Luo Xiaojing's fighting spirit was extinguished by the cold water poured down by the great God: "boss, are you ready that Louis XIV rose will not be carved successfully?"

"Yes."

Leng Yu's resolute voice fell, Luo Xiaojing said in an urgent voice: "then why did you just say those words to comfort me in disguise?"

"Because you are Luo Xiaojing."

The tone of course, let her Zheng for a while, Leng Yu then said: "before you, I think the possibility is actually impossible, but after you come, I think the impossibility is slowly becoming possible."

The shimmering light at the bottom of her eyes ignited the little palpitation in Luo Xiaojing's heart, like a sudden injection of power. She clenched her fist, raised her voice habitually, and lowered her voice: "but I said in advance, if I cut up all the new batch of purple tourmaline materials, don't blame me."

"If every knife can be broken, it's your skill."

The joking of Da Shen is not funny at all. Luo Xiaojing spits out his tongue, turns back and puts on a dust mask.

The broken piece of tourmaline was wetted again. She opened the drip pipe again, and then the tourmaline slowly approached the high-speed rotating blade.

Luo Xiaojing, don't let God down. You can do it.

She silently thought that her big eyes would stick to the purple tourmaline. Holding her breath, she was extremely careful. While she secretly cried don't break, don't break, she watched the blade cut in slowly.

Dare not have the slightest lax adjustment angle, finally, the first angle of the purple tourmaline cutting completed.

"Boss, it's not broken."

Without the mask, Luo Xiaojing's voice sounds a little stuffy, but Weiyang's intonation is like honey, and the ending of every word is happy.

"Concentrate, don't be too happy to be sad."

Leng Yu's direct reminding made her just relaxed heartstrings taut again. She breathed out, moved her neck and continued to cut the other side.

Carving is something that seems not difficult but is difficult to operate. If you carefully observe those old sculptors who have been engaged in carving for several years, more than ten years or decades, you will find that the simpler the operation, the more solid carving skills are needed.

Whether a piece of crystal jade can carve out your conception and design in advance, cutting is the key first step. If it doesn't start well, it will have a great influence on the sculptor's next carving.

Last night and just Luo Xiaojing fell into this strange circle, but after Leng Yu's encouragement and comfort, she found that her lost hand suddenly came back.

Her cutting speed is still very slow, but her uneasiness and hesitation are gone, and her expression is not hesitating. She seems to have a plan in mind. After cutting the next scrap, she can polish, adjust the angle and trace the line in one go.

Leng Yu is not the first time to see Luo Xiaojing cutting materials, but every time Luo Xiaojing gives him a completely different feeling. He looks at the small face that focuses on the glittering under the serious work, and the arc of the corner of his lip slightly stirs up.

She recovered faster than he expected. Not long ago, she was so depressed that she almost gave up.

Mood gradually drift away, he inexplicably want to take out a mobile phone to confirm last night he used y Jun's net name and Luo Xiaojing chat, Luo Xiaojing gave him the idea, just put his hand into the trouser pocket, the buzzing of the machine suddenly stopped.

"Luck has come back. I've made it."

After the excited cry, Luo Xiaojing pours at him.

"Boss, Louis XIV rose is one fifth successful."

Waist is encircled, with the smell of dust suddenly melt into his breath, Luo Xiaojing excited under the embrace let him unexpected.

"Fortunately I didn't give up, I was right." Yang Qiming's small face, Luo Xiaojing's clear eyes, Leng Yu Leng, slowly raised her hand, want to hold her waist back.

But the hand hasn't fallen yet, and Luo Xiaojing jumps out of his arms.

"Boss, I'm sorry." In a flustered apology, Luo Xiaojing takes a few steps back and hammers his head, which is easy to be confused when he is complacent. He wants to hammer a few holes out.

Before moving out of Nanyuan, she hugged her. The unbroken purple tourmaline made her too happy. She wanted to celebrate and share. But now she not only moved out of Nanyuan, but also formally refused the big God, this sudden embrace, too bitchy.

No, no, you can't hold it before you move out of Nanyuan.

The idea of chaos gushes out one after another, Luo Xiaojing completely disordered, after this embrace, will the God misunderstand, if misunderstood her how to do?

"Luo Xiaojing!"

"Ah?"

Luo Xiaojing raises his head in the cold Yu's sudden low voice, looks at each other, and his small face wrinkles more tightly.

Dead, dying, when she just hugged the great God, she didn't take off her work clothes. The white shirt of the great God was stained with the dust and stains left by cutting the purple tourmaline.

It's no use apologizing. She has to help Dashen do the laundry.

Hesitating, I don't know how to open my mouth. Leng Yu then raised his wrist and looked at the table: "eat first, and then continue in the afternoon."Turning around at the same time, Leng Yu's indifferent eyebrow is tiny and can't be checked. Luo Xiaojing reacts for a while, takes off his work clothes and catches up in a hurry.

When he sneaks into the restaurant, lunch is already on the table. Luo Xiaojing washes his hands and sits at the table, embarrassed.

Yu Guang sweeps to Dashen's white shirt, gets the stains on her work clothes and sits there swaggering, but he seems not to notice. His slender and symmetrical fingers pick up chopsticks.

"Eat more, and in the afternoon you will have to work out the general shape of Louis XIV's rose."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Luo Xiaojing holds the bowl at hand, and the second half of the sentence makes her stiff.

"Boss, you won't be back in the afternoon?"

"Well." Fill a dish, Leng Yu light voice, "you need to spur, if the afternoon repair purple tourmaline again broken, I'm afraid your mind will collapse."

"Boss, don't crow mouth, OK?" Luo Xiaojing's mouth curled, "I just succeeded in cutting. When you say that, my heart is cold."

Before he was too excited, Dashen began to say this kind of words.

As soon as she pouted her mouth, Leng Yu looked at her and said with a smile, "you just don't have a normal mind. In the process of carving, it's normal for the material to break up."

"But if it keeps breaking, it will affect the progress of flowers." Then she added, "if Fanhua is determined to be Louis XIV rose."

"In fact, this idea is not mature." Leng Yu's words changed and seemed to be casual. "The reason why I hope Louis XIV roses can be carved out is also a little selfish of mine."

Speaking of this, he put down his chopsticks and looked back at his timid face: "Mr. Su didn't tell you that he once carved a very precious two-color tourmaline."

Luo Xiaojing's surprised pupil suddenly enlarged: "is it Mr. Su hansu?"