Everyone else has traveled through time and space and been reborn, but I, the native cannon fodder

"I don't want the most handsome father, I just want Yaoyao's father."

Mo Yao's mood was still not high, but it was much better than before when he was depressed and didn't say a word.

Mo Erya patted Mo Yao's shoulder, "Okay, let's carve out a father that Yaoyao loves most."

"Second sister, second sister, do you really know how to carve?"

Mo Yao's interest was piqued, and she pestered Mo Erya to ask questions, "Second sister, do you know what my father looks like?"

"Sixth sister can tell me what my second uncle looks like. I'll draw it first, and then we can sculpt it until it looks like him."

Mo Erya happened to be good at painting, so there was no problem in painting portraits.

"Great, Second Sister."

Mo Yao was coaxed by Mo Erya, and all her thoughts were on the fact that Mo Erya was about to carve a father for her. She took Mo Erya's hand and began to describe in a twittering manner, "Second sister, my father looks very good. Tall, strong, he loves to smile, and he is good-looking..."

Mo Erya listened quietly, asking a few questions from time to time, and the joy and laughter of the past returned to the way to school.

Mo Erya said she would carve a wood sculpture of her second uncle for Mo Yao, and that was not just talk. She spent her spare time following Mo Yao's instructions, and spent a long time making changes to the drawing before she finally drew one that was similar to what Mo Yao said. portrait.

Mo Wangshi has rarely gone home since he joined the army. He did come back to Mojia Village during his vacation many years ago, but Mo Erya was only three or four years old at that time, so he had no memory of it at all.

When they came home from school for lunch, Mo Erya handed the portrait she had drawn to Mo Yao.

"Sixth sister, take a look and see if my painting looks like it. If there is anything that needs to be modified, tell me and we will change it immediately."

Mo Yao didn't expect Mo Erya to be so fast. She only said it in the morning and had already finished the drawing at noon. She compared it with the drawing based on the memory of her father's appearance, then pointed to the eyes in the drawing and said, "Second sister, my father His eyes are not that big, they are a little smaller and a bit longer.”

Oh, I get it, slender peach blossom eyes.

"And here..."

Mo Erya made some modifications to the portrait based on Mo Yao's description. Looking at the final painting, the little girl's eyes immediately turned red and she started crying. That's dad, Mo Yao is the one who loves Mo Yao the most. Dad!

"Second sister, you are the best. Yaoyao really likes you very much."

Mo Yao took the portrait and plunged into Mo Erya's arms. Mo Erya was stunned for a moment, then turned to rub Mo Yao's head gently, "Second sister also likes sixth sister very much. We will always be good sisters who love each other." .”

"Ah."

Mo Yao nodded heavily. They are biological sisters. They will always be good sisters who love each other. No matter what her mother says, she still likes the second sister. The second sister is obviously very powerful and treats Mo Yao very well. people.

That afternoon, when Mo Erya went to Qiao's house again, she asked Father Qiao about the book "The Years I Lived in the Class" and hesitantly said: "Master, did you give me the wrong book? "

Otherwise, how could it be such an outrageous...diary?

He is still a rich second-generation young man who is unwilling to learn art and is obsessed with escaping from prison... Well, no, it is a diary of escape. This is really a bit disillusioning.

Father Qiao was smoking a leaf cigarette, and his solemn face was visible in the smoke. He took a long puff, and Father Qiao faintly exhaled a gray smoke ring, "I didn't give you the wrong book, that's what my ancestor passed down."

"what?"

Mo Erya was shocked and expressed great confusion, "Master, why did the ancestor pass it down to such nonsense... ahem, such a strange book."

"Hey...this is not just your curiosity, every generation of us is also curious. It is said to be a treasure that must be passed down from generation to generation, but the content...ahem...it really doesn't look like there is any secret."

Thinking of what was written in the book, Father Qiao also felt a little uncomfortable on his face, "After all, it has been passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors. You should keep it and study it. If you really can't find anything, I will keep it as a thought in the future and pass it on to you." Future apprentice."

"I know Master."

Mo Erya nodded to express his understanding. This is the mascot of the sect. I don't know if there are any treasures in the book, but after all, it has been passed down for so many generations. No one wants to cut off the inheritance in their own hands, even though they are full of doubts. , but still bite the bullet and pass it down from generation to generation.

"Master, do we still have a sect? What's its name? Is it very powerful?"

Mo Erya was a little curious. She had been in the industry for so long. What sect did she join? She hadn't heard of anyone who learned carpentry and had a sect?

After all, it has been passed down for so many generations. I thought I was just learning carpentry. I never expected that it was still passed down.

"The name of the sect... I can't remember it for a long time... My ancestors heard that there were many amazing and talented people. However, as time has passed, many things have been lost. Besides, the times have changed. Big, those things may not be usable even now, they are already in decline..."

Otherwise, he wouldn't be the only successor to be like this. Thinking of this, Father Qiao sighed with emotion.

Mo Erya looked at Qiao's father thoughtfully. She remembered that the Qiao family had fled and settled in Mojiacun. The master had... Mo Erya just ignored this idea for a moment. Sometimes people are curious. Don't be too heavy-hearted.