Chapter 701 Liu Ping'an 7
In the early morning, the soft sunlight shines through the window, like golden silk threads in the room. Liu Ping'an and his wife Qin Jingru also slowly wake up from their sleep. Qin Jingru gently turns over, looking at Liu Ping'an who is still sleeping beside her, with a gentle smile on her face. She sits up carefully, for fear of waking up her husband. Then, she gently picks up her one-year-old son Liu Yuelai. The little guy is still immersed in a sweet dream, his little head nodding, like a cute little chicken pecking at rice, as if swaying to the rhythm of the dream. His little face is rosy, his long eyelashes are trembling slightly, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He is so cute.
Qin Jingru carefully carried Xiao Yuelai into the kitchen, her steps were light and gentle, for fear of waking up the sleeping little one. In the kitchen, Zhang Guifang had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast. The table was filled with all kinds of delicious food, including steaming buns, which were white and plump, exuding an attractive aroma; golden and crispy fried dough sticks, neatly arranged on the plate; and bowls of fragrant soy milk, with a layer of delicate foam floating on the surface.
When Zhang Guifang saw them come in, a kind smile immediately appeared on her face. That smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, warm and friendly.
She greeted us warmly, "Come and have dinner, I've made delicious food today." Her voice was full of concern and joy.
The family sat around the dining table, and a warm atmosphere filled the air. Liu Pingan stretched, yawned, and said with a smile: "Mom, your breakfast is so delicious, I can smell it in the house."
Zhang Guifang smiled and said, "Eat quickly, eat more, only when you are full will you have the strength to work."
Everyone enjoyed the delicious food and chatted happily. Liu Pingan talked about the new things he encountered outside yesterday, which made everyone laugh; Qin Jingru shared the interesting stories of Xiao Yuelai's growth, which made the family listen with relish. The laughter and joy echoed in the house, as if it was a beautiful piece of music, playing the happiness and harmony of the family.
After breakfast, Liu Pingan gently picked up his son Liu Yuelai. After the little guy had eaten and drunk enough, he opened his big watery eyes and looked around curiously. Liu Pingan slowly came to the yard with his son.
The morning sun is like a golden veil, gently sprinkled in the yard, every inch of land and every leaf is coated with a layer of warm brilliance, giving people a cozy and comfortable feeling. The breeze blows gently, carrying the faint fragrance of flowers and soil, making people feel as if they are in a quiet and beautiful fairy tale world.
At this time, Third Uncle Liu Jianping came over with a piece of wood with a light woody fragrance and a set of tools in his hands, walking steadily. His face was filled with a kind smile, which was like the sunshine in spring, warm and kind. He said to Liu Pingan enthusiastically: "Pingan, I think Yuelai is so cute, just like a little angel. In my heart, I want to make a little toy for him. I guarantee that he will like it." Third Uncle's voice was loud and full of concern, and his eyes were full of love for little Yuelai.
Liu Ping'an looked at his uncle with gratitude, his eyes flashing with emotion. He quickly said, "Uncle, you are so kind. You made toys for Yuelai with so much effort. Yuelai will definitely like this toy." Liu Ping'an knew that his uncle had always loved Yuelai. Every time they met, he would bring him some snacks and often make some interesting gadgets for him. Those little objects full of love carried his uncle's deep love for Yuelai.
Liu Jianping looked around the yard, scanning every corner, as if looking for the most suitable place to display his skills. Finally, he found a shady corner. There was a big tree with lush branches and leaves. The thick trunk supported a cool shade. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.
He walked over quickly, his steps brisk and anxious, as if he was afraid of delaying the time to make toys for Xiaoyue. When he reached the corner, he sat down with a simple and casual movement.
Then, he carefully took out a piece of wood from the toolbox. The wood had clear grain, hard texture, and exuded a natural texture. He placed the wood on his legs and gently stroked it, as if he was communicating with an old friend, his eyes revealing concentration and expectation.
