Looking at this photo, it took a long time for Shen Xing to come back to his senses.
Collect the photos, take out the phone, and read the text message that Ye Ting sent to the original owner of the body three years ago.
"That kind of ink stain is abnormal, do you still send text messages?"
Shen Xing muttered to himself, after looking at it for a while, he put his phone away and closed the store door to go home.
When passing by a children's toy store, I saw an intellectual puzzle hanging outside the store door. The pattern looked a little complicated. Shen Xing didn't think much about it, so he bought one for Feifei and took it home.
When she usually does wood carving at night, Feifei basically reads extracurricular readings and reads everything, so Shen Xing is going to change her taste and do mental activities.
Of course, if Feifei doesn't like it, she won't force her to do puzzles.
When I got home, there was already the sound of cooking in the kitchen, and the wind of the ventilating fan was very strong, clattering, accompanied by the clash of Feifei's spatula and the wok.
For a moment, Shen Xing felt like returning to Ye Ting's absence in a trance.
But he quickly shook his head with a wry smile. The memory of the original owner, especially the memory of Si Lian Ye Ting, sometimes really made him unbearable.
Fortunately, the thoughts and memories of the id don't actually exclude Ye Ting, which can coexist with the subconscious mind of the body.
After putting things away and washing his hands, Shen Xing ran into the kitchen and began to help Feifei.
Now Feifei listened to what he said, and learned to be smart when she was cooking. When she was not sure how much condiments should be put in, she just put a little bit, even if the taste is slightly weak, Shen Xing can still eat.
However, Shen Xing is considering whether acupuncture and moxibustion can help Feifei restore her sense of taste.
After all, after taking so many medicines in the hospital, it has been proven to have no effect. Maybe using acupuncture to stimulate acupoints will have a certain effect.
However, this is only his preliminary plan. For specific operations, at least a famous doctor must be found first. If necessary, a person from the Public Security Department can recommend it, even if this doctor does not care about it in other states.
After dinner, Shen Xing washed the dishes as usual, while Feifei went into the bedroom to complete the manual report arranged by the teacher.
When Shen Xing washed the dishes and wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, Feifei stood in the living room with a paintbrush in one hand and a long ruler in the other. A piece of 8k white paper was spread in front of her to avoid staining the tabletop. There were some newspapers under the white paper.
The newspaper whose sixth page was blank was also impressively placed underneath.
"Uncle Shen, help me draw a few grid lines. My hand is too short and I keep drawing crooked." Feifei raised the pen and ruler in her hand.
Shen Xingle said: "I thought you didn't need me to help you in anything. Um, use a pencil to draw the line first, not a brush directly. Give me a ruler..."
Bring the ruler over and bring a sharpened pencil into the bedroom, because sometimes before carving, he also needs to draw a rough outline on it with a pen, and before crossing over, Shen Xing already has the foundation for drawing.
Soon he drew the grid lines, and Feifei kept watching silently beside him. Shen Xing asked her with his head sideways: "What else needs to be drawn?"
"Here..." Feifei pointed to the upper right corner of the white paper, "There is a green mountain range, here is a forest, and I am going to fill in the content of the'Thinking Forest'. Then there are two little white rabbits, they are in Discuss a mathematical problem, the kind of speech bubble."
"Imagination is quite rich." Shen Xing smiled, lowered his head and began to draw.
However, he only completed the outline and orientation of the layout, making the entire hand-made newspaper look less messy, and then handed it over to Feifei to make and color it.
During the production of Feifei, Shen Xing has been watching by the side, suggesting from time to time that he will help when Feifei really can't draw.
Feifei's eyes were clever, and when the layout of this hand-made newspaper was almost finished, she raised her thumb to Shen Xing: "Uncle Shen, your painting is great! Well, but it still can't hide the fact that you can't cook."
"puff!"
Shen Xing almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood.
"Small, don't you know what is meant by a ruler?"
"I don't understand." Feifei flashed her eyes.
Shen Xing thought for a while and asked, "Do you like painting? I can teach you."
"Okay!" Feifei nodded quickly. After a while, she cast her gaze on the puzzle piece next to the sofa, "Is this bought for me?"
"Well, after reading the book every day, change your mind, play with puzzles, or learn to draw." Shen Xing nodded.
"Thank you Uncle Shen!"
Feifei took the jigsaw to her bedroom and put it away, and then came back to continue doing the manual report. After copying all the text content, it took Feifei almost an hour. The two fingers of her pen were squeezed and deformed by the pen shaft. Soreness.
Shen Xing got up from the workbench and gave her a slight squeeze.
Before living with Feifei, he didn't know the burden of elementary school students, but now he has a deep understanding.
Nowadays, the school assignments for primary school students are almost assigned to parents. Without the parents, they cannot be completed at all, and sometimes even parents ask for help.
This is when Feifei herself is very smart, and she hardly needs to worry about Shen Xing.
When Feifei collected the manual and went to the bathroom to wash, Shen Xing's mobile phone rang, and when he picked it up, it was an unfamiliar number.
He doesn't have the habit of hanging up unfamiliar calls, because the store usually sends out business cards. If a customer calls, he may miss a deal.
After the phone was connected, the voice of the other party turned out to be the customer: "Hello, is this the owner of Tingwu Wood Carving Shop?"
"Well, I am." Shen Xing answered the phone while returning to his bedroom.
"My name is Zhuo Datong, do you remember the person who paid you the deposit last time?" the other party said.
Shen Xing nodded: "Well, remember, do you want to buy that mask wood carving now?"
"No, I might come over in two or three days. I just want to confirm that you haven't sold the mask, right?"
This man named Zhuo Datong had an old voice, as if he was in his seventies or eighties, but Shen Xing remembered that he was probably in his early sixties.
"No, don't worry, the woodcarving has been reserved for you during the promised time." Shen Xing temporarily gave him a reassurance.
"Okay, trouble you." Zhuo Datong hung up the phone.
Although he has just reached his sixties, he is much older than his peers. At first glance, what is impressive is his sparse gray hair and two big eye bags.
At this moment, he was sitting on a plastic stool with a mobile phone in his hand, staring at the mouthful of the ice coffin in a daze.
This is the yard of his home in Beifeng Town. The place where Zhuo Datong is is covered with wreaths and flowers. There are also a group of monks chanting Buddhist scriptures. His wife and children sat on the other side of the ice coffin.
In the ice coffin, lying wife Jiang Guirong, who had just passed away. (End of this chapter)