Okay, I will create a life story according to your requirements. In order to make the story more authentic, I will first organize some basic settings. Please see if the following settings meet expectations. If you have other ideas, you can always come up with them. 【Synopsis】 The carpenter's father was hospitalized due to illness, and his daughter Kobayashi was forced to take over his studio. While sorting out the order, I found the diagnostic report in my father's notebook and learned that he was concealing his condition. On the eve of the operation, her father supported the sick body and taught her to complete the last custom wooden bracelet. After the operation, Kobayashi found lettering in the inner circle of the bracelet, and finally understood his father's silent love. 【Knowledge List】 Characteristics of pine wood: The texture is light, soft and easy to process, and the wood grain is fresh and natural. It needs to be polished with 400 mesh sandpaper to the touch of the baby's skin, and finally applied with edible wood wax oil. Woodworking note password: √=Completed, ○= Preparing,? =For communication, the father uses three symbols to manage the progress of the order. 【Chapter Presentation】 (Start the text below) When the smell of disinfectant seeped into the bone marrow, his father was lying on the push bed and counting the cracks in the ceiling. I was holding his rough palm, and I could touch the raised scab at the joint of my index finger-that was the medal left by 30 years of holding a carving knife. "Remember to use 400 mesh sandpaper for pine bracelet orders. "He was still instructing before the anesthetic pushed into the vein, pulling the monitor wire when his dry lips opened and closed, "The wood wax oil is in the third drawer." " On the day the shavings in the studio piled up to his knees, his father's notebook fell from the workbench. The date of the diagnostic report that slid out between the yellowed pages was half a year ago, and the words Stage III gastric adenocarcinoma were repeatedly deepened by pencils. I counted the full-page order symbols, √ and ○ like dense ants gnawing on the retina-he actually completed forty-seven orders between chemotherapy. The night before the operating light was on, his father slipped out of the ward and appeared in the studio. Moonlight cast his rickety shadow on the pine board, and his thinning hair stuck to his sweaty forehead after chemotherapy: "Teach for the last time, look carefully. "When the carving knife drew a smooth arc on the bracelet, the indwelling needle tube on the back of his hand trembled with his pulse, and the edges of the pain relief patch rolled up and wrinkled. In the regular ticking of the monitor, I rubbed the smooth surface of the finished bracelet. When the inner dent appeared in the morning light, the smell of blood in his throat suddenly filled up-the four small characters "Kobayashi Eighteen" were hidden deep in the wood grain. His father used the brushstrokes he made for the kindergarten to carve the date of death on the diagnosis report into a birthday gift. The metal bracelet is always too cold to stick to the clavicle, but the pine one slowly simmers out the body temperature. Just like that early morning soaked in disinfectant water, my father's cold fingertips suddenly flicked in my palm, just like the frequency with which the carving knife vibrated under the warm spring sun when he held my hand and taught me to draw wood grain twenty years ago.