Carve a flower on the carpenter's heart

Yu Hang didn't go back the next day, he was serious about learning to do woodcarving.

I slept until I woke up naturally in the morning, went to the vegetable market with old man Sun after breakfast, walked around a lot and came back to eat lunch and take a nap for two hours.

Luo Xiao first went to the warehouse to pick out a few pieces of dried ginkgo wood for him, then threw a piece of paper to him: "Can you draw?"

Yu Hang thought about the experience of the previous 18 years carefully, and asked unsurely, "Does graffiti count?"

"You mean the wall painting?" Luo Xiao asked.

Yu Hang was silent for a while: "Actually, I have also painted walls, just take colored pencils and crayons and hit the wall, and it will be done."

Luo Xiao didn't make any comments after listening, but went back to the room and took out a picture album.

"There are flowers on it, you can draw them on the board with a pencil later, the size can be controlled by yourself."

Yu Hang blinked his eyes and heard him say a few words, but still didn't react: "And then?"

"Then?" Luo Xiao recalled his previous experience of learning woodcarving from his grandfather, "Then you...you can call me after you finish this step."

Yu Hang looked at his figure sitting on the workbench, then lowered his head and looked at his hands in a daze.

So why does Luo Xiao think he can copy flowers by looking at them?

Although his brain and eyes feel very simple, what can he do if his hands don't cooperate?

To learn woodcarving, shouldn't the master lead the disciples to teach them patiently?

Luo Xiao sat in front, shrinking his neck. He always felt a little cold on his back, but he didn't turn on the fan today.

Yu Hang looked resentfully at Luo Xiao's back on the phone screen, and clicked on the barrage.

-Little brother, turn your head!

- Brother Yu, what's the relationship between you two?

-What's the relationship? Make up your own brain.

-Brother Yu, can you make up for your live broadcast time?

- It's where my little brother works. Where's that kid?

Yu Hang was a little puzzled. No one in the barrage said he almost showed his face the night before.

But this is a good thing, he is not stupid enough to ask.

"My little brother is my woodcarving master, but he just let me paint and left. I can't paint." Yu Hang was a little helpless.

"Does the kid mean Tiantian? He's just studying here, and he's probably going back to his parents' house now that he's on vacation."

"It's too hurtful to talk about the length of time. I'll broadcast it for a while during the holidays."

"Why don't you go home for Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day?" Yu Hang was stunned for a while, "I still have something to do here, I'll go back after I finish it."

"What are you carving?" Yu Hang opened the album in his hand, "I want to carve, but the little carpenter's drawing is too difficult, I can't even draw, let alone how to carve."

-Let the little brother help you draw on the board~

-Cut the paper and draw on the board.

-Why do you want to start wood carving?Is it because the game is not fun or the voice can't sing?

"Because of love..." Yu Hang chose a slightly flat place on the table, put the phone on it, and the camera was rarely aligned with his hand.

"...will not be sad easily, so everything looks happy..."

- Sing when there is disagreement.

- Brother Yu showed his hand! !Why is no one excited?

-......

-......

-I may be old, now I feel that unless brother Yu shows his face, I won't be able to get excited.

- +1 on the front, maybe a live broadcast accident made us numb.

-... did I miss something?

Yu Hang took time to look at the barrage, feeling a little skeptical, he got up and walked to Luo Xiao, and borrowed his mobile phone to post on Weibo.

Sure enough, it was Tang Huan who 'cleaned up' behind his back.

The link to the last live broadcast was deleted, and Tang Huan also sent a notice that he would control the comments, but because the number of fans is not large, the spread is not very obvious.

Although he didn't know why Tang Huan clarified that it was a live broadcast accident on his own initiative, he still cooperated and gave a like.

When returning the phone to Luo Xiao, Yu Hang asked cheekily again: "How do you move the drawing on the paper to the board?"

Luo Xiangxiang glanced at him as if he was mentally retarded: "All I draw are line drafts, you just follow the drawing."

Yu Hang: "..."

Is he too stupid?Why can't he understand such a simple two sentences.

Floating all the way back to the table, he took the paper and printed it in different ways on the board, but he couldn't find a way to copy it directly.

