"All worried." Without thinking, Luo Xiaojing didn't see Leng Yu's expectation. She faintly felt that the great God had asked the same question a long time ago, but the object was different.

Memory temporary strike, Luo Xiaojing can not remember to give up temporarily, because the top priority is the Royal decoration.

"Boss, I feel like I'm going crazy, because it's all because of me."

If she hadn't given Kevin a new hand-painted picture in a hurry

There was light and shadow floating in Leng Yu's eyes. After a moment's silence, he looked at the buckets used to soak and clean olive stones under the machine: "Luo Xiaojing, how did you insist on carving at the beginning?"

"Ah?" Luo Xiaojing was stunned by the sudden change of topic, "just Hold on to it. "

Leng Yu squatted down and dipped his fingers in the cold water stained with crystal dust: "but sculpture for a girl may give up at the beginning."

Not counting the early design material selection, from the beginning of cutting, one hand will often be immersed in cold water.

This one alone makes many top art majors flinch, as well as the dirt and dust in the carving process, and the wound that will be cut by the carving knife if they are not careful.

The finished product is beautiful. In fact, the process from blank to finished product is unimaginable.

There are only a few male sculptors who can stick to it, and even fewer female sculptors who can stick to it. Only when they are both jewelers and crystal stone people can we understand that the sculptors who still stick to manual carving are devoted to carving.

You have to love it so much that you can stick to it.

After rubbing his fingers, Leng Yu grabs Luo Xiaojing's hand again. Luo Xiaojing has no time to hide, and his wrist is grasped by Leng Yu.

Subconsciously curled up under the dirty fingers to draw back, Leng Yu look a Ling: "don't move."

Warm finger across her hands still stained with olivine debris and dust, clear and not clear large and small scars countless. Leng Yu drew closer and saw that the cocoons on the fingers of the engraver were also sitting on it.

Not only did not have the delicate touch of other girls, but also some rough, Leng Yu frowned more tightly: "remember how many times I was cut by a knife?"

"I can't remember." Taking advantage of the gap between Leng Yu's mouth, Luo Xiaojing quickly pulls back her hand. It seems that her fingertips still keep Leng Yu's temperature. She moves and backs back to her back. "In fact, in recent years, she hasn't been cut often. She can't do it at the beginning when she takes the carving knife. If she can't find the position, her fingers will suffer as soon as she slips."

Recalling the scene when he just learned to carve, Luo Xiaojing chuckled: "once, I don't know how to do it. Ten fingers were cut out of blood, and band aids wrapped all over my hands. My mother was afraid that I would see too much, and she would think of the pain when I was cut, so she painted ten band aids with smiling faces."

Luo Xiaojing raises a smiling face, and his tone is very relaxed. Leng Yu looks at him quietly, and his eyes are filled with a few threads of insensible heartache.

"Miss Luo?"

"Yes." Thinking of her mother, Luo Xiaojing quietly drooped her head, "in order to let me learn sculpture, she used all kinds of threats and deceptions, but when I was young, I didn't want to learn, so I pretended to be ill and cried."

She stopped for a moment, took a deep breath of air pressure, and then she could not help but feel sour: "but later, she gradually fell in love with carving. After my mother left me, every time I picked up the carving knife, I felt that my mother was still at my side at that time, guiding and correcting."

Without any omen, Luo Xiaojing said that she had never just hidden in her heart.

Maybe it's because the great God asked her about carving, which made her think too much, or the temperature in the palm of his hand was too warm.

"But it has nothing to do with their accusations of plagiarism." Luo Xiaojing called out, and she realized that the God had taken her away for a long time.

The dark eyes flashed unfathomably, and Leng Yu said, "I'll take you to see some things."

What mystery does the great God want to play?

He took off his work clothes and washed his hands. He followed Leng Yu step by step, left the carving room and walked to the other side of the corridor. They stood in front of a door.

Leng Yu takes out the key and hands it to Luo Xiaojing: "open it."

Confused blinked an eye, Luo Xiaojing wants to answer, dare not answer: "boss, can you tell me what you bring me here for?"

What's behind the door? Luo Xiaojing doesn't know. She's afraid that it's Royal decoration's lawyer group, or the whole team's new product promotion and a group of people in charge of Royal decoration official micro are locked here.

The brain hole opens as if is too big, raised head to see Leng Yu, he still maintained to pass the key to her posture.

Hard scalp took over, Luo Xiaojing still hesitant to put the key into the keyhole.

After a click, the light in the room lights up.

Rows of display cabinets stand on the wall. The largest one in the center, each piece of exquisite sculpture, is divided into four layers, shining brilliantly under the spotlight.

"This is..."

Luo Xiaojing is stunned. In the next second, he rushes to the display cabinet in three steps and two steps. Through the transparent glass, he looks at Luo Rou's works which can only appear in his dream.“BOSS……”

Luo Xiaojing's voice was trembling. He was so excited that he couldn't move his eyes. His face had to be pasted on the transparent glass.

It was not until the strong breath of the clear air melted into her breath that she turned her head and looked at Leng Yu who had leaned close to her: "how can you have your mother's carvings?"

"I said that Mr. Luo Rou is a teacher I respect." Leng Yu and Luo Xiaojing look at the sculptures carved by Luo Rou in the display cabinet. "So these years, I have been looking for teacher Luo Rou's works. I am sure they are carved by her. I will buy them."

"Can you take it out Let me have a look? "

She did not dare to ask for it from the great God, because it must have cost a lot of money for the great God to treasure so many mother's carvings.

"Of course."

He opens the display cabinet and makes a gesture of invitation. Luo Xiaojing carefully holds one of the flowers series carved by Luo Rou in his hands and sticks it on his chest.

The past is fresh in my mind. The wet meaning in her eyes can't help it any more. The hot crystal is flowing down her face with crystal dust, and two shallow traces are dashed away.

"Boss, thank you." Something came out of her heart. She opened her mouth, and the rest of her words were swallowed by tears.

What a shame. She cried in front of Leng Yu, but every knife and every stroke on the carving had her mother's temperature. She couldn't help it.

The surging tears seem to pour out all these years of missing Luo rou. At this time, a pair of big hands fell on her trembling shoulders and gently pushed her into her arms.