Wen San'er

It has to be said that Cheng Yu's reaction was different from San'er's imagination.On the second day after the incident of taking the medicine, when San'er was trying hard to think about how to tell the thin-skinned young master about changing the medicine, Cheng Yu was very natural and called San'er to go there in the afternoon .In fact, I don't need to change the medicine so often, the doctor only told me to change it once every three days.But because of the special location of Chengyu's wound, San'er felt that it would be better to change the dressing every day to heal faster.

San'er lowered his eyebrows and came to Chengyu's bed. He was uncomfortable with the movement of the familiar place today. San'er seemed to have a ghost in his heart, and he didn't dare to look into Chengyu's eyes.But Cheng Yu is much calmer than him, no emotion can be heard from his words, it's just very flat, revealing a little weakness: "How many times did the doctor give you the medicine?"

"Three times. The doctor said that the medicine for this application should be boiled and cold, so it is inconvenient to take more."

"Oh, go to the doctor to get the medicine every three days, you go there yourself, and come and change my medicine at this time every day."

"Yes." San'er pursed her lips for some reason.

Cheng Yu, who was sober today, cooperated a lot compared to yesterday, he didn't struggle and scream much, and San'er focused on changing the dressing, knowing that he was interrupted by a sentence.

"Candlestick."

Chengyu didn't understand what kind of mentality he had, maybe he was curious why San'er didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, maybe he wanted to laugh at himself who was so coquettish and vulgar, or maybe it was just holding his breath that he would Tell Saner the murder weapon.

"what?"

San'er didn't hear Chengyu's words clearly at first, but when he confirmed that what he heard was the word "candlestick" that Chengyu said, he immediately understood. He also stopped, slowed down for a while, Cheng Yu didn't rush him, until later he slowed down and gradually resumed the movements of his hands.

This incident, as ten days later, Chengyu's wound scabbed, it was so peaceful, and it faded away with time.

But for San'er, it sparked another thought in him.

There are so many things in the market today, San'er picked a piece of nanmu with a light and well-proportioned color from an old man.Why choose nanmu?You should know that not only is Nanmu a local tree species in Ganzhou, which is relatively common in the market, but more importantly, Nanmu has a well-proportioned texture, fine wood, small expansion and contraction deformation, easy processing, and resistance to decay. It is the best kind of soft wood.It was this little piece of wood that cost San'er half a month's wages, but San'er felt it was worth the money.

What is such a precious piece of wood used for?San'er borrowed his father's knife, and when he was free on weekdays, he quietly hid in his room and processed it quietly. He didn't even dare to throw away the leftover sawdust in a big way. It was winter, although Ganzhou was not very cold in winter, but San'er still used an excuse to burn the sawdust in his room.Why so sneaky?Because, he wanted to carve a wooden sculpture of equal size, so it goes without saying who he would give it to.It’s just that this object is not big, but it’s difficult to say, because the shape San’er has seen many times and it doesn’t look very complicated, so for San’er who is doing carpentry for the first time, It's not too difficult, and San'er hardly cut his hand, but it took a long time. In order to clearly carve the head of the thing, and the veins and textures on the stem, it has to be compared with the real thing a little bit. Let’s practice goodness, so San’er sometimes has to touch Xiao San’er by himself, but it’s not easy for you to control this thing and keep it in a fixed state. I believe many men have this experience, either don’t start, or just don’t start. Don't stop, make it to the end in one go.But this brought up another problem. After doing it, the body itself is exhausted. In addition, it is really inhumane to let the right hand work continuously!So, under all kinds of difficulties, San'er insisted on doing it for two months before finishing this thing satisfactorily.