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

"Master, then I'm going to continue practicing."

"Well, let's go."

After asking about the doubts in his heart, Mo Erya went to sit down in the place that had been prepared for him, picked a suitable piece of wood, thought about it, and then started to carve it carefully according to the appearance in his mind.

Father Qiao looked at Mo Erya's serious look and nodded with satisfaction. When he was willing to teach Mo Erya, he was only concerned because the two families were neighbors, and the third and third brothers of the Mo family were both free-spirited. It was really not easy to mess with, so I reluctantly agreed.

Originally thinking of teaching casually, the little girl was also enthusiastic for a while and was able to handle it quickly. Unexpectedly, she finally settled on the title of master and disciple.

Sometimes I have to sigh, fate is so wonderful, but the little girl is indeed a child with good talent. How long has she been studying with him and she has done something well? At her speed, it really takes less than a year. In the next year, he will be able to start teaching...

This……

It really made Father Qiao a little bit upset. He thought about how when he was studying with his master, the master praised him for his talent. Just like that, he followed the master and studied for almost ten years before graduating. The more he thought about it, the more he became more and more upset. .

"Clang clang clang..."

Father Qiao knocked his cigarette rod on the ground, stood up and went directly into the house with his hands behind his back. He is old and cannot compare to these young people~

Mo Erya has been carving wood carvings for almost a week, and has become more and more proficient in mastering the feel and strength of the knife. He can almost know it by heart, and he can do it without stopping.

An hour passed very quickly. Mo Erya looked at the clearly visible figure statue in his hand and smiled with satisfaction. As long as he went back and polished it, he could give his sixth sister a surprise tomorrow.

After saying goodbye to Father Qiao, Mo Erya was about to go home, but Father Qiao stopped her and said, "Erya, come here early tomorrow. You already have time to learn carving. Follow me and learn how to make tools tomorrow. "

"Okay, Master."

Mo Erya returned home happily. First, she read a book for more than half an hour according to her daily study plan. After eating, she continued to perfect the wood carving. As she cut, the portrait became more and more beautiful. It's getting clearer.

"Erya, you carved this... your second uncle?"

Mo Wangzhong looked at the familiar portrait in Mo Erya's hand with a complicated mood.

"Sixth sister misses dad. I'll carve one for her. Dad, do you think it looks like this?"

Mo Erya put away the knife and handed the portrait to Mo Wangzhong. Mo Wangzhong took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, "The statue was carved out of the same mold as himself. Even the ruffian smile is exactly the same."

Thinking of Mo Wangshi, Mo Wang felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, "Mo Yao is a filial child."

Zhang Huihui also came over to take a look, and then her eyes lit up, "Erya, you can carve something so difficult, so can you carve a Guanyin for me... No, no, no, let's carve a God of Wealth!"

"Okay, but it may be a little slower. I have to learn to make tools from the master tomorrow."

Zhang Huihui quickly said, "Don't rush this thing. Carve it slowly. It's best to give it a color after it's carved. That way you'll feel comfortable looking at it."

"Row."

Mo Erya agreed to his mother's request.

"Sister, I want it too, I want it too, carve it for me..."

Mo Wuwa was also eager to ask Mo Erya to carve it for him, but before she could finish her words, Zhang Huihui covered her mouth and dragged her away, "What kind of carving are you carving? Your sister is busy. Don't bother your sister all the time." .”

"mom……"

Mo Wuwa looked at Zhang Huihui in disbelief, "Mom, I am your biological son too!"

How can you treat them so unreasonably and differently?What's wrong with carving something for him?What's wrong? !

"Your sister is still my biological daughter!"

Zhang Huihui rolled her eyes, "People who are so bad at studying don't deserve to make demands. They just know that they want this and that. Why haven't I seen you learn [-], [-], [-], [-], [-]? You go and go, while you study, you are a lousy learner." Are you embarrassed to say this?"

Mo Wuwa:......

This is absolutely discrimination, blatant discrimination!

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and study."

Mo Wangzhong gave Mo Wuwa a hard fight and sent him to do his homework.

Mo Wuwa: ...What is going on in this family? Is it so intolerable for him?

Shen Jing was also coaxing Mo Yao, "Yao Yao, are you still angry with mother?"

Shen Jing took out an exquisite hairpin from her bag and handed it to Mo Yao, "Dang dang, Yaoyao, look, what good things did mom bring you?"

"Candy hairpin?!"

Mo Yao's eyes lit up, and she looked at the hairpin in Shen Jing's hand with joy, "Mom, did you buy it specially for me?"

"Silly girl, of course I bought it specially for you!"

Shen Jing pinned the hairpin on Mo Yao's hair and looked at her carefully, "It's so beautiful."

"thanks Mom."

Mo Yao sweetly thanked Shen Jing.

"Are you still angry with mom?"

Shen Jing looked at her funny, Mo Yao pursed her lips and shook her head, "I'm not angry with mom."

Now that her father is gone, she only has her mother. She loves her mother very much, but it is too late to love her mother. How could she be angry with her mother? But...she was really wronged yesterday. She just wanted to create a father. Not only did her mother not She understood, but she got so angry that she even confiscated the wooden horse given to her by her second sister.