Beautiful and delicious

Even though they rushed again and again, Xiuyan and Dachu still failed to get home before lunch time. By the time the two of them were exhausted on the sofa at home, half of the afternoon had passed.

"Eat casually now, let's make dinner properly?" Xiuyan said, getting up from the sofa, went to the kitchen and took out two tubes of nutritional granules, poured one tube into her mouth, and threw the other tube to Da Chu.

Da Chu was not in the mood to protest, picked up the disgusting-looking paste and poured it into his mouth, and then his whole face wrinkled into a ball——

——The smell of green pepper is really weird.Weirdly, he was full of energy in an instant, jumped up and walked around the room twice.

Turning around, his gaze was attracted by the rusty and dusty iron handicrafts in the corner: "Xiuyan, are these handicrafts?"

Such a unique sense of design and complicated manufacturing process is not something that an ordinary miner's family can afford, but the house decoration must also be a master, so that they can be arranged without any sense of obtrusiveness.

Xiuyan was taken aback by the question, and thought for a moment for an uncertain answer: "It shouldn't be, it seems that a friend of my father made it himself."

"These things are actually very simple to make, and my father can also make a lot of very interesting gadgets." Xiuyan said, ran to open the door of the utility room, and brought out a palm-sized mecha figure.

Although the figure is small, it is lifelike, and the joints made of stones can still rotate.

In amazement, Da Chu took two steps forward, looked into the utility room, and saw that the stone statues and metal statues, large and small, were stuffed to the brim, and their arms and legs were rubbed together.

He couldn't help muttering: "Why don't you keep them well, these things are very valuable."

Even in the interstellar era, mechas are absolutely rare, and even the exquisite and highly restored mecha models are expensive. These stone statues in Xiuyan's house can almost allow him to live comfortably in Anruixing for ten years.

Xiuyan was taken aback by the words: "These broken things are also valuable, aren't they all made at home?"

Cut a few stones with a knife, and fight again, what a simple thing, not only can he do it himself, even the children in the nearby neighbors have one, and no one has seen that it is valuable.

"Everyone can write, can the writing of ordinary people be the same as that of calligraphers?" Dachu gave the ignorant Xiuyan a look, and asked him to take out all the stone statues to check carefully, and then asked about his Intend:

"But you know now, are you going to sell them?"

In the past, Xiuyan would definitely sell it, but now...he hesitated for a few minutes, then shook his head: "My parents didn't leave much, and I won't sell it for the time being. Alright."

Xiuyan said that she covered her head and dragged these stone statues one by one back to the utility room, where they were still crowded and arranged, while the metal lumps that were brought out at the same time were transferred to the study next door.

This can be regarded as improving the living standards of the stone statues.

After moving the heavy metal statue, the last thing Xiuyan picked up from the ground was a round metal ball, on which a beautiful yellow rabbit was drawn with unknown materials.

Xiuyan slapped his head: "Isn't this a cleaning robot made by my mother?"

It had been lost when their family moved here, and it never thought it would pop up again at this time.Xiuyan, feeling nostalgic and nostalgic, pressed the power button, and shouted out the activation words in a serious tone:

"Come on, Pikachu! I'll leave the cleaning up to you."

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the old robot starting up again, countless black lines appeared on Da Chu's forehead——

——Do you want to think about it that way?

Facts have proved that it is completely unreliable to let a robot, especially an old robot that has not undergone maintenance, work.

Pikachu, who looks petite and cute, is small in stature, but has great destructive power.When the built-in scrubber spray was turned on, it made a big circle in the living room and sprayed the whole room soaked.

Even the two humanoid creatures who wanted to stop them were not spared.

After spraying the water, it opened the rotten dusty sponge to wipe again, and it would make a harsh scratching sound when it was dragged on the ground.

But when Xiuyan picked it up and was about to press the stop button, the sound of its motor stopped and it turned off.

"There is no energy." Xiuyan threw Pikachu on the sofa with a bitter face, looking at the messy room, wanting to cry without tears.

Da Chu stood on the side shaking his head, wanting to scold him for what he deserves, but also distressed that he will have to do a lot of work, so he rolled up his sleeves, rubbed Xiuyan's hair and said:

"I'll accompany you, hurry up and tidy up."

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After cleaning and tossing until it was completely dark, the two of them were so tired that they only ate some canned food before washing up and nestling on Xiuyan's big bed.

One is distracted while holding a book, and the other is watching an old-fashioned variety show.

Xiuyan, who reads the book, doesn't read the book seriously and doesn't talk about it. She always likes to give spoilers to Dachu, and by the way, she complains about the stars she doesn't like.

Once, twice, three times, Dachu finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned off the show when Xiuyan spoke again, turned around and sat cross-legged on the bed, and said seriously to Xiuyan: "I'd better read like you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the book in Xiuyan's hand, and saw that the pages of the book were all crooked and intertwined with invisible beginning and ending lines, which were so twisted that it would kill patients with trypophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder .

On the header, the five-character book title is square - the art of lines.

"Art?" Dachu glanced at Xiuyan with a mysterious expression.

Xiuyan felt uncomfortable being looked at, and kicked him: "What kind of eyes are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Da Chu touched his nose and closed his mouth.Although Xiuyan is a carefree manual laborer, he may have inherited a gentle and delicate artistic heart.

How to say this kind of thing is accurate.

Xiuyan was amused by Dachu's tangled expression, and threw the book onto the bed as soon as she dropped it: "Oh, you really believe me, I didn't expect me to have such an artistic temperament."

He smiled and saw that the other party felt uncomfortable and wanted to run away, so he got up and took out a travel book from the bookshelf and handed it to Da Chu: "I won't bother you anymore, you can read this book."

The travel notes dug out by Xiuyan were written by a veteran. They are called travel notes, but they are actually short and concise local chronicles. Most of the sights visited along the way are battlefield relics, and some battle descriptions are interspersed from time to time between the narratives. .

Da Chu, who is not interested in small prose, only read a few pages and gradually became immersed in it, especially when seeing content related to various high-tech weapons or classic battles, the whole person's aura seems to have undergone subtle changes .

Xiuyan looked sideways at the bamboo pole unexpectedly, frowned calmly, and called softly: "Dachu?"

Dachu, who was immersed in the book, didn't respond, Xiuyan dragged his chin and just stared at the man.

I didn't realize that Da Chu's looks are quite pleasing to the eye. Eyes are eyes and nose is nose. The facial features look good separately, but when combined together, there is a special sense of disharmony.

It's not ugly, but it's a bit ordinary, and it's so ordinary that it doesn't look like a real person. Xiuyan can't help but think of her father who always changed his face when he was alive.

If she hadn't been very sure about her parents' death, Xiuyan would almost have thought that she had brought her father back.

Thinking of this, Xiuyan quietly ran out of the room to find the latest news magazines and hurriedly flipped through them one by one, but did not find any missing person notices.

"Xiuyan," Dachu also ran out at some point, "What are you looking for, do you want my help?"

Xiuyan stuck out his tongue and closed the newspaper: "No need, I'm just bored to see what entertainment news is coming out recently." He slapped his head and remembered something:

"By the way, the house next door brought some fruit over while I was taking a shower. Let's eat it while it's fresh."

As Xiuyan said that, she ran to the kitchen to take out a box, and stuffed it directly into Dachu.

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