He is cold and distant

Whether in the past or now, he has never learned about carving methods, but such a clear face has always emerged in his mind.

At that time, what he carved was the appearance when he saw the young master for the first time. The cold and immature face just stayed in his eyes, unable to disappear and linger at the same time.

Later... Mu Yuanzhu looked down, the bowl of clear soup in front of him, the wood carving he gave to the young master, was covered with a lot of dust.

He wanted to wipe it off, but before he had time, he fell heavily on the ground. The original intact thing was so fragile that it couldn't stand a little bit of tossing.

The cracks on the edge also became more and more as time passed, and finally became more and more fragmented, making it impossible for him to start, let alone make it stick together as before.

He used to hold the carving knife in his hand, so much anticipation and hope, but then how frustrated and hopeless it was.

So, after he left, he simply threw the wood carving away, because he suddenly realized that everything he did was in vain.

But now, he still wants to work in vain again, even if it is useless, it can't meet his expectation. This point has not been changed from the beginning to the end.

"Yuanzhu, what gift are you going to give brother?" Bian Fanxu asked Mu Yuanzhu curiously.

"It's beautiful." Mu Yuanzhu didn't use much for dinner, so he stood up and walked back to his room.

Bian Fanxu was confused by Mu Yuanzhu's words: Why did this person not let him give him nice things, but he was going to give them nice things?

Mu Yuanzhu was sitting next to the desk at this moment. On the table were the materials and utensils he had selected in advance.

After spending several hours, he looked at the already formed object in his hand, made some final finishing touches, and placed it in a box aside.

Then I turned off the light, lay down on the bed, and began to rest with my eyes closed.

On the second day, the sky was bright, and Bian Fanxu checked last night. Lu Tanzhou told him about the location of the pottery shop. After breakfast, he went to have a look.

"Master Fanxu, why are you getting up so early again?" Housekeeper Kun cleaned up the yard and saw Fanxu sitting beside him, talking to him.

"Steward Kun, you also got up early." When Bian Fanxu came down, he saw Butler Kun busy in the yard.

"I have work to do." Butler Kun has been doing this job for a long time, so naturally there will be no time for laziness.

"You and the young master, as well as the young master Yuanzhu, are studying now. Sleeping longer can also avoid being too tired." Butler Kun mainly felt that these people were still children.

"Steward Kun, those who get up early will have food." Bian Fanxu had to get up early in his poor life.

No one will extend their hand to you just because they pity your weakness. Most people in this world will choose to turn a blind eye when they see people with ragged clothes and withered faces.

After all, the living conditions are not the same, and people also have their own thoughts and worries.

In this way, you and I don't know each other at all, and we don't have any friendship at all. Indifference is just a matter that is understandable.

"Have you ever been hungry before?" Bian Zimo walked into the living room and heard what Bian Fanxu said.

"Brother, are you up?" Bian Fanxu turned to look at Bian Zimo, he just said it casually, how could he be overheard, it's quite uncomfortable.

"When my mother and I lived together, my mother was away from home for work. When I was young, I didn't know how to cook, so I had to go hungry." Bian Fanxu replied to Bian Zimo's words.

"You say that..." Bian Zimo looked at Mu Yuanzhu who had just walked out of the room, and at the same time glanced back at Bian Fanxu, "You two are quite similar in some ways."

"What is the similarity?" Mu Yuanzhu didn't know the content of the conversation between Bian Zimo and Bian Fanxu.

But... why did the young master bring him and Bian Fanxu together again?He still felt a little heartbroken.

"Fanxu said that when he was young, he would have an empty stomach." Bian Zimo could remember that Mu Yuanzhu was at Bian's house. Although this kind of situation did not happen frequently, it still happened occasionally.

Mu Yuanzhu was silent for a while, and then said: "There is no way to choose."

The humbleness and lowness of this world trapped them, because from the very beginning, they were deprived of the right to choose.

But it doesn't matter, one day, these attached shackles will become a sharp weapon for them to escape, because they have lived in such a terrible situation, so even if they are imprisoned in the future, they will still choose not to compromise.

"Yes, what Yuanzhu said makes sense." Bian Fanxu continued Mu Yuanzhu's words, indeed he couldn't choose, what he said was right.

"Really?" Bian Zimo didn't have much experience of this kind of life, and what often clings to him is also rotten to the bone. "Then I can only express my sympathy for you."

External hunger and internal pain, once anyone gets involved, will lose a layer of skin inside or out, but no matter what kind, only those who have experienced it will have the most real feelings.

Sharing and helping can't reduce much, the pain that has already happened, so most of the time, it is useless.

Bian Fanxu didn't say anything different to Bian Zimo's words, but... Brother, do you really sympathize when you express your sympathy so bluntly?

Why does it make people listen to it, and there is a feeling of wanting to shed bitter tears?

"Master, you know that this kind of thing is not needed by others." Mu Yuanzhu looked serious.

"What do you need?" Bian Zimo's tone at this time was somewhat meaningful.

"Master, you don't understand." Mu Yuanzhu didn't give a clear answer.

"Little Zhuzi, you know a lot?" Bian Zimo secretly thought it was funny, this little wolf cub...has learned to play tricks now.

"Master, breakfast is here." Steward Kun took advantage of the time when they were talking, and went to the kitchen to put the food on the dining table.

"I see." Bian Zimo responded to Butler Kun, and walked over to the dining table.

Mu Yuanzhu and Bian Fanxu also sat at the dining table, and they ate their meals quietly, only speaking a few words occasionally.

After the meal, Bian Zimo didn't go out and stayed at Bian's house, Mu Yuanzhu went to Lu's house, and Bian Fanxu walked in the direction of the pottery shop.

Because the distance was a bit far, when Bian Fanxu went out, he hailed a car.

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at our destination. Since it was still early, there was no one outside the store at this time.

However, Bian Fanxu looked up, and the sign hanging on the storefront, judging by the paint color, should be an old-fashioned storefront.

He walked in, saw the staff inside, told him what he wanted to do, and after a while, he was taken to the pottery workshop behind.