The next day, before going to work, Tang Baona went to her grandpa’s house because she knew that grandpa would always get up early for a walk.
Looking at the slap-sized boxwood sculpture sent by his granddaughter, Mr. Feng was very interested, and took it and put on reading glasses to look carefully.
“Grandpa, how about it, is this carving okay?” Tang Baona asked expectantly.
Mr. Feng looked at it for a while, rubbed the head of the woodcarving lightly, and nodded, “It’s a very interesting woodcarving. It shouldn’t be long before you finished it? Some details are not as good as the one in your photo. It looks like Regressed. But the woodcarving design is more interesting, with a touch of Buddhism, and a little…cartoon feeling of your young people. I have a lot of ideas to make this woodcarving guy for you.”
Tang Baona stunned, and said strangely: “Grandpa, I didn’t seem to say that my friend is a man? And even if he is a man, he may not be a young man. Maybe he is about the same age as Grandpa?”
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