Walking on the old street in the fort, touching the walls rammed with earth.

Childhood memories come to my heart, scenes, bits, and drops, so beautiful and joyful, so unforgettable.

In the blink of an eye, thirty years passed by, my parents were already gray in their temples, and I had also changed from a hazy child to an older young man. Time is so ruthless!

Song Wen walked forward along the stone road beside the wall. Today is not a holiday or a festival. There are not many people coming to visit, so the fort looks very quiet. When my shoes were stepping on the ancient stone slabs, the crisp sound of "step, step" was heard.

After a while, when I came to a room, I heard a sound of "knock, knock, knock, knock" knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock,

The door was open and Song Wen walked in.

The house is made up of several old houses, which looks very large. There are several glass skylights on the roof, making the house look very bright.

The ground in the house is filled with wood of all sizes, and the wood constantly emits the fragrance of camphor wood, which permeates the house, making people feel refreshed.

Perhaps it was smoked by the smell of camphor wood, and there was no moldy or decay in the house at all, but it felt very fresh. In the left corner of the house, there were a few girls sitting quietly by the window and staring at the eyes of the statue. On the other side, there were two people coloring the statues with paint lines. On the right, there were tables used for carving. Several young people and an old man were knocking and beating. On the frame next to the wall, there were some carved or semi-finished statues.

Song Wen walked to the gray-bearded old man, and said nothing, just watching him carving.

The old man glanced at him without saying a word, and continued to bury his head and carve it. After only a while, the prototype of a statue of a god appeared.

At this time, the old man stopped and asked Song Wen: "What are you doing?"

Song Wen was speechless when he heard this. He was doing whatever he wanted. He couldn’t walk here if he had nothing to do.

But he still said, "Come to find Bogong, you are a prince."

The old man has a very seniority in the village, so he is considered an elder in their family who is less than five sermons.

"Aren't you good at sculpting yourself? Why are you still coming to me?" the old man said angrily.

"My craftsmanship is not as good as you, Bogong!" Song Wen said with a smile.

When he was a kid, Song Wen liked whatever he saw. Once, he passed by him and saw a lot of wood in his house. He saw him knocking on the wood "knocking, knocking, knocking, knocking, knocking, knocking, knocking, and knocking, not knowing what he was doing. He was curious and got in and watched.

After reading it, I felt that this thing was good, so I took a piece of wood back and beat it around at home with a chisel and a hammer. In the end, he really knocked out a human figure. He felt good about himself, so he took it over and gestured to the statue he carved, and it seemed that the two carved it was similar. The ones he carved were rougher, more abstract, and more artistic, and nothing else was.

Although it was nothing, in the end, he could not resist the teasing look of the uncle, so he had to run home in shame.

This matter is often used by him to teach some disciples who learned carving from him, saying that if you want to learn, learn hard and don’t carve out something messy like Awen.

This old man has a poisonous mouth. What a mess?

He didn't think about it. He had learned nothing, and it was good to be able to carve such a statue. Maybe he was still a genius, but his talent was buried. Just like a piece of rough jade hidden in stone, the worst was a jade-knowing person. But obviously, this old man was not.

Seeing that Song Wen respects the elderly so respectful to the wise today, the old man didn't have trouble for him, so he asked, "How big should I be?"

Song Wen was in a dilemma now, and he didn't know how big the statue of the god in his family would be.

But I must carve a statue worthy of my own hall, otherwise it would be too big or too small, so I thought about it and said, "I don't know, otherwise you can go and take a look."

"Go to your place? OK! I heard that you built a yard on the mountain. It was very beautiful and better than the big villa. I have never been there. I will go and have a look today and ask your dad to have tea. Is your dad at home?"

"exist."

So the old man spoke to several of the little apprentices in the house and followed Song Wen.

He is a small workshop specializing in carving statues of gods, and occasionally customizes some things that people like. The little apprentices in the house are actually children from the village or the next village. They are considered to be the ones he hired to help, and they are also learning crafts from him. After all, when he is old, someone needs to pass on his craftsmanship. Unfortunately, his son doesn't like this industry, otherwise he will pass it on to his son.

However, his grandson likes carving and goes to the art school to study. However, after he comes back, he doesn't do his job properly and wants to open a shop in the village to sell statues. He scolds him hard.

The old man thought that carving statues of gods was a pious thing. Although he relied on this skill to make a living, he was asked to carve it and he had to do it with a pious heart. It was with this idea that the old man often used money to support children in the village who had no money to go to school and rescued the widowed and lonely people. Because he felt that his money was earned by gods and should not be fully taken into account. So when his grandson suggested carving statues of gods in the store for business, he felt that he was blasphemy and he couldn't stand it.

Seeing that his grandfather disagreed, his grandson thought that if he didn't sell the statue of God, he would not sell the statue of God. He planned to carve some handicrafts to sell it. He was currently in preparation. As long as he did not sell the statue of God, the old man turned a blind eye and gave some money to support him.

After getting to the base of the hotel to pick up the motorcycle, Song Wen took the old man home.

Because he was carrying the old man, he did not dare to drive the motorcycle too fast and walked slowly. When he arrived at the parking lot, he stopped. With the old man, he did not dare to ride the motorcycle across the wooden bridge on the stream.

The old man got out of the car and looked around. He saw the water birds leisurely looking for food by the lake, flying, the mountains are green, the plants are green, the bamboos are quiet, the streams are gurgling, and the lake is clear and green. It is indeed a good place.

"Your place is very good and suitable for elderly care." said the old man.

Song Wen was so angry that he was in retirement. He was only aged by how old he was, and he was almost the same.

Walking across the bridge, walking across the grass, and coming to the yard. Song Yuanshui was weaving bamboo baskets in the yard, while Chen Xiuhui was washing things on the pool next to her, while washing and chatting, not knowing what she was saying. Xixi's little brat held a water gun and smiled and shot the puppy and fired, which made the little fire covered in water stains, making it hide everywhere, making it feel extremely embarrassed.

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