In the end, Zheng Xiujing ran out crying, Yang Mo didn't follow, just stared at her back coldly, and then slammed the door with a "bang", and then there was a roar from inside, and then there was a crackling sound of throwing things indiscriminately, Yang Mo was almost unable to control himself, and the expensive mahogany chair in the living room was slammed on the ground by him, and the floor was shattered into wood slag.
Zheng Xiujing stood in front of the courtyard gate of Yang Mo's house, listening to the angry voice coming from inside, squatting at the door with her face covered, crying silently, the weather in December was already cold, the cold wind was blowing outside, only a few leaves of Zero Ding were shivering in the wind, in her heart, it was far colder than now.
Obviously, it doesn't matter, but it's like a breakup, and it hurts to the bone marrow.
Father Zheng walked to her side gently, put his hand on her shoulder, did not speak, just watched quietly, his eyes were full of pity and love and distress, seeing his daughter crying so much for a man, he had an urge to rush into the door and beat Yang Mo, but in comparison, his daughter was more important.
"Abba!"
Zheng Xiujing raised her head and saw her father, she screamed, threw herself into Zheng's father's arms and cried loudly, like a cuckoo crying blood, grieving.
"Okay, okay, our Xiujing don't cry, let's go home, your doll mother and Ernie are still waiting at home."
Father Zheng knew what was going on, he knew it from the time the scandal came out, he had always paid attention to his daughter, he believed in his daughter, but he didn't know what to say, he knew Yang Mo's thoughts about his daughter, and because of this, he could understand, but he wouldn't forgive, he didn't talk much, just quietly accompanied his daughter.
"Hmm!"
Zheng Xiujing lightly "um", wiped her tears vigorously, and walked home holding her father's arm, but the tears in her eyes kept rolling in her eyes, unable to forget, unable to let go, and unable to dissipate!
Father Zheng glanced at Zheng Xiujing distressedly, and gently touched her head with his other hand, Zheng Xiujing looked up at him, he smiled slightly: "We Xiujing is the best, in order to reward you, let's go out to eat tomorrow, we are a family, happy, you can eat whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you are poor!"
” "Poof," Zheng Xiujing couldn't help laughing when she looked at her father's last frowning expression, "Abba's expression is so ugly!"
” "It's like a figure-of-eight eyebrow."
Father Zheng shrugged his eyebrows, revealing obvious eight-figure eyebrows, Zheng Xiujing also shrugged his eyebrows, and two pairs of eight-figure eyebrows danced under the night sky, which was a little funny.
"Hahahaha!"
The father and daughter looked at each other, and laughed at the same time, as if their sadness had been diluted a lot.
Yang Mo stood quietly in front of a glass wall, there was a large piece of broken glass on the ground, Yang Mo's hands were clenched, and he didn't say a word, even if he smashed such a hard glass wall, he didn't seem to have any fluctuations at all, some were just dark that blended with the night.
After standing for long, Yang Mo turned around and walked into the wood carving room, ignoring the glass fragments that fell to the ground, nor the wooden chair and floor that he had smashed.
The angry knife seemed to be sharper, and the edge of the Tang knife was like a silver light, cutting off a large piece of wood in an instant, and then a big hand with slender fingers easily grabbed that piece of wood, and walked upstairs step by step, heavy as a hammer.
A complete set of wood carving tools was neatly placed beside Yang Mo, and the calf-thick yellow rosewood was quickly cut out of a prototype under Yang Mo's hands, which was a hand, slightly open, and nothing could be seen.
The blade is like silk, the silk is in the buckle, and the sawdust is flying, like falling leaves, golden and bright.
The eye is the window to the soul and possesses spirituality to express the emotions of its owner, whether it is affection, affection, anger, or resentment.
The precious hn yellow pear gradually took shape in Yang Mo's hands, the fingers were slender, smooth as jade, and the wood silk was scattered, and pieces of lines appeared on the surface of the palm, which was not like the palm lines of a human hand, which made people feel a little weird.
Then, an eye appeared on the palm, then a second, then a third......
When the surface of the wooden hand covered the eyes, Yang Mo changed to another tool, gently retouched, and then polished and waxed until all the eyes bloomed with divine light.
When all the work is completed, Yang Mo put the wood carving on the wooden frame not far away, the sky is already bright, looking up, the sunlight shines on the wood carving of the eyes and hands, and the eyes that are densely packed all over the surface of the wood carving are flashing with a strange light in the morning sun.
Eight sufferings, seven sins, and all kinds of negative emotions are engraved in those eyes one by one, just a glance makes people shudder, evil, horror, resentment, death, all kinds of ominous are perfectly expressed by Yang Mo, he has experienced all, can understand these feelings very deeply, such as poppies make people addicted, but like poppies make people disgusting.
The golden sunlight cast in the early morning, and the cracks in the plain curtains painted with simple and exquisite pictures shone on Zheng Xiujing's fair face, which was transparent and warm.