Yu Hang threw the board away and admitted that he was stupid.

"Ji Wenjie asked if you have anything to bring?" After a while, Luo Xiao turned around and asked. He watched Yu Hang bury his head in writing and thought he was drawing, so his voice lowered a bit, "They rent back Go to the house to get a change of clothes, and I will go to the supermarket in a while."

Yu Hang raised his head and thought for a while: "No, if you want to eat something, we can go out and buy it later."

Luo Xiao nodded, stood up and walked to his desk, and glanced at the paper.

"...I thought you were drawing."

Yu Hang lifted the corner of his mouth and shook the paper on his hand: "How is it? Is the drawing good?"

Luo Xiao stood behind him and frowned and looked at him for a long time: "Are you copying people?"

"Ah." Yu Hang nodded solemnly, "Does it look familiar?"

Luo Xiao carefully thought about the people around him, but he couldn't find anyone who matched the deformed comrade in the painting. Maybe Yu Hang is an abstract artist.

"It looks familiar... Don't you want to carve flowers?" He opened his eyes and said nonsense, and tactfully changed the topic.

"Carving!" Yu Hang glanced at the clean wooden board, and asked tentatively, "How did you learn it in the first place? Did someone teach you by hand? Just by holding the back of the hand."

"What are you thinking?" Luo Xiao said, "Everyone grasps the carving knife with different strength. Who would grasp the back of someone's hand to practice? Do you think you are in kindergarten?"

"But I don't know how to draw." Yu Hang supported his head with a distressed expression.

Luo Xiao was a little suspicious: "You can't just follow the picture?"

Yu Hang spread his hands helplessly: "Who gave you the illusion that I can copy it just by looking at it."

Luo Xiao shook his head: "I overestimated you." After speaking, he lifted the board, picked up the pen, and sketched a few strokes on the board without much pause. After a while, a flower bloomed roses are printed on it.

"Leave the line a little wider. You can use the round knife I just gave you, or you can find your own knife and use it. There is nothing special about it. You can chisel along slowly and do whatever you want. Make it." Anyway, he didn't think Yu Hang had the patience to continue carving.

What Luo Xiao is currently making is a pair of earrings, which are customized by a boy who studies design. The manuscript is provided by himself. The shape is simple, but it looks quite majestic.

He didn't provide the wood, so Luo Xiao quietly went to Old Sun's screen carving workshop to pick up a few pieces of mahogany scraps the size of a thumb. Anyway, this person who came to order is generous, and he might get a good reputation if he returns a good wood. .

Luo Xiao overestimated Yu Hang's painting ability, but also underestimated his endurance.

This afternoon, Yu Hang just sat on the stool and didn't move a single time. He didn't drink water or go to the bathroom.

It wasn't until after five o'clock in the afternoon that the flowers on the wooden board took shape, but the lines were not smooth and the edges were still rough, but it could be made up for with light refreshments later.

Yu Hang looked quite satisfied, at least it proved that he was not handicapped and had a lot of room for improvement.

Luo Xiao waited for him to finish admiring himself and was about to teach him how to fix the light when the phone on the workbench rang. He first raised his finger and checked the message on the screen of Yu Hang’s phone that reminded him that there was no battery before turning back to answer the phone .

Yu Hang turned off the live broadcast, threw the hot phone under the fan to blow it, and then happily picked up a small brush to clean the bumpy wooden boards.

"Smashed?" Luo Xiao rushed to Yu Hang's desk, dragged him towards the courtyard gate with an overly serious expression, "You call the police first, and we'll come over right away."

Yu Hang only had time to put down the plank before he was dragged away by Luo Xiao, staggering a bit.

"What's wrong? What was smashed? Zhou Xiang was smashed?" Seeing his serious expression, Yu Hang didn't dare to smile anymore.

Luo Xiao led him to the entrance of the alley, stopped a tricycle first, and then said coldly after getting on it: "It wasn't Zhou Xiang, it was the house we rented that was smashed, including... those in your room. Appliances."

Yu Hang was stunned for a second: "Then my computer?"

He didn't get a response after speaking, his heart sank, and he didn't ask any more, but quickly calmed down and thought about it, wondering who the two of them had offended in this place?