27 Trick? Wish?
The sunlight shines on the neat but not flat lawn in front of the old oak trees, and the birds keep chirping crisply in the shade around them.
Charle was sitting on a bench in front of the tree root, staring at the parts in his hand and his face was focused. The shadow of the tree house reflected from the top of his head, completely covering him.
Not far ahead is a gathering place for houses similar to villages. At this moment, the curling blue smoke slowly rose, and a faint smell of herbs always permeated the surroundings.
It looked like a harmonious and beautiful scene, but after a while, five little kids of different heights suddenly ran over and began to circle around him, breaking the tranquility and began to sing songs noisy.
"Blindor stood in front of the tree with a harp."
"The leaves fell off after they bounced."
"The leaves from the trees should be clear and beautiful."
"But it can only be accompanied by the broken horns of the beast!"
This crisp sound is on the left and then floats to the right.
Along with this faint, lively singing, there was a little boy seven or eight years old, constantly raising his hands in front of Charles, waving green leaves in a mess.
There are loud and harsh but not unpleasant instruments around them keep ringing. There are flutes, harp, and the sound of cheeks blowing and leaves that appear after each paragraph.
Those were the other three elves and naughty kids surrounding here.
Sier, sitting on the small bench, was indifferent to this, and looked calm, and still used the dagger given by his naughty child, to cut the long wooden strips in his hand.
Therefore, the sound did not stop.
"Blindor stood on the top of the hill with a harp."
"The birds yelled on the branches."
"There are flowers hanging down from the waist of the branches."
"Pray that Brindo will not make noise anymore, they are already worried and want to whine..."
The sound was so close that the breath was blowing on her left cheek with a little heat, so that Charles glanced at her and felt that the delicate and small face in front of him was so annoying.
However, his eyes made the little radish narrow his head and his eyes narrowed, and then his voice was sad and low.
"Ah, poor Shire, the beautiful morning is getting more and more irritable."
"It seems like I'm too upset to see anything..."
At this point, the voice suddenly changed, looking hopeful and expectant.
"But if he could move that magical finger."
"Blindon will become quiet, it will become quiet..."
The voice ended, but a small face that was stretched upside down suddenly appeared in Charles' gaze, looking down.
The beautiful big eyes on the little face blinked and hugged, and they grabbed a little bird woven by grass leaves with both hands and placed it between them and swayed to show.
Charles' movements in his hands couldn't help but stop, and the two began to look at each other silently, without even blinking.
The atmosphere became weird.
...
As for this naughty child, Charles, who had experienced "destruction", was not in a hurry, and even ignored the threat in her singing. He just looked down at the other person, anyway, he was sitting there.
After experiencing a long time, he really doesn't seem to be in a hurry.
However, this guy in front of him, who is already 20 years old, but still belongs to the ranks of children, obviously does not have this kind of determination.
At first, she opened her eyes and tried to look at each other, but gradually, she couldn't stand whether it was bent down or her long-term eyelids.
So much so that the long eyelashes that were so close to each other began to tremble constantly. Due to posture problems, the little face slowly turned red, and finally couldn't help but blink.
The four naughty children who were squatting around the ground and staring at her were all gasping when they saw this.
The unlucky brother of Little Radish Head, Brynn in the lyrics, saw this and sat dejectedly on the surface covered with leaves. The exquisite wooden harp in his hand was still at hand.
"Sister, you lost!" he lamented.
"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't!" The little face in front of me turned around and retorted, then turned back to look at Charles.
She was still playing the game where anyone blinked first and lost, but when she turned around, Charles had actually taken the break for a while, so the ending was basically destined.
So gradually, the eyes of the little carrot leader who had gritted his teeth and insisted began to soften, and eventually turned into a shiny pleading look, which made Charles quite amused.
So he made a request.
"I'm not allowed to bother me for a month."
"A month has been too long, we will miss you very much." The other party replied pitifully.
"Yes, yes." The naughty children around him also nodded quickly.
"Then twenty-five days." Charles lowered his requirements.
“Twenty-five days are long.”
"That's right, right."
"We will think of Charles as much as he can't eat!"