He picked up the saw, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight. He squinted his eyes slightly, carefully aimed at the position of the wood, and then began to saw carefully.
Each cut was made with extreme caution. He held the saw firmly in his arms, exerting even and steady force, fearing that the overall structure of the wood would be damaged if he was not careful. The friction between the saw and the wood made a "rustling" sound, as if he was having a silent conversation with the wood.
After sawing, he picked up the sandpaper, which was rough but fine, and gently polished the surface of the wood, gently and patiently, circle after circle, until the wood became smooth as silk and felt warm to the touch, as if he could feel the vitality of the wood itself.
Next, Liu Jianping picked up the carving knife, which seemed to have life in his hands. His technique was skillful and precise, and every cut was just right, as if he was writing a beautiful article on the wood.
After a while, cute little animals and beautiful flowers appeared vividly on the wood. The little animals were in different shapes, some held their heads high, some looked down for food, as if they would jump off the wood at any time; the flowers were gorgeous, with layers of petals, as if emitting bursts of fragrance.
Liu Jianping was carving with great concentration, his eyes revealing his love for art and affection for Xiao Yuelai. He seemed to have put all his heart into this tiny toy.
Little Yuelai watched curiously from the side, his round eyes sparkling with excitement, like the bright stars in the night sky, full of curiosity and expectation for the craftsmanship of Third Grandpa. His small body leaned forward slightly, his two little hands tightly grasping the corners of Liu Ping'an's clothes, as if he was afraid of missing any wonderful moments. His little head kept turning with the movement of the carving knife in Third Grandpa's hand, his eyes full of amazement and yearning, he looked like a little explorer, full of desire for the unknown world.
While Liu Jianping was carving attentively, he gently teased little Yuelai: "Yuela, when Third Grandpa finishes this toy, I will give it to you to play with, okay?" His voice was low and full of love, as if it had a magical power that could soothe little Yuelai's anxious mood.
Xiao Yuelai seemed to understand what Third Grandpa said. He opened his pink little mouth slightly and made a clear and cheerful sound, as if he was eagerly responding to Third Grandpa. His little arms were waving in the air, and his little feet were kicking non-stop. His lively and lovely appearance made people laugh.
Liu Jianping laughed out loud at Xiao Yuelai's cute appearance. His hearty laughter echoed in the yard, like a cheerful movement. The wrinkles on his face were smoothed out by his smile, and his eyes were full of happiness and satisfaction. His hands moved more and more quickly, and the carving knife in his hand was like a smart spirit, jumping and dancing on the wood. After a while, the outline of the wood became clearer.
Before long, an exquisite wooden horse was completed. The wooden horse was lifelike and exuded a faint wood fragrance. Its body lines were smooth and its mane was carved to look lifelike, as if a gust of wind could make it run. Liu Jianping looked at his work with satisfaction, his eyes full of pride and a sense of accomplishment. He gently picked up the wooden horse, as if holding a rare treasure, and slowly handed it to Xiao Yuelai.
Xiao Yuelai excitedly reached out to grab the wooden horse, holding his little hand tightly, as if afraid that it would suddenly fly away. His face was filled with a bright smile, and that smile was like the sunshine in spring, warm and bright. He laughed happily, and that laughter was as clear as a silver bell, echoing in the yard, like a string of cheerful notes, filling the whole yard with a joyful atmosphere. The sun shone on him, reflecting his innocent smile. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving only this warm and beautiful picture.
In the farmyard full of life, the sun shines softly in every corner like a golden veil. Xiao Yuelai's chubby body tightly hugs the exquisite little wooden horse and jumps happily in the yard. His lively appearance is just like a little deer frolicking in the mountains and forests, full of endless vitality and energy.
