my boyfriend is a disaster

Cheng Yuwei went to Xie Mo's house this time earlier than usual, and it was only one day since the last time. Grandma Xie was the happiest, but Xie Mo didn't immediately give them time to reminisce, and directly pulled Cheng Yu Wei entered his bedroom.

"Hey, what are you in a hurry for?" Cheng Yuwei was the first time he saw this man in such a hurry, he didn't even let himself and grandma talk for a few words.

Xie Mo asked him to sit on the bed, took out the flower board, paper and pen for sketching that he had prepared earlier and handed it to him: "Draw me your father's appearance."

"...What," Cheng Yuwei choked on the saliva, coughing up smoke, "You want to draw my father, why?"

He looked at Xie Mo incredulously, but saw that man handed the pen to him with a calm face, and said, "Of course it's useful, hurry up."

"How could I be able to draw!" Cheng Yuwei pushed his hand away, none of the few things he had drawn since he was a child could be recognized as the original.

"Then tell me, I'll draw." Xie Mo arranged the drawing board and paper, and looked at him with a pen.

"You, what are you going to do..." Seeing his serious face, Cheng Yuwei had to let out a sigh of relief, "Well, my father looks like me, um, the eyes are pretty... "

Cheng Yuwei really couldn't figure out why Xie Mo wanted to draw a portrait of his father when he had nothing to do. Following his description, Xie Mo's brush also moved, and Cheng Yuwei racked his brains to describe his father's image as well as possible. After being more specific, he took the time to look at Xie Mo's drawing paper, but he was so scared that he almost cried out.

Xie Mo's painting is not the real version of his father's portrait, but a slightly Q version, which looks very cute, but he perfectly expresses all the characteristics he said, which makes people feel at a glance It can be seen that the prototype of that character is his father.

"My God," Cheng Yuyi looked at the person who was still working hard on the painting with a shocked face, and said with emotion, "You are too good, I think the Public Security Bureau can invite you to paint portraits of suspects , to ensure that none of them can escape.”

Cheng Yuwei couldn't quite remember whether Qing Xiemo's certificates of merit included sketching, but he just felt that this person was really amazing, and his versatility had reached a certain level.

Xie Mo raised his head and glanced at him with a smile, added a few strokes to his painting, then held it up to his eyes and said, "Is it pretty? Ah, the point is the image?"

The person in the painting has neatly parted hair, a neat suit, and big eyes that look very loving.

Cheng Yuwei nodded in admiration: "It looks good, like, when I can draw such a picture, my dad will definitely go crazy with a whoosh."

Xie Mo's smile deepened, and he didn't answer, but Cheng Yuwei suddenly thought of something and said, "Hey, did you draw this as a gift for my dad?" I'm going to take him home this Saturday for dinner.

Xie Mo put down the drawing board, stood up and walked towards the cabinet with the wood carvings: "A gift must be given, but not this."

"Then..." Cheng Yuwei was about to ask why did you paint, when he saw him take out a cylindrical wooden block and an unfamiliar tool from the drawer on the lower floor, he couldn't help widening his eyes and said: "You don't mean to carve a wooden sculpture for my dad, do you?"

"Indeed." Xie Mo replied lightly, took a newspaper and spread it on the floor, took a cushion and put it behind, took his own painting and put it aside, sat down and began to carve.

It's not that Cheng Yuwei didn't expect Xie Mo to give his father a gift, and even thought that if he wanted to give him something like shark's fin and bird's nest, then he must stop him. There are so many things like that in his house, let alone the old man. Dad doesn't like to eat very much.But no matter how much he thought about it, Xie Mo would think of carving a wood carving for his dad!

Of course, Cheng Yuwei never saw anyone who did woodcarving in real life. Xie Mo held on to the carving knife, and his movements were dexterous and skillful. Gradually, more and more sawdust fell on the newspaper.Cheng Yuwei stared at him blankly for a long time before regaining his senses. He almost fell down in front of him and almost knelt down.

Xie Mo carved it from the bottom up, and already had the prototypes of shoes and pants. Cheng Yuwei stared at the wood intently, watching its little changes like a new one, and said almost subconsciously: "God, you Carve one for me too."

After speaking, he grasped Xie Mo's hand holding the wood.

"Hey," Xie Mo's knife was about to fall, and almost missed and stuck in his hand. At this moment, he turned around and tapped his hand lightly with the handle of the knife, "Release."

Cheng Yuwei let go of his hand, but rushed over to hug his waist, cried and said: "Male god, please carve me a statue, I was envious when I saw the statue of your parents last time, okay I want you to sculpt my image too!"

