Chapter 66: Jay's Request

Jack stared at the photo on the phone screen for a long time before coming back to his senses. He carefully put the photo away, then turned on his phone and found the text message Eva sent to the original owner of the body three years ago.

"With that kind of abnormal ink stain, could it be possible to send text messages?" Jack muttered to himself, pondered for a moment, then put away his phone, closed the door and prepared to go home.

When passing by a children's toy store, he noticed a puzzle hanging outside the store, with a complex and interesting pattern. Jack didn't think much about it and decided to buy one for Clare, hoping that she could change her mind and do puzzles while he was sculpting at night.

Of course, if Clare didn't like it, he wouldn't force her. When he got home, the sound of cooking was already coming from the kitchen, the exhaust fan was turned on very loudly, accompanied by the sound of Clare waving the spatula.

At that moment, Jack felt as if he had returned to the time before Eva disappeared. But he quickly shook his head and smiled bitterly. These memories of the original owner, especially the part about missing Eva, sometimes really made him unbearable.

Fortunately, his own thoughts and memories do not reject Eva, which allows him to coexist with the subconscious of his body.

After putting away the things and washing his hands, Jack walked into the kitchen and began to help Clare. Now Clare has learned to be smart when cooking. When she is not sure about the seasoning, she will put less. Even if the taste is a little light, Jack will eat with relish.

Jack has been considering whether acupuncture can help Clare restore her sense of taste these days. After all, so many drugs in the hospital have been proven to have no effect. Maybe acupuncture can stimulate the acupoints to a certain extent.

But this is just his initial plan. To do it specifically, at least he must find a famous doctor first. If necessary, he can ask the people in the Sheriff's Department for recommendation, even if the famous doctor is in another state.

After dinner, Jack washed the dishes as usual, and Clare went into the bedroom to complete the handmade newspaper assigned by the teacher. When Jack finished washing the dishes, wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, Clare was standing in the living room with a paintbrush in one hand and a ruler in the other. In front of her was a piece of 8-page white paper. In order to avoid staining the oil stains on the table, there were a few newspapers under the white paper.

"Jack, help me draw a few grid lines. My hands are too short and I always draw them crookedly." Clare raised the pen and ruler in her hand.

Jack was happy: "I thought you didn't want my help in anything. Well, use a pencil to draw the lines first, not a paintbrush. Give me the ruler..."

He took the ruler and went into the bedroom to get a sharpened pencil, because sometimes before carving, he also needs to use a pen to draw a rough outline on it, and Jack already had a foundation in painting before crossing over.

Soon he finished drawing the grid lines. Clare was watching silently beside him. Jack turned his head and asked her, "What else do you need to draw?"

"Here..." Clare pointed to the upper right corner of the white paper, "There is a green mountain range, and this side is a forest. I plan to fill it with the content of the 'Thinking Forest'. Then there are two little white rabbits here. They are discussing a math problem, with speech bubbles."

"You have a rich imagination." Jack smiled and lowered his head to draw.

However, he only completed the general outline and orientation layout to make the whole handmade newspaper look less messy, and then gave it to Clare to make and color it herself.

During Clare's production, Jack was watching from the side and making suggestions from time to time. He would only help when Clare really couldn't draw it.

Clare's eyes were smart. When the layout of this handmade newspaper was almost finished, she raised a thumbs up to Jack: "Jack, your painting is great! Well, but it still can't cover up the fact that you can't cook."

"Puff!"

Jack almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Little one, do you understand what it means that every inch has its own merits and demerits?"

"I don't know." Clare blinked.

Jack thought for a moment and asked, "Do you like painting? I can teach you."

"Okay!" Clare nodded quickly, and soon cast her eyes on the puzzle next to the sofa, "Is this for me?"

"Well, after reading a book every day, change your mind, play a puzzle, or learn to paint." Jack nodded.

"Thank you, Jack!"

Clare happily took the puzzle to her bedroom and put it away, then came back to continue making handmade newspapers. After copying all the text content, it took Clare almost an hour. The two fingers holding the pen were squeezed and deformed by the pen, and she cried out in pain.

Jack stood up from the workbench and pinched her gently.

Before living with Clare, he didn't know how heavy the burden of primary school students was, but now he has a deep understanding.

Nowadays, the homework assigned by the school to primary school students is almost assigned to parents. Without the parents' help, it is impossible to complete it. Sometimes even parents have to seek help from the Internet.

This is when Clare is very smart and Jack hardly has to worry about it.

When Clare put away the handmade newspaper and went to the bathroom to wash up, Jack's mobile phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

He didn't have the habit of hanging up unfamiliar calls, because the store usually sent out business cards. If it was a customer calling, he might miss a business.

The call was connected, and the tone of the other party was indeed a customer: "Hello, are you the owner of the Tingwu Sculpture Shop?"

"Yes, I am." Jack answered the phone and returned to his bedroom.

"My name is Jay. Do you remember the person who paid the deposit for you in the store last time?" the other party said.

Jack nodded: "Yes, I remember, do you want to buy the mask sculpture now?"

"No, I may come in two or three days. I just want to confirm that you haven't sold the mask?" The voice of the man named Jay was a little old, as if he was in his seventies or eighties, but Jack remembered that he was probably in his early sixties.

"No, don't worry, the sculpture has been reserved for you within the agreed time." Jack temporarily gave him a reassurance.

"Okay, thank you." Jay hung up the phone.

Although he just turned sixty, he looked much older than other people of the same age. At first glance, his sparse gray hair and two big bags under his eyes were impressive.

At this moment, he was sitting on a plastic stool, holding a mobile phone in his hand, staring blankly at a... ice coffin in front of him.

This was the yard of his own home in Beifeng Town. The place where Jay was was full of wreaths and flowers, and a group of monks were chanting scriptures. People kept passing by him, and Jay's two sons were sitting on the other side of the ice coffin with their wives and children.

In the ice coffin lay Rong, his wife who had just passed away.