Xiao Yuelai would occasionally use his chubby little hands to gently stroke the mane of the wooden horse. The mane seemed to come alive under the touch of Xiao Yuelai's little hands, trembling slightly. His eyes were shining with curiosity and love, like the bright stars in the night sky. Then, he tilted his little head and looked at the tail of the wooden horse curiously, with a focused expression, as if he was studying a rare treasure. He touched here and looked there, and from time to time he would chuckle, and the laughter was as clear as a silver bell, echoing in the yard.
Liu Pingan stood quietly by the side, his eyes following his son all the time. He looked at his son who was so happy that he forgot everything else, and a gratified smile appeared on his face involuntarily. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, warm and bright, full of love for his son, as if it could overflow. His eyes were full of tenderness, as if the whole world was left with only his son's cheerful figure.
At this time, Zhang Guifang and Qin Jingru walked out of the kitchen with brisk steps. Zhang Guifang was holding a plate of juicy fruits in her hands. The fruits exuded an attractive luster under the sunlight. She smiled and said, "Wow, look at this little wooden horse. It is so delicately made. Every detail is handled just right. Yuelai likes it very much. She has never put it down since she got it." Qin Jingru also echoed on the side, with a smile on her face: "Uncle San's craftsmanship is so good. This craftsmanship is famous in our villages. Yuelai will definitely play with this little wooden horse for a long time. Maybe she will even hold it when she goes to bed at night."
Liu Jianping was so happy when he heard this. His joy was like fireworks that instantly spread in his heart. He smiled and said, "As long as Yuelai likes it, this child is my treasure. In the future, Third Grandpa will make other fun things for you and I guarantee that you will have fun." When little Yuelai heard what Third Grandpa said, he danced with joy, clapped his hands, and babbled. Although no one could understand what he was saying, his cheerful tone was like a beautiful ballad, which made people feel his inner joy. His little feet kept stomping on the ground, as if cheering for Third Grandpa's promise.
At this time, Grandpa also came slowly from the backyard. He was holding a few freshly picked cucumbers in his hands. The cucumbers were emerald green with morning dew on them, so fresh that people couldn't help but want to take a bite. Grandpa smiled and said, "Wow, this yard is so lively, just like the New Year. Yuelai has new toys, and these toys are really beautiful." Everyone gathered around, like a group of birds attracted by delicious food. Grandpa handed the cucumbers to everyone and said with a smile, "These cucumbers are so fresh, just picked from the backyard, try them, they are sweet."
The family sat in the yard, with a small table in the middle, filled with fruits and cucumbers. Everyone ate cucumbers and chatted. The sun shone warmly on everyone, as if covering everyone with a layer of golden gauze. The breeze blew gently, bringing bursts of floral fragrance, which mixed with the fragrance of cucumbers, making people intoxicated.
Liu Pingan looked at the happy family, and his heart was full of emotion. His thoughts could not help but drift back to his childhood, when the family also sat together like this. Although they were not rich, lived in a shabby house, and ate simple meals, their home was full of warmth and happiness. The family sat together under the dim light, sharing what they saw and heard during the day, and laughter echoed in the small house. Now, he has also started a family and has a lovely son, and the family is still so harmonious. He looked at his wife, children, and elders around him, and felt that he was the happiest person in the world. This kind of happiness is like a glass of aged fine wine, the more you taste it, the more fragrant it becomes.
Suddenly, Xiao Yuelai ran to his grandfather with the little wooden horse like a little whirlwind. He handed the little wooden horse to his grandfather, shouting "Ah ah", and he looked so eager, as if he wanted his grandfather to take a good look at the little wooden horse. His eyes were shining with anticipation, as if he was saying, "Grandpa, look, my little wooden horse is so beautiful." Grandpa smiled and touched Xiao Yuelai's head, the action was gentle and full of love, and said, "Yuelai is so good, this little wooden horse is so beautiful, just as cute as Yuelai." Xiao Yuelai heard it and laughed happily, and the smile was as bright and warm as the sunshine in spring. Then, he ran away with the little wooden horse and continued to play in the yard. His cheerful figure became the most beautiful scenery in the yard.