Cheng Yuwei hugged him tighter and tighter, and rubbed against him, but Xie Mo remained unmoved and said calmly: "If I want to give you a gift, I will consider it, but not now, I have to give it to you first." Dad's gift is ready."

"Oh." Cheng Yuwei let him go aggrieved, stepped back a little, and wiped away the tears he forced out.

Xie Mo continued to move, but he groaned in his heart, and he still controlled himself very well without showing it.

"Huh," Cheng Yuwei wiped his face and thought again, "Do you mean to give this gift to my father alone?"

"There is one more for Auntie, but you have to come one by one." Xie Mo said.

"Oh." Cheng Yuwei began to envy and jealous again.

Xie Mo's woodcarvings continued until dinner and he didn't finish carving. When he heard grandma calling them outside, he put down what he was doing, stood up and stretched his arms and said, "Let's go eat, I'm too busy today to give you Make something delicious."

Cheng Yuwei still looked at the wood carving that already had a rough shape, waved his hand and said, "Oh Xueba, you are so kind."

Xie Mo smiled: "This should be done tonight, and I will trouble you to come over and tell me about Auntie tomorrow."

"No problem." Cheng Yuwei said, patting his chest.

When the two came to the dining table, Grandma Xie had already placed four dishes on it. When the old man came out of the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks, he said rather complainingly: "The two children are so busy when they come back."

Cheng Yuwei hurriedly smiled and said, "Grandma, I'll have a good chat with you after dinner. I miss you these two days."

Xie Mo just smiled, took the bowl from grandma's hand to fill the rice.

There was no drink this time, so it only took about [-] minutes. After the meal, Cheng Yuwei and Grandma Xie went back to the living room, and Xie Mo went to wash the dishes alone, and came back to chat with them.

Although Grandma Xie liked Cheng Yuwei very much, she asked Xie Mo to send him back after only chatting for an hour. On the way, Cheng Yuwei said, "I guess I won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Oh? Why?" Xie Mo looked at him.

"Because I'll always wonder what your wood carving will look like." Cheng Yuwei stuck out his tongue.

"I'll let you see it tomorrow." Xie Mo patted him on the shoulder.

Cheng Yuwei really didn't sleep well that night, tossing and turning as he thought, which made Lin Ran ask him several times. When he wakes up in the morning, he hardly wants to continue the class. It's best to go to Xie Mo's house now to have a look.

And after seeing Xie Mo the next morning, he repeated his words several times, but he still didn't say anything, knowing that he would be laughed at by that person.

Unexpectedly, Xie Mo opened his backpack, took out a small box and handed it to him: "Let's have a look."

After he finished speaking, he took out the book and sat on the chair to read it, with a faint smile on his lips all the time, as if he had expected the behavior of the person in front of him long ago.

Cheng Yuwei hurriedly opened the box, and he screamed as soon as the contents fell in front of his eyes.

It was a wood carving about [-] centimeters long, and it looked exactly like the one I saw on Xie Mo's drawing board last night. Now that it has become a three-dimensional wood carving, it is more lifelike and vivid, just like a Q version of my dad. Stand in front of yourself like this.

"You're such a good student." Cheng Yuwei sat down with a lot of emotion while holding the wood carving, thinking how happy his father would be when he saw this wood carving.

Xie Mo just smiled and didn't answer.

"By the way, Xueba," Cheng Yuwei said after watching it for a while, "Let's discuss something."

"What's the matter?" Xie Mo raised his eyes.

"You don't have to carve my mother, just carve me. Anyway, she likes me, and she will be happier if you carve me."

Xie Mo endured it for so long and finally couldn't help laughing. After laughing happily for a while, he cleared his throat, held back his smile and said solemnly: "No, this is for Auntie, it cannot be changed to yours."

"Xueba, just make one for me..." Cheng Yuwei cried bitterly on the table, and it seemed that he was about to pounce on the person in front of him and wag his tail soon.

"Okay, don't make trouble." Xie Mo stretched out his hand to hold his wrist soothingly, "This time I'm visiting your parents, the things I want to give you will wait until next time, okay? I'll try my best to make it for you." One, it’s not too late.”

"You said that." Cheng Yuwei sniffed and looked at him pitifully, "You said you would make one for me, you can't break your promise."

"Of course." Xie Mo nodded.

"Pull the hook." Cheng Yuwei stretched out his little finger.

"Hook." Xie Mo hooked his little finger with his hand, then rolled his eyes, turned his thumb around as if teasing him intentionally, and stuck it on his thumb.

Cheng Yuwei's face turned red.

He immediately withdrew his hand, not daring to look at the man looking at him with smiling eyes, coughed a few times pretending to be calm, and said, "Well, okay, let's go to class."