Unfortunately, Charles was indifferent to this.
"Thirty days would be better," he replied.
So the little guys who had just thought it was too long and yelled that it would be great for 25 days. No need to be shorter, even if you really want to, you have to grit your teeth and persevere...Balabala.
Finally, the two sides reached a consensus.
Therefore, the little radish, who was still bent over, shook the grass-leaf bird in his hand again at Charles.
Seeing this, Charle left a few lumps of wood in his hand, raised his hand and first gave the little guy in front of him a broken head. Then, under the other party's "bearing humiliation and burden" staring, he touched the weaving bird that had no legs in her hand.
No strange phenomenon appeared, but the braid that was originally just a dead object suddenly trembled in the other party's hands.
Then the bird's head, which was originally composed of grass leaves, turned its head and pecked at the head of the little radish that was tightly grasping itself!
"Wow!" A burst of exclamation came from my ears.
"Living!"
"It can still scream, listen, it's so fun!"
"Why didn't I hear it? How could it scream if its mouth is sagging? Oh, sister, please let it go..."
After a long time of hard work, I finally saw this magical bird again, and everyone couldn't help but cheer.
Then he stopped surrounding Shire and began to yell and ran towards the "village" not far away, and said while running and letting the poor people see their power.
But not long after, the singing little radish head ran back crying.
"They insisted on letting go. We didn't catch it, and the bird flew away!" She said with grievance, and stood in front of Charles like a primary school student, raising her hand to wipe her tears while complaining. It seemed that the pear blossoms were so pitiful with rain.
However, although the elves are generally sentimental, it is impossible for them to cry like this because of this guy. So when this guy appeared, Charles guessed the little girl in her heart.
However, Charles did not point out this out, but instead agreed with regret.
Then, with the other party's expression of being reluctant to speak, his hand behind him suddenly grabbed a handful of seven-petal flowers and handed them to the other party.
"Okay, okay, don't cry. I wish our little princess will never be sad again. I'll give you this bouquet of flowers."
"Thank you!" The little radish named Ning Luowei "smilled and laughed", then stood on tiptoe and kissed Charles on the cheek, then jumped and ran away.
The sun is slightly scented, and the scent of jasmine in a flower bush is faintly floating with the breeze.
It was an unknown flower that Shire once specially transplanted. It tastes similar to jasmine but looks completely different on the outside.
I felt that the weather was particularly good today, so after the surroundings became quiet, Charles looked down at the long strips of wood that were already slender enough in his hand, and kept polishing them with tools...
The talent hidden in his body is wonderful and will slowly change as his body continues to grow.
The wonderful ability before was that he suddenly appeared on his "30th" birthday, and it also belonged to the spiritual aspect.
At this time, he could vaguely sense the various emotions and expectations hidden in the bodies of the creatures around him.
Then when this emotion grows to a certain point, he can turn it into reality.
This ability is somewhat similar to his previous performances of mental abilities, but unlike those abilities, although it can be used without any obstacles, it has no power at all.
And it is limited to small wishes, and many irrelevant and unresponsive at all.
It can probably only be called a trick.
However, he believes that sometimes, inconspicuous tricks can actually produce great results.
...
After grinding, the long round wooden handle in the hollow wood core fits with a small oval lump. Twist it slightly to touch the simple mortise and tenon inside to make the two bite.
Feeling very steady, Charles immediately motivated his abundant imagination and stared at the semi-finished product.
The invisible force slowly grows and takes effect quickly.
Gradually, the rough wood products that were originally yellow and white in his hand were coated with a layer of brown and black, slowly covering the original surface of the wood products.
Finally, when the overall color is exactly the same, the wood product in your hand has become smooth and beautiful-
This is a pipe, a brown-black, and looks very solid!
"I hope there is no error."
He rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, and Shire muttered, then he found that the pipe flashed with a rosy luster in the shade of the trees and was stunned, and then he was delighted.
Then he quickly turned around and crawled back into the house he built on the old oak tree, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, looking for something.
But before he could find it, there was a sudden sound of knocking outside the door, accompanied by a calm greeting.
"Is Charles here? I have something to discuss with you"
Chapter completed!