"Don't you lose your memory?"

Alang looked at Chen Dong in shock.

Chen Dong frowned into the word "chuan" and shook his head blankly.

"I don't know why. My head is empty and I don't remember anything, but when I heard you talk, I found a girl in my mind, as if... it seemed like she had been living in my mind."

"Ha, okay, I'll teach you."

Alang smiled lightly, then cut a piece of wood and handed it to Chen Dong with a carving knife.

The two sat side by side on the threshold.

Under the guidance of Alang, Chen Dong slowly and clumsyly carved it.

Carving focuses on fineness.

The wood is hard.

This also creates that during the carving process, you must grasp the force and pay attention to the lines and stripes. When the force is slightly unbalanced, the lines under the knife will completely distort.

With Chen Dong's strength, carving with a knife is as easy as cutting mud, but he still cannot escape the difficulty of imbalance in strength.

After scrapping three pieces of wood in succession, the movements gradually became familiar.

However, the carving process was still extremely difficult for him.

During the process of carving the head, fine sweat beads of his forehead had already oozed.

Soon, his eyes became erratic.

The breathing sounds of rapid breathing like a bellows are constantly being made from his mouth and nose.

This scene fell into the eyes of Alang next to him, but he was full of confusion.

Just carving, isn't this kind of reaction?

Despite the doubts, Alang did not speak out to stop him.

Time passes by minute by minute.

Dang chuck!

Suddenly, Chen Dong's body trembled, and the carving knife and wood in his hand fell to the ground at the same time.

He seemed to be exhausted, and his butt slid off the threshold and fell to the ground.

The originally calm and focused expression also turned into horror.

It was obviously just a calm carving process, but it seemed like it was inexplicably frightened.

"A dog!"

Alang was shocked.

In the room, the old woman and the dog kid who were making a fire were also shocked.

"No, it's okay."

Chen Dong shook his head sweating, his eyes covered with red blood, and he looked at Alang in horror: "Brother Alang, I, I can't carve it out, it's like something in his mind stops me and carve her out

Same!"

After confirming that Chen Dong was fine, Alang breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, he persuaded softly: "Don't worry, carving requires calmness and concentration. The more urgent you are, the harder it is to succeed. When I was carving the mother of Dogwomen, I was almost the same as you at the beginning."

"Really?"

Chen Dong's eyes flashed for a moment, a little uncertain.

"I'm lying to you about this?"

Alang smiled and patted Chen Dong on the shoulder: "This is a meticulous job. Haste is not enough. Let's have lunch first and take your time."

"good."

Chen Dong nodded, and while getting up, he picked up the wood and a carving knife and put it in his pocket.

But Alang looked at Chen Dong who was stunned and entered the room, but his expression was solemn.

He lied to Chen Dong!

After experiencing the tragic death of Gouwazi's mother, when he first learned to carve, it was indeed difficult to carve out his wife's voice and appearance, but that was related to his skills and his mood at that time.

But no matter how serious it is, it is impossible to be like Chen Dong just now!

That kind of terrifying look was clearly a huge shock or impact during the carving process!

In a trance.

Alang stared at Chen Dong deeply.

"Is it a blessing or a disaster to keep him?"

This is what he thought.

But he dared not speak out.

He couldn't change his mother's decision, let alone when the barbarian entered the village, it was indeed the "freak" in front of him who saved the entire village with his own strength.

Today's great harvest of hunting also relies on Chen Dong.

At least, at present, it is a blessing!

In the future, Alang dared not speculate!

A great harvest of hunting filled the village's grain warehouses.

Every household makes fire and cooks meat to celebrate. When the sun is at midnight, a strong meat fragrance floats in the air in the village.

...

Days pass by day.

Except for the villagers going out to hunt every now and then.

The most common thing Chen Dong does every day is to sit boredly on the threshold of the main hall, carving wood carvings.

This seems to have formed a habit.

Even every carving is extremely difficult for him, and he even has to bear the inexplicable shock of panic.

But, there seemed to be an obsession in Chen Dong's mind.

The girl lived in his mind all the time.

He had to carve the girl out.

He wanted to see who it was!

Carving again and again, failure again and again, and again again.

After each carving failed, Chen Dong would become extremely weak and return to the house with sweat and sit in a daze.

At the beginning, Alang's family of three was quite worried about this scene.

As time went by, after confirming that Chen Dong would not be seriously injured, he gradually felt relieved.

It's late at night and people are quiet.

On this extremely cruel snow field, after spending the extreme day and night, there are only a few days when day and night alternate.

The day is already deserted and deserted.

At night, it is even farther away.

Under the stars and moon, the wind crys and learns howling.

The small village is located in the snow field and is completely covered by wind, snow and night.

far away.

There were constant roars of wolves around, and some other unknown beasts roared.

It is deafening and makes the scalp numb.

Chen Dongku sat on the kang, the bonfire and the kang made the room not cold and warm as spring in March.

He had no sleepiness.

The roars of beasts from all directions were quite annoying.

Under the dim light, he held wood and a carving knife in his hands.

Moving, like a sculpture.

Only my brows were frowning from time to time and stretched out.

After a while.

Crack...

Chen Dong dropped the first knife, mastering the exquisite force, allowing the carving knife to flow on the wood, and the wood chips that were dashed fell to the ground.
To be continued...