Yang Mo struggled to stand up and staggered towards the door, Krystal saw it and hurriedly grabbed him: "How can you go in this situation, lie down for a while, sober up a little and then go back, anyway, your home is very close, and you are not in a hurry." ” Yang Mo, who pretended to be drunk, was pulled by Krystal and fell directly to the ground, startling her, and hurriedly called her sister to help him to the sofa, Yang Mo fell down directly as soon as he leaned on the sofa, looking like he was asleep, but at first he pretended, but he didn't expect to fall asleep later.
After Yang Mo was dealt with, the three of them had time to clean up the table, they had just seen it, Yang Mo ate all the dishes on the table, leaving an empty plate with only a little residual soup.
"Yang Mo can really eat, I don't know if I'm full."
Zheng Mu muttered.
The three of them cleaned up the mess left behind, and the two people who caused this mess were all asleep on the side, and the snoring sound was like a symphony, but it was not very good, and the three of them could only look at them angrily, but they were helpless.
I don't know how long it took, Yang Mo woke up with a muffled snort, pounded his head with his hand, Zheng's father next to him was gone, it seemed that he was helped to the room, Krystal was playing with his mobile phone on the TV, his body curled up in a ball, nested in the corner of the sofa, and the air conditioner was turned on in the room, so he wouldn't feel hot when he did this.
"You're awake!"
Krystal, who found that Yang Mo had woken up, moved to Yang Mo's side and shook his hand in front of his eyes: "What is this?"
” Yang Mo slapped her hand away, and sat up on the sofa with both hands: "What time is it?"
” "Half past eight."
Krystal said, looking at him.
"I'm going back."
Yang Mo said and stood up and walked to the door to change his shoes, Zheng's mother, who was taking care of Zheng's father in the room, and Jessica, who was playing with her mobile phone in the room, heard the movement outside, and hurriedly ran out to see, and found that Yang Mo had changed his shoes and was about to leave.
Yang Mo saw Zheng's mother and Jessica, bowed to them and said: "Auntie, I left first, I caused you a lot of trouble today, I really don't want to go, if you and your uncle are free that day, you can go to my house to sit, I will be hospitable and say goodbye!"
” Yang Mo finally said a word in Chinese, staggered down the steps, and Krystal hurriedly followed: "I'll send you back."
Yang Mo waved his hand: "No, I'm riding here."
As he spoke, he got on the air bike imitating the movement of catching a bicycle, turned his head and waved his hand, and left in a strange position.
"He's really drunk."
Krystal said.
"And not yet."
Jessica Dao.
"Let's go back."
Zheng's mother gave a summary instruction.
The three of them returned to the house, Krystal walked to the chair where Yang Mo was sitting, squatted down and touched the place where Yang Mo touched just now, where a few finger prints had been pinched, she turned the chair over and saw a clear pinch mark.
"What is this?
Do we have this thing on our chairs?
Jessica's words interrupted her thoughts.
Krystal touched the imprint with his hand and said, "This is made by Yang Mo." ” "Ah, why did he make our chairs like this, how can he sit here."
Jessica said angrily.
"No, Ernie," said Krystal, "I saw that he seemed to be in real pain at the end, and even the veins on his head were a little bulging. ” Jessica snorted coldly and left, still angry at Yang Mo for breaking her chair.
Krystal lowered her chair and followed her sister into the room, closing the door.
Yang Mo came home in this weird posture, do you want to play a full set of acting, until he really entered the house and closed the door, he returned to normal, at this moment his eyes were clear, his face was fair, yes, his skin was relatively fair, and the perennial practice of forging posture helped him drain the toxins in his body, plus he had been staying at home, so he looked very white, but under the shroud of transparent person mode, no one paid attention.
As soon as he entered the door, Yang Mo saw the little black who was about to become the main stone, it just looked at Yang Mo, its little eyes were full of sadness, and its mouth made a whining sound, master, you are finally back, Xiao Hei is dying of hunger.
Yang Mo walked up to Xiao Hei, picked it up and walked into the house: "Xiao Hei, I'm sorry, your master and I drank a lot of wine, and I fell asleep at Xiujing's house, knowing that you were hungry, I will cook for you immediately, a Chinese chef will cook for you, what else are you not satisfied with?"
” "Woo."
"Got it, beef porridge, multiple meats."
Yang Mo walked into the kitchen, did not cook slowly, but quickly cooked Xiao Hei's meal, from about twelve o'clock to eat, Xiao Hei has not eaten until eight o'clock, even people are hungry, not to mention that Xiao Hei has to eat at least four meals a day.
Xiao Hei was eating happily on the table, Yang Mo moved the computer to the kitchen, and processed the documents that had not been processed in the afternoon on the dining table, and finally processed them all before going to bed, took a few minutes to take a shower, lay on the bed and turned on the mobile phone to look, and there was a message from Krystal: "Are you home?"
Are you feeling better?
Remember to drink some milk, it can protect the stomach. ” Yang Mo was not ready to reply, because he was either asleep now, or drunk, or maybe drunk so he fell asleep.
After a little browsing of the news, it was eleven o'clock, Yang Mo put down his phone, covered the thin quilt and quickly fell asleep.
