illness? That illness is very similar to his own, and it seems to be amnesia.

Perhaps, to be precise, this cannot be called a disease, because for the person who is sick, there is no pain, so why should it be called a disease? Peake thought to himself, he did not have any pain, but he brought pain to others. He wanted to comfort the man who was crouching in the corner, but then he realized that a touch of sadness suddenly appeared in his heart.

The next moment, he crouched down with Ryder. Even he didn't know why tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Are tears contagious?

It was a terrible feeling, and although he had amnesia, he knew it was a bad emotion. Even a week ago, he was locked up in a pigsty, and he didn't cry, but now, he sheds two lines of tears.

Ryder beside him was even worse, not only was he whimpering, but a low roar erupted directly from his mouth: "It's all my fault! I shouldn't have left my grandfather for so long!" he slammed his fist on the ground.

In fact, as early as the time in the main building, Ryder's fist was already bleeding. Peake crouched silently beside him, looking at the bleeding fist that was pounding the ground, and then put his hands on the ground.

Ryder found his fist slamming into a piece of softness, and he stopped his movements, then stared at Pique silently.

The hug came suddenly, and Peake was a little confused.

In this way, in the production room, the two people hugged each other and silently shed tears.

I don't know when, the two finally separated, and Peake scratched the hole in the blue hat with some embarrassment, and then stood up.

His gaze wandered around the production room, finally fixing on an axe.

It is a very simple axe, without any pattern carving, and the wooden handle is wrapped with black gauze, which will not be easily taken off when held in the hand.

A familiar feeling, he felt that he was born to hold an axe.

What does an axe do? Of course, it is used to chop wood, and of course, at certain moments, it can also be used to chop people.

Peake never had the idea of cutting people, and when he picked up the axe again, it was as if he had suddenly realized a mission, and slashed directly at the wood on the stake.

An axe splits the wood into two ends, neatly cutting the surface, without dragging mud and water.

Under Ryder's slightly shocked gaze, Peake raised his axe again, and split the remaining half of the wood into two pieces again.

The axe is accurate, unbiased, and right in the middle.

The axe did not stop, and continued to chop the quarter of the firewood into a regular eighth, then a sixteenth!

Could it be that Peake remembers his craft? Ryder was dumbfounded. It is not impossible to do this method after more than 20 years in the carpenter's world! It is easy to split it into regular halves and quarters, but if you continue to split it downwards to such an even degree, Ryder asked himself that he could not do it!

Of course, there is only one audience member of Ryder now, otherwise it will definitely attract a round of applause.

Ryder knew that Peake had a natural instinct for wood and axes, which made Peake excel in both the most ordinary carpentry and the most difficult carving jobs.

With the sound of axes falling, Ryder slowly walked out of his grief.

Undoubtedly, this is a great way to vent!

Ryder found the trick and chopped the wood as Peake.

The wooden door of the production room was tightly closed, and in this small space, two people, you with an axe, and I with an axe, took turns to smash down. The moment their strength was finally exhausted, their movements became slower and slower, and the look of grief on their faces gradually disappeared.

Time seems to go back to ten years ago, the two children in my grandfather's mouth.

Little Peake struggled to hold an axe longer than him, while little Ryder, who was a head taller than him, looked relaxed.

The sound of an axe falling on the wood was nice, as little Peake had always felt. Little Ryder looked a little bored with two swings of the axe, and fell asleep directly on the ground.

Then the only thing left in the production room was little Peake wielding an axe, and at first, he chopped more than ten times, but he couldn't cut a single piece of wood. Then he made great progress, and the axe fell obediently in the same trajectory, and it only took three or four strokes to cut a piece of wood neatly.

Then the grandfather came over and complimented little Peake, and shook his head at little Ryder, who had been asleep for four or five hours.

This was the first time Pique had received his grandfather's approval, and then he became more and more diligent in chopping, and after only two weeks, he had become proficient in splitting firewood with an axe. This shocked little Ryder fiercely.

Undoubtedly, children's comparisons are very strong, no matter in which aspect.

After little Ryder was stimulated, he also learned Pique's movements and swung the axe in a good way. However, he has more strength, but his skills are lacking. It was also after two weeks that little Peake learned to carve on wood, but little Ryder still did not make any progress, not only chopping the wood to shreds, but also often losing his temper with himself and hating his clumsiness.

It was little Pique's patience that affected him. Little Pickle was chopping wood day after day, when Little Ryder was sleeping, when Little Ryder was eating, when Little Red was peeing, he was still chopping wood.

Little Ryder was always curious about why little Peake never got tired, and while curious, he also slowly honed his mind, and his carpentry skills gradually became exquisite under the tempering of time.

Little Picke thought that cutting wood was a happy thing, a thing that could make his grandfather happy, so he kept chopping, from morning to night. From small to large, cut all the time.

Year after year, day after day, he spent almost half of his life in the production room.

His best friend was little Ryder, and then the usual gradual blunt axe.

He likes all kinds of axes, as long as he can chop wood.

Little Pique has always persevered like this. Until they reach puberty. Ryder felt that a good life should not be spent in the production room, so he walked out of the production room and began to pursue his happiness.

I have to say that Ryder has many beautiful qualities: patience is what he learned when he chops wood, honesty is the atmosphere he has created since he was a child, and honesty is his unique personality...... All these beautiful qualities were favored by one girl - Dolly.

While Pique was happy for his best friend, he was chopping wood in the production room. Later, he had his own dream, made his own carriage, brought more firewood from the mountains, and opened a carpenter shop in the central square of the town of peace.

It's all going on in an orderly way. That is, until he made his own improvised wooden cart and galloped down the hill on his big black feet, finally disrupting the welcome ceremony of a certain noble baron because he had no brake system.

However, he just changed the place to cut wood, and this time he had a new goal, he cut wood in order to get a girl's name, and just like that, he cut wood in a small courtyard for a month.

Little Pic becomes Big Peake, and ordinary wood becomes Sandy Wood.

Although it suddenly became very difficult, he was actually happy in his heart, because chopping wood was the only thing he was good at and enjoyed. It was a mission he was born with, and nothing made him happier than that......

...... At this moment, the sound of chopping wood in the production room finally stopped, and Noticing the whiteness of the fish belly outside, Peake looked at Ryder next to him, and gradually smiled.

All around them were crumbling wood, the same size and the same length. They cut down all the wood in the entire workshop, from night to morning, from dark to day. It's like an endurance contest, and there are no wins or losses in this game. It was like going back to his childhood in that moment, and a green smile appeared on Peake's face.

With his mouth wide open and smiling, Peake looked at Ryder, who was also tired but laughing, and whispered, "Ryder, I remember something......"