He looked at Mr. Mu and said, "Grandpa Mu, what do you want from me?"
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"Xiaoxiao."
There was some emotion on Mr. Mu's face, "It was only thanks to you, kid, that our family was saved from danger before."
"It's just that you know our family's situation, so I really can't give you anything good to thank you for."
"The old man's wood carving skills are pretty good."
"So, I made a wooden sculpture and gave it to you as a thank you gift. Don't dislike it."
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"Your grandpa Mu made this wood carving by scrapping several pieces of good wood before he finally got the final product."
Grandma Tan said with a smile, "He always says it's wrong, it's wrong, he doesn't say what's wrong, and then he starts over with a straight face."
"Time after time, it makes me tired of watching it."
"He is very patient and comes back again and again."
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"I didn't see anything wrong with so many scraps before."
"But when I saw the final product, I understood."
There was admiration and pride on the old lady's face.
"Xiaoxiao, I believe you will like this wood carving."
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"Aying, after talking so much, quickly take out the things and take a look."
Grandpa Xiao couldn't wait.
"It's not for you."
Mr. Mu complained, and then didn't give Grandpa Xiao a chance to speak. He turned around and looked at his son who had been silent since he entered the yard, "A Song, give Xiaoxiao something."
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"Um."
Mu Tansong took a few steps forward and handed the bag in his arms to Xiao Xiao with some caution.
"Thanks."
Xiao Xiao reached out and took it, his eyes fixed on Mu Tansong's face for a few seconds.
The person in front of me is much less impetuous and calmer than when I first met.
It seems that he has fulfilled his promise to the two old people.
A smile flashed across Xiao Xiao's eyebrows.
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"Grandpa Mu, Grandma Tan, let's go over there and take a look."
Xiao Xiao did not open the bag in a hurry, but said hello and pointed to the stone table under the white plum tree.
"good."
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Everyone came to the stone table.
Several old people sat down on stone chairs.
The Xiao family all looked at the bag in Xiao Xiao's hand with curiosity, "Xiao Xiao, open it quickly and take a look."
Grandma Xiao urged.
...
Xiao Xiao placed the bag on the stone table.
When he was about to open the bag, he looked up as if aware.
Plum Girl is lying on the branch, her head is slightly tilted, and her black hair is hanging down like a waterfall.
There was a bit of innocent curiosity in his clear eyes.
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"Xiaoxiao?"
Xiao's mother called out to Xiao Xiao, who seemed to be in a trance, strangely, "What's wrong?"
She looked up in the direction Xiao Xiao was looking.
Full of greenery.
Apparently the trees were full of flowers before.
The blossoming white plum blossoms are like handicrafts carved from mutton-fat white jade, but they have more aura.
The petals, as thin as cicada wings, are filled with the clear moonlight, creating a hazy halo, like a dream.
Thinking of the beautiful scenery before, Xiao's mother couldn't help but feel a little stunned.
Even after watching it for so many days, she is still amazed by it.
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A sudden tap on the shoulder brought Xiao's mother back to her senses.
"Why are you so dumbfounded?"
Father Xiao was a little helpless.
"ah."
Only then did Xiao's mother react, and she smiled sheepishly.
Then he looked at his son anxiously, "Xiaoxiao, you-"
The rest of the words came to an abrupt end after seeing the half-opened bag.
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Xiao Xiao withdrew his gaze and looked down at the wooden sculpture covered by a bag on the stone table.
He reached out and slowly pulled down the bag.
After a brief silence, there were bursts of gasping sounds in the yard.
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The protagonist of the wood carving in the bag is Xiao Xiao.
Holding a little fox in his arms.
There is something shaped like a bracelet on the wrist that is exposed when the sleeves are rolled up.
Behind Xiao Xiao is a blooming white plum.
The long and flexible branches are covered with tiny white plum blossoms.
It's crowded but not messy.
Each flower is detailed down to the texture of its petals.
Just like real flowers.
It almost makes people feel that if there is a gust of wind blowing at this time, the white plum tree full of trees will inevitably sway gently.
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There are stone tables and benches under the white plum trees.
A few white plum petals were falling on it.
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Xiao Xiao stood under the white plum tree with a clear smile.
It was as if sunlight penetrated the branches and flowers above and fell on the young man.
Because, the young man's eyes seemed to have light flowing.
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"Heh~"
"Wow~"
Everyone couldn't help but move closer to the wood carving, with faces filled with wonder.
Even Grandma Tan and Mu Tansong couldn't help but come forward.
Even though they had seen it before and were amazed, they still couldn't control their excitement when they saw it again.
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Mu Tansong's eyes were full of brilliance, and he suddenly had the idea that he also wanted to carve such a wood carving.
But then he thought about how he was still just a rookie, and he felt a little frustrated.
He wasted a lot of time.
A sudden feeling of regret came over me.
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Just the next second, he cheered up again.
Just because he wasted a lot of time before, now he has to race against time and put in more effort.
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After taking a lot of wrongdoings and getting his head bruised, he realized that what he had abandoned at the beginning was what he wanted most.
Although it's ridiculous.
But if he didn't want the joke to continue, all he needed was persistence.
The look in his eyes became a little more determined.
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"Old wood, that's okay."
Grandpa Xiao looked at Grandpa Mu who was standing behind everyone, "This craft is getting better and better."
“It’s so fake that it looks like the real thing.”
Old wood, A Ying and the others didn't know, but the Xiao family looked at the wood carving as if they had seen the scene just now.
The white plum blossoms were in full bloom, and Xiao Xiao stood under them holding the little white fox.
But what penetrates the branches and flowers is not sunlight, but the watery moonlight.
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As for how they knew the wood carvings were carved during the day...
In fact, they are not sure, it is just an intuitive feeling.
This is probably because of Mr. Mu’s superb skills, right?
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"Haha, this is my proud work."
Mr. Mu looked at the wood carving with a very gentle look, "I spent a lot of effort to get the look I wanted."
"It already has some aura."
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"Speaking of which, Xiaoxiao, Grandpa Mu would like to thank you again."
Looking at Xiao Xiao's confused expression, the old man smiled and explained his words, "After completing this wood carving, I feel that my wood carving level, which has been stagnant, has improved slightly."
"It seems that although the old man is old, his potential has not been exhausted yet."
Mr. Mu smiled heartily.
For a craftsman, the greatest pursuit and achievement is to improve his skills and produce satisfactory works.
Looking at the wood carvings on the stone table, he was really happy.
If it hadn't been carved as a thank-you gift from the beginning, he thought, he probably wouldn't be willing to give this wood carving to anyone else.
