After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 1061 Nezha Diao’s Aunt
Luo Junheng said he was disgusted, but his hands were honest.

He sat down on the stone steps in front of the tombstone, holding the exquisite little statue carved from southern red agate in his hand, rubbing the lines on it with his fingertips, feeling every knife Nezha carved, his blue eyes like The vast ocean stretches as far as the eye can see, with magnificent waves.

"Did you carve it yourself?" He opened his lips slightly, his voice slightly hoarse in the wind.

Little Nezha said softly "Hmm".

Luo Junheng raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Didn't you ask your mother to help?"

Little Nezha curled her lips and said, "No. I didn't even tell her. I asked my mother to teach me how to carve small statues before, but she refused, saying that it was hard for me to carve flowers or grass. I should practice that first. Don't even think about it. Reach the sky in one step. If I want to carve a small statue for my aunt, she will definitely have to help, but if she helps, it will not be my gift. "

Artists are more or less obsessive.

Nan Song is a perfectionist in the eyes of little Nezha, and is very picky about jade carvings. Although his mother usually loves and indulges him, she is very strict with him when it comes to jade carvings. She is a loving mother. , is also a strict teacher.

Little Nezha knows that his ability is not enough in front of his mother. If he wants her mother to help him modify the knife, he will probably modify it completely. After the modification, it will be completely different.

Of course, the little statue he carved now is indeed not good-looking.

It’s very hard to take.

Luo Junheng actually asked knowingly.

He knows Nan Song's carvings better than anyone else. An object carved by her when she was a child is still displayed in his study. It is a scene of a quarrel between her and Ms. Luo when she was a child.

It can be called a vivid and perfect reproduction.

Nezha was still young and could not hold the carving knife steadily, and the lines he drew were floating and clumsy, but every knife was carved by his own hands, and there was no imitation of others.

Whenever Luo Junheng thinks of the little guy holding a carving knife and concentrating on drawing lines and carvings, his heart feels like being pierced by the tip of the knife, causing a dull pain.

It's the kind of pain mixed with relief and emotion, with a lot of sadness.

Seeing that the eldest uncle didn't speak, he just lowered his head and rubbed the little statue. Little Nezha looked at it for a long time and couldn't bear it anymore. "Uncle, your hands are too dirty."

Luo Junheng: "..."

Little Nezha ran into the white cabin, took out a towel, wet it and wrung it out, then ran back, stood next to Luo Junheng, and said, "Give me your hand."

Luo Junheng handed over his hand like a good boy.

Little Nezha used a wet towel to wipe his muddy palms one by one, very carefully.Luo Junheng's palms were big and wide, with long fingers and strong knuckles, but the palms were not very beautiful and were covered with thick calluses.

It looks very rough.

Others might be surprised to see it, but Xiao Nezha has long been used to it.

There are not many good hands in their family. From the grandparents to the parents, including the second uncle and the second aunt, they all have calloused hands, and every one of them is easy to hold.

When little Nezha was a child, he even thought that this was a normal hand.

Until he saw the hands of his fourth uncle and Uncle Cheng, they were so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes away. The palms were as beautiful as the backs of their hands, slender and smooth, with almost no calluses.

Those are normal human hands.

"Okay, it's alright."

Little Nezha finished wiping his hands and commanded a child, "Keep touching." Listening to his coaxing tone, Luo Junheng wanted to laugh, raised the corners of his lips, continued to rub the little statue, and asked him, " Did you scratch your hands while carving?"

"Just once or twice, it's not heavy."

Little Nezha did not deny it. He was very frank, but his tone was also completely understated, and he did not take the injury to heart at all. "A jade carving master handles a knife every day, and there is no one who is not injured. It is normal. Be careful and don't scratch your hand." It’s too deep.”

From the first day he started holding a carving knife, his mother taught him how to deal with the wound if he accidentally cut himself. She told him clearly, "Mom and Dad will look at you, but they will not look at you after all." Throughout your life, you have to learn to take care of yourself.”

He said so, but he still looked at him all day long, for fear that he would accidentally hurt himself. This little statue was secretly carved by Nezha. He had taken care of the small wounds he accidentally got, but he had to stay away. My parents also put a lot of effort into their eyes.

"Nezha should give the little gift he prepared to his sister-in-law, right?"

In the study room in the rose garden, Nan Song and Yu Jinwen worked for a while. Nan Song still thought about his son. He raised his eyes and looked at the time, guessing that he had already arrived in Messuli.

Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song, "Didn't he give the sister-in-law he carved to his eldest brother?"

"No." Nan Song said: "The little guy has been carving it quietly for several months, hiding for fear of us seeing it. If you really give it to your eldest brother, you don't need to do this. And with how picky your eldest brother is, I will carve it out. He may not even be interested in my sister-in-law, let alone little Nezha’s three-legged cat skills, she will definitely be disgusted to death.”

Yu Jinwen couldn't help laughing when he saw Nan Song's expressive expression.

He got up from behind the desk, walked to Nan Song, picked her up directly, and took her to the sofa to rest for a while, massaging her while chatting.

"The little statue accidentally fell out of Tianzha's pocket when he was sleeping that day. At first I thought he was carving you..."

Before he finished speaking, Nan Song gave him a gentle slap, "Am I that ugly?"

Yu Jinwen raised his eyes and looked at her, "Sister-in-law is not ugly either."

"Of course my sister-in-law is not ugly, she is just made ugly by Nezha."

Nan Song thought of the horrible little statue and shook his head with a chuckle, "To tell you the truth, I thought he was carving me at first, but those eyes don't look like mine. They look more like my sister-in-law. You are I don’t know, the moment I recognized her as my sister-in-law, my world view was almost shattered, and I almost couldn’t control my hand and modify the knife for him.”

Yu Jinwen remembered that his wife was holding the small Nanhong statue. Her hands were shaking and her lips were trembling. The first thing she said to him was, "Where is my knife?"

"If you think about it this way, your son can carve small figures at this age, which is already great. You haven't taught him much, and he is self-taught."

Nan Song was comforted by Lao Yugan and nodded, "That's true. Our son is quite talented in jade carving. The key is that he is interested in this. But it must be his carving. If I carve it, If my sister-in-law is sculpted like that, my eldest brother can throw the portrait directly on my face, and then put a photo of her on my forehead so that I can take a good look at what she looks like."

But for Xiao Nezha, this is not necessarily the case.

Luo Junheng held the ugly little statue and couldn't put it down, and asked little Nezha, "Can you give it to me first? When you finish learning, how about carving another one for your aunt?"

The little Nezha chicken nodded as she pecked at the rice.

"Okay, no problem. Wait for me to carve a beautiful one for my aunt, like hers. I have never seen a woman more beautiful than my aunt. Uncle, you are so lucky."

Luo Junheng laughed softly.

He held little Nezha in his arms, kissed him on the back of his head, looked at Yan Xi, and spoke softly, like a ginkgo leaf floating in the wind and landing on the tombstone.

"I think so."

(End of this chapter)