Miracles will most likely appear inadvertently, just like every ordinary daily life we ​​spend, they are actually miracles that happen one after another...

That's probably what it means. I just wanted to make a template for Youhemei to refer to. I never expected that I would make a bunch of things that make people feel unsightly when they look at it.

Death Star Fortress, space battleship Yamato, Demon Z, Golden Gate Bridge, Notre Dame Cathedral, Tokyo Tower, Gama Future Ultraman Zeta, Full of Baltans, Armstrong spiral accelerated jet Armstrong gun...

Except for the last mischievous object with a suspicious shape that was secretly destroyed by me, the rest were neatly placed on the Yichuang stage, which aroused You and Mei's surprise.

"If you like it, take it back and play."

I smiled and touched their heads, and gave them generously with a wave of my hand. The child didn't even have a decent toy, and it looked very pitiful.

The two children cheered and rushed up to compete for the wooden model they liked. Lin also came over and said with a little enviousness: "Marcus, you really know how to coax children!"

I smiled, "Then I can give it to you what kind of wood carving you like."

The bow on Lin's head shook conspicuously twice, and excitedly approached me with big flashing eyes, "Then I'll agree! I'll tell you when I think of it!"

That's right, but it's hard to say when it can be carved. With the accumulation of prize pools in my toxic memory, it's probably lower than the chance of drawing out the Golden Legend alone, and there is no guarantee mechanism.

...But if I carve a swimsuit, Rem or something, would I make a lot of money?

In the judgment of the colonists system, these wood carvings have very low ratings. Without the blessing of artistic inspiration, with my artistic creativity, I can only create some things that are insignificant in appearance. I cannot attract some unknown attention like last time and create the statue of Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva.

It seems that if you want to create high-end works of art, you must have the blessing of mysterious inspiration...

Therefore, this batch of wooden artworks are not worthy of having their own names and are uniformly named "wooden figurines (extremely poor).

Having said that, no one wants that kind of suspicious god favor!

The paintings I painted at Boss Jeff’s house are also the peak of my skills, but they can only record everything I see in front of me, and cannot reflect the touching qualities.

But this situation is actually not a big problem!

The things I sculpt, including the micro-carving projects like Death Star Fortress, must also be placed in front of audiences who have been exposed to the Star Wars series in order to reflect their due value, not to mention the niche two-dimensional figures.

In the eyes of people on this planet, they are nothing more than some exquisite things that cannot be called. The craftsmanship may be worth a little price, but the styles and patterns are made out of thin air and meaningless.

But if you think about it, isn’t real artwork just something that makes people feel amazing after seeing it, but can’t tell what’s so powerful and can’t make it? If everyone can tell allusions and imitate them, then it’s at most some folk crafts and it’s hard to be elegant.

So the most valuable parts of these artworks are the first to be bizarre and imaginative, beyond the imagination of ordinary people; the second is that they can only be produced from me, and even if others try their best to imitate, they do not have my vast and boundless memories as a support.

Just imagine, when a person creates an extremely strong style, extremely well-carved, extremely skilled in the artwork, but extremely limited in output, is it a collectible that is very suitable for hype?

By chance, I was the best at using rhetoric to package my own products and create unscrupulous things.

At that time, just let the capital promote it, and say that what you can understand is Popism, what you can’t understand is abstractism, what you want to be an astronaut is futurism, and what you want to vomit when you see is postmodernism...

If you introduce it in different categories like this, who else dares not talk about art!

I don’t know much about the art world, but in the collection world...everyone who understands it understands...

Everything is ready now, and now there is only one sucker to help me pack and go on the market!

When Youhemei completed her afternoon artistic creation, I also seized the time to make another batch of strange-shaped statues? Didn’t check it carefully? I just piled them up on the shipping box designated by Zach.

The shipping box, I still remember this kind of useless thing like the cecum, when Zach came to receive the goods in the evening, he would definitely be very touched!

The manual practices performed by the two students? Of course, they are not as shocking as mine.

I took two small pieces of wood that I could put in my hands to play with, and gave them a stack of sandpaper to slowly polish them according to their appearance.

The specific process is to slowly polish the sandpaper from eighty-focused objects. When they reach the level of two thousand-focused objects, they can harvest a small handicraft full of wooden textures, clear edges and smooth and delicate feel! It is very useful to put it on the table as a paperweight or make it into a keychain!

This little thing is safe to make, which not only cultivates their geometric thinking, but also polishes their impetuous personality - to be honest, the process is very poisonous and easy to get involved. I accidentally find myself polishing all day.

The course time of the day passed quickly. At four o'clock in the afternoon, I said to the little carrots who were still competing with the wood, "Today's class is over, please follow Teacher Lin home! Go back and tell the parents what I learned today. The next class will be the day after tomorrow. Don't remember it wrong!"

"I understand! Teacher Marcus!"

After he laughed and greeted Teacher Ma, Kevin, and Aunt Ji, the two children jumped out of the ranch.

Unexpectedly, this girl was quite immersed in the show and said to me seriously, "Teacher Marcus, thank you for your hard work today! Let's leave it to me next!"

