Chapter 921 Wood Carving
A hint of smile flashed across Xiao Xiao's eyes.

He looked at Grandpa Mu, "Grandpa Mu, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Xiaoxiao."

Mr. Mu's face showed some emotion, "It was thanks to you, my child, that our family was saved from danger."

"But you also know the situation of our family. I really can't give you anything good to thank you."

"Only the old man's woodcarving skills are decent."

"So, I made a wooden sculpture for you as a thank you gift. Please don't despise it."

"Your grandfather Mu had to scrap several pieces of high-quality wood to make this wood carving before he could finish it."

Grandma Tan said with a smile, "He always says it's not right, not right, but he doesn't say what's wrong, and then he starts over with a stern face."

"It happens over and over again. I'm tired of watching it."

"He is very patient and keeps doing it again and again."

"I didn't see anything wrong with all the waste before."

“But when I saw the final product, I understood.”

There was admiration and pride on the old lady's face.

"Xiaoxiao, I believe you will like this wood carving."

"Aying, you've said so much, hurry up and take out the things and let us see them."

Grandpa Xiao was getting impatient.

"It's not for you."

Grandpa Mu complained, and then without giving Grandpa Xiao a chance to speak, he turned and looked at his son who had been silent since he entered the yard, "A Song, give the things to Xiao Xiao."

"Ah."

Mu Tansong took a few steps forward and carefully handed the bag in his arms to Xiao Xiao.

"Thank you."

Xiao Xiao reached out to take it, and his eyes fixed on Mu Tansong's face for a few seconds.

The person in front of me is much less impetuous and more calm than when I first met him.

It seems that he has fulfilled his promise to the two elderly people.

A smile flashed across Xiao Xiao's brows.

"Grandpa Mu, Grandma Tan, let's go over there and take a look."

Xiao Xiao did not rush to open the bag. Instead, he greeted and pointed to the stone table under the white plum tree.

"it is good."

Everyone came to the stone table.

Several old men sat down on the stone benches.

The Xiao family members looked at the bag in Xiao Xiao's hand with curiosity, "Xiao Xiao, open it and take a look."

Grandma Xiao urged.

Xiao Xiao put the bag on the stone table.

Just as he was about to open the bag, he looked up as if he had sensed something.

The plum girl was lying on the branch, her head slightly tilted and her long black hair falling down like a waterfall.

There was a hint of innocent curiosity in his clear eyes.

"Xiaoxiao?"

Mother Xiao called out to Xiao Xiao, who seemed to be in a trance, in a strange voice, "What's wrong?"

She also looked up in the direction Xiao Xiao was looking.

Greenery all around.

The tree was clearly full of flowers before.

The white plum blossoms are like works of art carved out of mutton-fat white jade, but with a touch of spirituality.

The petals, as thin as cicada wings, are filled with the clear moonlight, emitting a hazy glow, like a dream.

Thinking of the beautiful scenery before, Xiao's mother couldn't help but be stunned.

Even after so many days of watching it, she is still amazed by it.

The sudden pat on the shoulder brought Xiao's mother back to her senses.

"Why are you in a daze too?"

Father Xiao felt somewhat helpless.

"what."

Only then did Xiao's mother react and she smiled embarrassedly.

Then he looked at his son anxiously, "Xiaoxiao, you-"

The rest of his words came to an abrupt end when he saw the half-opened bag. Xiao Xiao retracted his gaze and looked down at the wooden sculpture covered by the bag on the stone table.

He reached out and slowly pulled the bag down.

After a brief silence, bursts of gasps were heard in the yard.

The protagonist of the wooden sculpture in the bag is Xiao Xiao.

Holding a little fox in his arms.

There was something shaped like a bracelet on the wrist that was exposed when the sleeves were rolled up.

Behind Xiao Xiao is a blooming white plum tree.

The slender and flexible branches are dotted with small white plum blossoms.

It is crowded but not messy.

Each flower is detailed down to the texture of its petals.

Just like real flowers.

It almost makes people feel that if a breeze blows at this moment, the white plum blossoms on the tree will surely sway gently.

There are stone tables and stone benches under the white plum tree.

A few white plum petals are floating on it.

Xiao Xiao stood under the white plum tree with a faint smile on his face.

It was as if the sun shone through the flowers on the branches above and fell on the young man.

Because there seems to be light flowing in the eyes of young people.

"Heh~"

"Wow~"

Everyone couldn't help but move closer to the wood carving, their faces filled with amazement.

Even Grandma Tan and Mu Tansong couldn't help but come forward.

Even though they had seen it before and were amazed by it, they couldn't control their excitement when they saw it again.

Mu Tansong's eyes were full of surprise, and he suddenly had the idea that he also wanted to carve such a wood sculpture.

But then he thought that he was still just a rookie, and he felt a little depressed.

He wasted a lot of time.

A sudden regret came over me.

But the next second, he cheered up again.

Just because he wasted a lot of time before, he now has to race against time and put in more effort.

After taking a lot of detours and getting hurt, he realized that the things he had rejected at the beginning were what he wanted most.

It's ridiculous though.

But if he didn't want the joke to continue, all he needed was persistence.

The look in his eyes became more determined.

"Old Wood, sure."

Grandpa Xiao looked at Grandpa Mu who was standing behind the crowd, "This skill is getting better and better."

“It’s so real.”

Lao Mu, Aying and the others didn't know, but the Xiao family members looked at the wood carving as if they were seeing the scene just now.

The white plum blossoms were in full bloom, and Xiao Xiao stood beneath them holding the little white fox.

But what penetrates the branches and flowers is not the sunlight, but the watery moonlight.

As for how they knew the wood carving was done during the day.
In fact, they are not sure either, it’s just an intuitive feeling.

This is probably because of Mr. Mu’s superb skills, right?

"Haha, this is my masterpiece."

Mr. Mu looked at the wood carving with a gentle gaze, "It took me a lot of effort to make it the way I wanted."

“It already has some spiritual energy.”

"Speaking of this, Xiaoxiao, Grandpa Mu wants to thank you again."

Seeing Xiao Xiao's puzzled expression, the old man smiled and explained his words, "After completing this wood carving, I feel that my wood carving skills, which have been stagnant, have improved a little bit."

"It seems that even though the old man is old, his potential has not been exhausted yet."

Mr. Mu laughed heartily.

For a craftsman, the greatest pursuit and achievement is to improve his or her skills and create satisfactory works.

Looking at the wood carvings on the stone table, he was really happy.

If it wasn't originally carved as a thank-you gift, he thought, he probably wouldn't be willing to give this wood sculpture to someone else.

(End of this chapter)