Zheng Xiujing slowly opened her eyes, cold and lonely, only slightly swollen eyes, and the marks on the pillow showed that last night was not peaceful.
She froze on the bed for a while, then put on her slippers and dragged all the way to the living room, where Zheng's father, Zheng's mother, and Sika were sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"Abba, Mommy, Ernie, don't you have to go to work?"
"Xiujing, didn't you say that the whole family would go out to eat together today, did you forget?
What's wrong with your eyes, let me see!
Mother Zheng noticed the strangeness of Zheng Xiujing's eyes, and quickly got up and asked with concern.
"It's nothing, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm a little sleepy."
She didn't want to say that she cried for a long time last night, she didn't want her family to worry, and she didn't want to confide her thoughts, but looking at the situation, everyone should already know.
"I cried for a long time last night."
"No, Mom, I played with my phone last night."
Mother Zheng sighed and said, "I'll get you a towel to warm up." ” "Thank you, Mom."
"This kid."
"Isn't it Yang Mo!"
Zheng Xiuyan walked up to her sister and said, she became more and more unhappy with Yang Mo, and made her sister cry three times and twice, this time it was more serious!
Zheng Xiujing didn't want to talk about Yang Mo, just shook her head and said, "Ernie, don't say it." ” "Otherwise, let's not go to the law of the jungle, it's so bitter there, why do you want to go, at most you will lose some money, and I don't want my daughter to run into the jungle and suffer."
Father Zheng came over and said, in fact, it was also to let her and Yang Mo avoid it, after all, it had just happened, and the two would look a little awkward together.
It's just that Zheng Xiujing has her own thoughts, she shook her head lightly, and said stubbornly: "Abba, I will definitely go, I must do a good job!"
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” Father Zheng looked at his daughter's serious appearance, and shook his head helplessly, his little daughter is too assertive, she has been very sensible since she was a child, since she has decided, let her go.
Zheng Xiujing and her family went to the street to eat, and the family could alleviate the haze, but Yang Mo's family was far away in China, he had nothing to say, not long ago, the elder sister called, and her brother was rarely tempted by girls, she naturally wanted to have a snack on this brother-in-law, and then the scandal came into her eyes.
After Yang Mo's advice, Yang Yin handed over all these to Yang Mo, and she could hear that Yang Mo was very serious, which meant that he just left it to himself, and he didn't need to do anything!
It's just that Yang Mo didn't do anything now, but sat in a daze in front of the wall that he had broken, and then lay on his back, sleeping on a piece of broken glass slag, until the living room bell rang three times, waking him up.
Yang Mo simply got a little food and ate it, and then re-entered the wood carving room to start carving, every time he was in a bad mood, wood carving became his best means of relaxation.
Yang Mo put a large piece of hardwood in front of him, and the knife in his hand kept chopping on the wood, as if it was done randomly, but in fact it was carved in the way he had designed.
The wood is very large, and it took Yang Mo more than a day to carve out the prototype, and then replace it with a finely processed knife to retouch it.
Like fierce ghosts, such as Shura, there are swords and soldiers cut down, there are blood splashes, in the dense crowd, some people have hideous faces, terrifying like ghosts, some people look flustered, obscene like mice, some people have calm faces, elegant like the wind; The fire was burning, as if a crackling sound could be heard in the quiet air.
In these horrors, a little boy stands alone, like smoke, unable to see what he thinks, but the scenery next to him is really a little terrifying, if the hands and eyes are gods, then the nightmare is the form, only more intuitive, more terrifying.
In the little boy's world, the world seems to be gray, dead and desperate, surrounded by ghosts and ghosts, demons and chaos, unable to see the road ahead, unable to distinguish the direction, only hoping for a light to guide the way.
Yang Mo calmly looked at the wound that was accidentally cut on his hand, and the blood continued to drip down, staining the wood carving that had just been carved red.
Silence!
When the blood pooled into a lake on the wood carving, he seemed to react and bandaged it, but the wound at this time had not actually bled yet, and the bandaging just didn't want the blood on the wound to get anywhere or to get on the wound.
If it was usual, Yang Mo would never cut his hand, because he was as familiar with the knife as his own hand, but today he seemed a little absent-minded, it had been several days, I don't know how Xiujing was doing, he was angry, but he calmed down a little, and he could also distinguish one from the other, he was more angry with himself.
Waiting for the blood to dry up, Yang Mo processed it a little, and then kept, waxed, and preserved.
It seems that anything will become a little taboo after being stained with human blood, especially these two wood carvings in Yang Mo's hands, complete negative energy works, if they are in the supernatural world, it is estimated that there will be two ghosts, but not here Yang Mo, he is their master, there is no reason to be afraid of these.
Yang Mo came to the bedroom with two works, opened the innermost wooden door, entered alone, and then came out, took the wooden door, and locked it!