Then he turned around and shouted to the distance, "You wait for me! You must follow Teacher Lin!"

After saying that, Lin also followed with excitement.

…………

"Today's class should be quite successful, right?"

The sun was very bright at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and the slightly hot wind blew in the pasture. The land after sowing and sowing emitted a unique fragrance, as if you could smell the smell of sweat as the seeds germinated underground.

I washed my hands by the river, and when I turned my head, I found a sneaky little head outside the ranch.

"Perbri, stop hiding! I've seen you!" I shouted to the other side.

Then there was a panicked denial outside the ranch door, "It's not me, it's not me! Perbri is not here, you have recognized the wrong person!"

I shook the water in my hand and complained: "Who would admit your mistake just by just your pink hair?"

Do you want to pretend to be Lux Klein or the magic girl's round face?

After a while, Perbri really walked out from there with a dejected look, "It's boring! It's boring! I want to secretly scare you..."

...Have you ever told you that you are fast within seven steps and fast within seven steps? I happen to be proficient in both of these. If you really get close to me unknowingly, you will be able to cope with the headless senior sister in the next second.

I patted the universal stone stool and greeted, "What's wrong? Don't you usually say that the ultraviolet rays in summer are not good for the skin and are unwilling to go out?"

Perburi took out a parasol from behind and spread it open like a magic trick, and then sat beside me.

"I originally wanted to have Lin play with him, but the boss said she came to you, so I'll come over and take a look~ Isn't this possible?"

Of course it's not impossible... But I really didn't expect that such a small town can be as difficult as a maze to find someone.

I ruthlessly exposed, "You have been hiding there for a long time, have you?" I touched her head, "Look, even the hair on the top of my head has been sunburned."

Perbri glared at me with a blushing face, "I...I just want to help too...but I don't know how to deal with children, so I dare not come in..."

"What are the things that children are afraid of? Yes, I'll show you the results of my chicken raising!"

I burst into laughter and snapped my fingers. Two furry and white alpha cubs slipped down from the tree next to me like sharp arrows and got into... dejected Perbuli's arms?

Hey, hey, you guys went to the wrong place!

Although Perbuli is indeed not very obvious, it is not your Jipingping!

“Wow~ they grow so fast!”

In front of the familiar animals, Perbri really recovered her spirits, happily stroked the feathers of the Alpha Chicken, and skillfully checked her physical condition - Come on, let me develop in a bad way?

This girl likes small animals but is not good at dealing with children. It's really strange.

"I'm so worried about you last time~"

Perbri muttered, and suddenly asked in a light voice, "Marcus, where did you go out to play? What is the outside world like? Can you tell me~"

"It's not worth mentioning in the remote area." I said.

Her shining eyes seemed to contain starlight, just like the moving starry sky you caught when you accidentally look up at it in a summer night.

"I heard you... also met your dad?"

Her voice trembled a little, and she finally said what she said in her heart.

My hand that I held on the table stopped, and suddenly recalled the girl I saw in the parallel world.

There, even if Perbuley was uncontrollably about to transform into a deep dive, her father, Mr. Rhode, still tried every means to delay the process and protect her last home in the bitter wind and rain.

The man with a mountain back must be in a corner of the earth at this time, and he is protecting this family in his way, right?

"Yes, I met your father. That was an amazing person."

I said with a smile.

But the pink-haired girl in front of her showed a distressed expression, "Mom said so too...but why didn't he go home?"

"Why do you ask this? You're a little strange." I tentatively said.

Perbri whispered: "Rick said, the ring on your hand was worn by Dad. Is Daddy not wanting to come back, so he gave you all such important things..."

...This misunderstanding seems a bit big.

And I can guarantee that I haven't seen this brother-in-law in three months! How could he know that I was wearing this ring?

Could this be ninjutsu? Under his black-framed glasses... Is it the Maneidoscope Sharingan?!

"Don't think about it all, your father just encountered a little bit of a difficult situation and it took time to get out of it."

"Is it because of bad guys like on TV?" Perbuli asked worriedly.

I said frankly: "If this level is not a problem, it will not hurt him. With his superb crowbar technique, flesh-and-blood creatures will deliver vegetables in front of him."

I can't explain to Perbuli that his father was involved in the vortex of space and time, and mistakenly entered a parallel world, facing the indescribable existence, and finally wanted to sail through the distortion points of space and time, and find his way home...

Unless like me, with the omnipotent colonizer system protection and the elderly space travel group to protect me, how can I get out easily?

But whether it is Boss Dart, Boss Jeff, Madam Lilya, or even myself, I firmly believe that this man will come back and will never die silently in a corner of the world...

"Don't worry, I promise you that I will find Mr. Rhode! Not to mention that he was on the way back, even if he really didn't want to come back, I would wake him up with my fist and drag him back to the Ore Town!"

I deliberately described it in an exaggerated tone, pounding my chest.

Seeing my appearance, Perbri tucked her loose pink hair and regained her happy smile.
To be continued...