At five o'clock in the morning, Yang Mo got dressed and went downstairs to go out, only to find that Xiao Hei was waiting for him in the yard, Yang Mo stepped forward to help Xiao Hei straighten his hair: "Xiao Hei, why do you get up now?"
” Xiao Hei didn't scream, just looked at him, Yang Mo didn't know what Xiao Hei was going to do, shook his head and got up to go out, Xiao Hei followed behind him with his little short legs.
Yang Mo turned to look at it and said, "Are you going to run with me?"
” "Wangwang."
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"Okay, then follow me and don't be left behind."
Yang Mo thought about it and allowed Xiao Hei to follow him.
A little after five o'clock, there was no family in this high-end villa area, but the light from the street lamps was bright enough.
Yang Mo did the usual things as always, and he ate gnocchi with green vegetables in the morning, mainly simple.
Yang Mo was lying on the recliner in the flower room, wearing comfortable shorts and sweatshirts, holding a book in his hand, a cup of tea on his right hand, the living room was burning with Dingshen incense, and the curling green smoke rose, like a dragon and snake leaping, and spread and diffuse over the incense burner.
The family heirloom Dingshen incense is developed with medicinal herbs and flowers, the aroma is fresh and deep, elegant and not gaudy, burning a piece can last a day's taste, but smelling too much will make people lose their fighting spirit, and be content with calm, so Yang Mo is not often ordered, only occasionally when he wants some calm, he will burn a piece.
It won't be long before Yang Mo is going to attend the graduation ceremony, he doesn't plan to further his studies, in fact, if he wants to get a higher degree, he won't come here, although Sungkyunkwan is one of the top universities in Asia, but outside the world ranking of 100 points, Yang Mo's results are enough to enter those more well-known institutions, and he is extremely strong in his own right, being a lecturer is more than enough, and stronger.
Yang Mo doesn't want to run around with the professors, he also has a big company, and what he wants to do, he has his own rules of life, if he is allowed to live according to the laws of others, then what is the point of his previous efforts.
As for acquiring knowledge, Yang Mo has various ways to find what he wants, but it is a little troublesome and a little simple, and he retains the number of a more familiar professor for frequent communication.
He's not the kind of scholar in the first place, and he's not interested in studying those things in the lab all the time, he's just enriching his knowledge so that he doesn't make a mistake when using the control mode because a single data can't be calculated.
Today's weather is still hot, but it is much better than the day before yesterday, Yang Mo quietly finished reading in the morning, and after lunch, he had to practice wood carving.
The wood is soft and hard, the cork is soft and easy to carve, suitable for beginners, the hardwood is thick and hard and heavy and difficult to carve, Yang Mo is now using the hardwood carving.
Hardwood wood is tough, finely grained, bright in color, has all the advantages of carving, is the best material for carving, suitable for carving works with complex structure and fine shape, and is not easy to break and damage during the production process and preservation, has a high collection value, but it is more laborious to carve, and it is easy to damage the knife.
The carved wood needs to be dried, but whether it is manual drying, natural drying or simple manual drying, it seems too complicated for him, he just learns a little and promises that he will dry it, and then most of the wood is bought.
But hardwoods are usually more expensive, so he spends a lot of money on them, and that's one of his biggest places to spend his money.
Yang Mo walked to the gym, walked into the warehouse with the open Tang knife, there was a large amount of wood piled up in the warehouse, Yang Mo walked to a piece of wood, looked at it carefully, selected a section, lightly compared a line, stood up, pulled out the Tang knife, calmed down, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, the Tang knife in his hand passed quickly like a bolt of lightning, cut on that line, and the walnut wood was directly broken.
Yang Mo put away the Tang knife, squatted down and picked up the broken wood, touched it with his hand, the section was smooth, the Tang knife was already sharp, coupled with Yang Mo's strength and understanding and use of the knife, he directly cut off this rough wood.
Back in the woodcarving room, Yang Mo carefully observed the texture of the wood, and began to use a knife to cut off the wood on the surface.
As the outer wood was continuously shaved off, the exquisite patterns inside were revealed, and after splitting out a piece of blank, Yang Mo's hand slowed down, and the blade continued to cut through the wood, cutting off pieces of sawdust, and the hard wood seemed to be peeled off little by little under his knife as if there was no obstacle.
Yang Mo's hand is very steady, even the slightest bit will not tremble when carving, the knife is steady, accurate, ruthless, in a very short period of time you can get the next step from the new section of the next knife angle, strength, depth, which makes his carving look smooth, there is no sense of stagnation, the tip of the knife is flying, the blade is like silk, his knife is like a strange flower, and like a delicate wood grain, full of power and beauty.
Yang Mo carved a garden along the wood grain, but because the finished product was too complicated, Yang Mo could not finish carving in a few hours, he only carved a rough embryo, but it has been basically formed, but it needs to be completed in the next few days of meticulous carving.
Yang Mo put aside the semi-finished product, patted the sawdust on his body, got up and came to the living room, Xiao Hei was already waiting for him in the living room, and when he saw him come out, he immediately screamed.
"Okay, okay, I know, I'll cook for you right away, the old rule, I'll cook, and you'll just stay on the side, you know?"
Yang Mo said to Xiao Hei.
"Wangwang."