Looking at this photo, it took Shen Xing a long time to come back to his senses.
Putting the photos away, he took out his phone and flipped through the text message Ye Ting sent to the original owner of the body three years ago.
"That kind of ink stain is abnormal, can you still send text messages?"
Shen Xing murmured to himself, looked at it for a moment, then put away his phone, closed the store door and went home.
When passing by a children's toy store, she saw a puzzle hanging outside the store. The pattern looked a little complicated. Shen Xing didn't think much about it and bought one for Feifei to take back.
Usually when she was doing wood carving at night, Feifei would mostly read extracurricular readings, including any books, so Shen Xing planned to let her change her taste and do some mental activities.
Of course, if Feifei doesn't like it, she won't force her to do the puzzle.
When I got home, the sound of cooking could be heard in the kitchen. The ventilation fan was turned on with strong wind, and there was a clattering sound, accompanied by the clanging sound of Feifei waving the spatula and the wok.
For a moment, Shen Xing felt like she was back in a trance before Ye Ting disappeared.
But he quickly shook his head and smiled bitterly. The memory of the original owner, especially the memory of Si Lian Ye, was really unbearable for him sometimes.
Fortunately, my thoughts and memories do not exclude Ye Ting. They can coexist with the body's subconscious.
After putting away the things and washing her hands, Shen Xing ran into the kitchen and started to help Feifei.
Now that Feifei listened to his words, she learned to be smart when cooking. When she was not sure how much condiments should be put in, she would just add less. Even if the taste was slightly bland, Shen Xing could still enjoy it.
However, Shen Xing has been thinking about whether she can help Feifei regain her sense of taste through acupuncture these days.
After all, so many medicines in the hospital have been proven to have no effect. Maybe using acupuncture to stimulate acupuncture points will have some effect.
However, this is only his preliminary plan. For the specific operation, he must at least find a famous doctor first. If necessary, he can use the recommendation of someone from the Public Security Department, even if the doctor is out of state and doesn't care.
After eating, Shen Xing washed the dishes as usual, while Feifei went into the bedroom to complete the handmade newspaper assigned by the teacher.
When Shen Xing finished washing the dishes, wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen, Feifei was standing in the living room with a paintbrush in one hand and a long ruler in the other. A piece of 8-karat white paper was laid out in front of her. In order to avoid contamination on the table, she did not wipe it. A few pieces of newspapers were placed under the white paper to remove the oil stains.
The blank sixth page of the newspaper was also placed underneath.
"Uncle Shen, help me draw some straight lines for the grid. My hands are too short and I keep drawing crookedly." Feifei raised the pen and ruler in her hand.
Shen Xing was happy: "I thought you didn't want my help in anything. Well, you have to use a pencil to draw lines first, not a paintbrush directly. Give me the ruler..."
He took the ruler and went into the bedroom to get a sharpened pencil, because sometimes before carving, he also needed to use a pen to trace a rough outline on it, and Shen Xing had a background in painting before he traveled through time.
He quickly drew the grid lines. Feifei watched silently from the side. Shen Xing turned to her and asked: "What else needs to be drawn?"
"Here..." Feifei pointed to the upper right corner of the white paper, "There is a green mountain range, and here is a forest, in which I am going to fill in the content of the 'Thinking Forest'. And there are two little white rabbits here. Discussing a math problem, the kind with speech bubbles.”
"I have quite a rich imagination." Shen Xing smiled, lowered his head and began to draw.
However, he only completed the rough outline and orientation layout to make the entire hand-made newspaper look less messy, and then gave it to Feifei to make and color.
During the process of Feifei's painting, Shen Xing had been watching from the side and suggested from time to time that he would only help when Feifei really couldn't draw.
Feifei's eyes were sharp. When the layout of the hand-made newspaper was almost finished, she raised her thumb to Shen Xing: "Uncle Shen, your painting is great! Yes, but it still can't cover up the fact that you can't cook."
"puff!"
Shen Xing almost spat out blood.
"Little one, do you know what it means to be short and strong?"
"I don't understand." Feifei blinked.
Shen Xing thought for a while and asked, "Do you like painting? I can teach you."
"Okay!" Feifei nodded quickly, and after a while, her eyes turned to the puzzle piece leaning against the sofa, "Is this bought for me?"
"Well, after reading the book every day, change your mind, do some puzzles, or learn to draw." Shen Xing nodded.
"Thank you Uncle Shen!"
Feifei happily took the puzzle to her bedroom and put it away, then came back to continue working on the paper. After copying all the text, it took Feifei almost an hour. The two fingers holding the pen were squeezed and deformed by the pen barrel. Breathing aches.
Shen Xing stood up from the workbench and came out, giving her a gentle squeeze.
Before he lived with Feifei, he didn't know how heavy the burden of primary school students was, but now he understands it deeply.
Nowadays, most of the homework assigned by schools for primary school students is given to their parents. Without parents, it is impossible to complete it. Sometimes even parents have to ask for help.
This was because Feifei was very smart and didn't have to worry about Shen Xing.
When Feifei put away the handwritten newspaper and went to the bathroom to wash up, Shen Xing's cell phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.
He didn't have the habit of hanging up on unknown calls, because the store usually gave out business cards, and if it was a customer calling, he might miss out on a business.
When the call was connected, the other party's tone turned out to be the customer: "Hello, are you the owner of Tingwu Wood Carving Shop?"
"Yes, I am." Shen Xing answered the phone and returned to his bedroom.
"My name is Zhuo Datong. Do you still remember the person who paid you a deposit in the store last time?" the other party said.
Shen Xing nodded: "Well, remember, do you want to buy that mask wood carving now?"
"No, I may come over in two or three days. I just want to confirm that you didn't sell the mask, right?"
The man named Zhuo Datong had an old voice, as if he was seventy or eighty years old, but Shen Xing remembered that he was probably in his early sixties.
"No, don't worry, the wood carving has been reserved for you within the agreed time." Shen Xing gave him a temporary reassurance.
"Okay, sorry to trouble you." Zhuo Datong hung up the phone.
Although he has just turned sixty, he is much older than other people of his age. At first glance, what is impressive is his sparse gray hair and two big bags under his eyes.
At this moment, he was sitting on a plastic stool, holding a mobile phone in his hand, staring blankly at an... ice coffin in front of him.
This is the yard of his home in Beifeng Town. The place where Zhuo Datong is is covered with wreaths and flowers. There is also a group of monks chanting sutras. People keep walking past him, and Zhuo Datong's two sons are bringing their wives and children. Sitting on the other side of the ice coffin.
In the ice coffin, lay his wife Jiang Guirong, who had just passed away.
