The Zhou family has been busy for the children's birthdays for a few days.
Zhou Ruiyuan would go to Zhuangzi every morning to cut down trees and use the best wood to prepare some gadgets for the three of them.
I cut down trees in the morning, go to the county office in the morning, and come back at night to think about it alone in the house with tools.
Seeing that he was still awake, Du Wanchun brought a cup of tea from the kitchen and said, "Ms., go to bed early." ?.?????.ℂ??
Zhou Ruiyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, handed a small doll to Du Wanchun, and said with a smile: "How about you take a look?"
Du Wanchun looked down and saw that the little doll looked like himself, "Who is this?"
Zhou Ruiyuan gently brushed the sawdust on the puppet and said softly: "I originally planned to make some puppets for the two children, but somehow, they were carved in your likeness."
He said, slightly raising his eyes to look at her and smiling: "Why don't I want to make two dolls, one for you and one for me."
Du Wanchun chuckled and said, "If Xiao Mianmian and the others knew that their father had been busy making things for their mother for so long, they would probably be sad for several days."
Zhou Ruiyuan lowered his head guiltily, bent down to pick up the other two pieces of wood and said, "Don't worry, there are still a few days, I should be able to carve a few more puppets."
Du Wanchun walked up to him, patted the sawdust on his body and said, "Ms. sir, let me help you."
Zhou Ruiyuan held her slender, green-white hand and gently kissed her fingertips, "I'll do the heavy work."
Du Wanchun pulled back his hand slightly, bent his clear crescent eyes, and said with a smile: "How about this, I paint, and my husband does the carving?"
When Zhou Ruiyuan heard this, he thought about it and nodded lightly, "That's fine."
Du Wanchun bent down to pick up some small wooden blocks, then picked up the pen on the side and drew the human shape of a small puppet on it.
The moon hung high outside the window, and the silver-white moonlight shone in from the outside and fell on Du Wanchun's face, making her skin as white as jade, and a layer of white mist faintly appeared on her light green clothes, as if in a dream Immortals are a bit unreal.
Zhou Ruiyuan was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently touched a strand of hair hanging from her temples.
As the strands of hair passed through his fingertips, he came back to his senses slightly.
Du Wanchun looked up and saw him lost in thought. He asked with a smile, "What's the matter, Mr. Xian?"
Zhou Ruiyuan twirled the sawdust in her hair and said slowly: "The sawdust flew to your head."
Du Wanchun stood up quickly, reached out and patted his head and shoulders.
Zhou Ruiyuan looked at her gentle but playful face and lost his focus again.
At this moment, he looked at the lady in front of him as if he were looking at a rare treasure shining brightly in the room.
I was afraid that if I touched her, she would disappear.
I just want to hold her in my arms and protect her carefully so that no one can see her.
Du Wanchun looked down at him, with a small pear dimple exposed, "Ms. sir, I've finished the painting. Take a look."
She said, handing him the painted wood in her hand.
Zhou Ruiyuan came to his senses and took the wood in his hand, only to see the appearance of Xiao Mianmian.
He smiled and said: "The painting is very good."
Du Wanchun quickly brought him a carving knife and said, "Mr. Sir, you carve first, and I'll draw two more."
Zhou Ruiyuan held the wood and looked at her lovingly. His deep eyes did not have the majesty they had in the courtroom during the day, only the tenderness of the river in spring.
"OK, go ahead."
He responded warmly, holding the carving knife and carefully carving the wood in his hand.
Du Wanchun turned around and picked up another piece of wood and began to draw Yi'er's appearance.
Although Zhou Ruiyuan was carving wood in his hands, his eyes looked at his wife from time to time.
It is said that couples who have been married for a long time will only grow tired of watching each other, but Zhou Ruiyuan and Du Wanchun are different. The more they watch each other, the more they like each other.
Zhou Ruiyuan's carpentry work is not bad either. He studied with his family's long-term worker for a period of time and his skills are very good.
Although all his thoughts were on Du Wanchun, the puppet in his hand was still carved.
With Du Wanchun's help, they carved a family's puppets in just one night.
At the end there was only one piece of wood left.
Zhou Ruiyuan took it in his hand and said with a smile: "I didn't expect there was an extra piece."
Du Wanchun lowered his head and looked at the small piece of wood in his hand. After a long time, he said, "Keep it, maybe it can be used in the future."
After hearing this, Zhou Ruiyuan nodded, took a piece of cloth, wrapped the piece of wood and put it away.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Du Wanchun packed up the things in the house and walked out, preparing to return to his yard, but before he could take two steps, his foot accidentally twisted.
Du Wanchun bent over, covering his ankles, and frowned.
Zhou Ruiyuan walked over quickly and said, "Wan Chun, what's wrong with you?"
Du Wanchun looked down at his ankle, "I accidentally sprained my ankle just now."
Zhou Ruiyuan's face immediately became anxious, and he stretched out his hand to pick her up by the waist, "I'll take you to see the doctor."
