The little girl was intently playing with the clay in her hands, and she sculpted a little rabbit that was incredibly lifelike.
It's not the cartoonish bunny you might imagine, but rather like a lifelike sculpture, as if the little bunny in your hand might jump out at any moment.
Milkball can perfectly replicate the things she has touched; it's a talent, but no one in a busy life would discover a child's talent for playing with mud.
"Dad, I made a pretty little rabbit."
He responded when he heard the baby's voice.
"The Milk Group is amazing!"
He has always been generous when it comes to praise.
After chopping just over ten logs, the blisters on my hands had already broken; it was no wonder I hadn't done heavy work for years.
No matter how bitter it is, I grit my teeth and bear it.
It took a whole morning to collect all the necessary timber, including not only enough wood but also vines piled up like small hills.
He had calculated that there was more than enough wood to build the shelter he planned, and with the extra, he could make two small stools and a small wooden table to talk eloquently in front of the live broadcast room.
In less than a day and a half, he has adapted to the posture of facing the camera. At first, he was a little uncomfortable and nervous, but now he can handle it with ease.
Only then did I put the baby down. The little mud ball in the baby's hand had somehow transformed from a little rabbit into the shape of her mother.
This mud-covered mother doesn't look pretty, and she doesn't even have hair, but the curve of her eyes makes people feel close and gentle, as if elegance is engraved in her bones, just like the gentlest Morandi color scheme.
Milkball's talent went unnoticed. The drone kept circling around Li Sheng, and just as he put Milkball down, a mud ball wobbled and fell to the ground.
Mom turned into a pancake.
He felt a little guilty.
"Is Milkball fun?"
Milkball tilted his head and thought seriously for a long time before answering with some difficulty: "Maybe, possibly, perhaps, it should be okay."
At such a young age, he has already organized all the languages he can use in his mind.
Li Sheng chuckled awkwardly, somewhat insincerely: "I'm glad the baby likes it."
It has a somewhat artificial father-daughter relationship feel to it.
Before building the shelter, he needed to weave a fish trap out of vines to make fishing much easier, as he needed to replenish his food supply.
This is also a point that deserves to be emphasized in popular science education.
After all, there aren't many people who know how to weave fish traps these days. I learned these skills from reading books I had read before, which talked about how ethnic minorities who were isolated from the world survived in the deep mountains hundreds of years ago.
I never expected to use it. And it's not just this one thing. He loves reading, is curious, has excellent hands-on skills and learning ability. He can remember most of the books he has read, if not perfectly.
So while everyone else was studying hard during their student years, I easily got into my ideal university.
Perhaps everything came too easily, and he never experienced the feeling of others striving with all their might. Therefore, he has always been very lazy, thinking that learning is endless and that being "good enough" is enough, and that money can never be earned enough and that being "good enough" is also enough. He has always had this mindset, which is why he panicked and failed miserably when the unexpected happened.
He explained the science while weaving a fish trap with vines, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that his technique was extremely clumsy. Other than that, it was still passable.
The fish trap was completed in less than an hour, possessing a rustic and rugged beauty.
In the process of popularizing science, it not only explained the method of making fish traps, but also slowly narrated the development history of some ethnic minorities that I saw and recorded at the time.
His tone was unhurried and calm, without any deliberate attempt to show off his knowledge, like a storyteller calmly narrating the long river of history.
He seemed to forget himself as he spoke history and manipulated the fish trap in sync. The little girl listened intently, even though her father's stories were the most captivating.
He was enveloped in the golden light of the sun, and while the number of viewers in the live stream was increasing, there weren't many comments, as if the person on the other end of the internet connection was also engrossed in listening.
The captivating storytelling ended simultaneously with the fish trap, at which point the live stream room became lively again.
People seem to have a new understanding of this flamboyant dad.
On the other end of the network, a young woman with dark circles under her eyes was captivated by the figure in the live stream, surrounded by darkness. The faint golden light emanating from him was as benevolent, knowledgeable, and reassuring as the Buddha.
As the protagonist finished speaking, he quickly pointed a few times with his hand. His slender, white fingers were marred by hideous bruises.
Before your fingers could even stop moving, the animation of the gift filled the entire phone screen.
The ID is none other than that of the wealthy woman who claims to be your God of Wealth.
Many viewers in the live stream were also making somewhat exaggerated speculations about Li Sheng's identity.
"With such amazing skills and strong hands-on abilities, he must be a retired special forces soldier."
"So knowledgeable, I think he must be a teacher at a higher education institution, maybe even a professor or associate professor."
"It must be a very powerful unit. Teachers are usually very refined and gentle. Although the streamer looks very delicate and gentle, he doesn't really look like a teacher."
Some of them are even more outrageous.
"Could it be a disciple from a legendary, powerful sect who has come down from the mountain for training?"
Each one is exaggerated, but none of them are actually true.
His wife loves flowers, so he opened a flower shop. He loves reading leisurely books and also loves his wife's tenderness and romance, so he opened a bookstore next to the flower shop. In her spare time, his wife would sit in a hanging chair with a cup of coffee in the flower shop and read a book. His bookstore was always filled with the fragrance of flowers and coffee. The two of them would always look at each other through the window in the wall, and they would smile knowingly every time their eyes met.
Oh, by the way, the coffee shop across from them, with fresh flowers on the tables and bookshelves full of books, was the kind of place my best friend grew up in. He was never greedy, and back then he felt his life was perfect.
Although they are not extremely wealthy, their combined monthly income of around 10,000 yuan is more than enough to cover their expenses, with half of that remaining.
Perhaps God was jealous that he was living too well.
When talking to viewers in the live stream about her past life, she couldn't help but smile happily.
However, the viewers in the live stream felt increasingly heartbroken. Li Sheng's previous life was the kind of life most people aspired to, and it would be unacceptable for anyone to suddenly fall into such a predicament.
But he had come to terms with it; he seemed to understand his wife's reasons for insisting on giving birth to Naituan.
It wasn't just a mother's love for her child, but also a wife's love for her husband. She understood herself well enough; she knew that if her husband left her, she would become despondent, break down, or even contemplate suicide. So, she gave birth to Naituan, which gave her a renewed sense of responsibility, a direction to strive for, and hope for life.
He spoke spontaneously, and felt a sense of relief after expressing what was on his mind.
Meanwhile, countless people in the live stream began to wonder about Li Sheng's wife. What kind of woman was she who could raise their child so well and make Li Sheng so unforgettable?
The information emanating from Li Sheng and Naituan was enough to let everyone know just how wonderful the deceased was.
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