Young Master, Don't Bother Me

"Dad, do you think so?"

Although Duan is engaged in the business of crystal raw materials, Duan Zhenghao never takes a knife, but Duan Qingyan knew when he was very young that Duan Zhenghao had a kind of observation on sculpture works that no one else could match.

He even knows how to carve better than a sculptor.

So his opinion is very important to Duan Qingyan.

Put down the design in his hand, Duan Zhenghao looked at the piece of Su Jishi: "want to carve beautiful colors?"

The colors of Suji stone are very rich, including almost all the transition colors of pink, blue and purple. Although the value of pure color is higher, the value of Suji stone with several colors on a piece of material will increase several times after being skillfully carved by a sculptor. The design is ingenious, and the exquisite carving of Suji stone is even more desirable.

"Yes." Duan Qingyan raised her eyebrows, "can dad give me some advice?"

Duan Zhenghao said with a smile: "you are a professional sculptor. How did you start to ask my opinion?"

"Because dad has a unique vision."

"I can't. I'm old." Although Duan Zhenghao said so, he took Su Jishi in his hand.

Su Ji stone is different from other transparent crystal stones. The crystal can not be seen by polishing. Some crystals can be seen from the materials with high oil and high degree of jade, but only a small part rather than the whole picture.

For the poor looking crystal of Suji stone, we can only change the design according to the material in the carving process.

"I don't have a problem. It's up to you."

A good sculptor can carve a flawed crystal jade into an exquisite handicraft, while a poor sculptor can carve a flawless crystal jade into garbage. In Duan Zhenghao's eyes, Duan Qingyan obviously belongs to the former.

"Dad has so much faith in me?" Sipping her lower lip, Duan Qingyan said with a shy smile, "in fact, I do have the same confidence as my father in carving this piece. It's just that the design of flowers is completed. How can I give it to Leng Yu is a problem."

Duan Qingyan knows better than anyone how much Leng Yu dislikes her. If she gives Su Jishi's flowers to Leng Yu, she's afraid Leng Yu won't even look at them, and they will fall to pieces.

"Xiaoyan, do you really have to enter the imperial ornament?" Duan Zhenghao still wants her to set up her own studio. "With your carving level and Duan's backing, you can have your own carving studio."

"That's what I'll think about after I marry Leng Yu." She needs more support than Duan, which is not enough to meet her ambition, "so Dad, you have to help me."

"How can I help you?" Leng Yu seems to be polite to him, but Duan Zhenghao feels that Leng Yu and Duan all hate him.

Duan Qingyan looked down and said, "unless..."

……

Luo Xiaojing stayed in Su Han's studio until 9 p.m.

Originally, he planned to borrow the atlas from Su Han and return to Nanyuan. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the studio, Su Han was out of control. He told Luo Xiaojing all about the origin and development of sculpture, the handed down works of exquisite works, the hot sculptors in recent years and the famous studio.

Luo Xiaojing needs this useful information, although she knows some of it.

"Do you know Chen Xing?" After saying so much, I didn't see Su Han tired at all. "I'm really sorry. He took me into the business, but I didn't expect that Chenxing would not be like this."

Chenxing has recently produced a group of carvings, which are pendants with mountains and rivers as the theme and black jade as the main material.

"The composition and writing are not good. The fluency and flexibility are even worse. I can't bear to look directly at them. I really doubt whether the equation has taken out the apprentice's sculpture to make up the number." Su Han sighed with regret, and then said to Luo Xiaojing, "so in the field of sculpture, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves faster than other industries. Your basic skills can't last a lifetime. If you don't work hard for a while, you will be surpassed by later generations."

"So Qianlang died on the beach?"

Luo Xiaojing skin for a while, followed by a shudder Su Han: "you don't forget that I am also the front wave."

"Mr. Su is the evergreen of the sculpture class." Luo Xiaojing immediately changed her tongue, laughing like a wolf with a big tail, "it doesn't match the front wave."

"I've also lost my eye, for example, when I mistook you."

Smell speech, the smile on Luo Xiaojing's face instantly solidifies.

Su Han then laughed: "wrong, you are a good sculptor."

skin is very happy. So can su Han.

Almost scared to lose his heart, Luo Xiaojing murmured: "Miss Su..."

At this time, Su Han raised his hand and looked at his watch: "my God, it's more than nine o'clock." Then he patted his forehead and said, "I forgot the time as soon as I opened the box. I'll send you so late..."

"Just in time for the last subway." Luo Xiaojing dare not let Su Han send, "see you tomorrow, Miss Su."

"What I said today, you should take it to heart. Since you want to be a sculptor, don't relax. I'll give you some materials for you to practice these days."

Feeling that Su Han is going to have a tendency to stop, Luo Xiaojing holds the atlas and quickly flashes away.Not far out of the studio, a light rain came from the gray sky.

Rain is not big, with some cool in the night wind, no umbrella Luo Xiaojing can not help but speed up the pace, mobile phone also rings at this time.

"Where are you?"

The deep and beautiful male voice came from the receiver. All of a sudden, it was quiet all around, only the whirring wind and the rustle of light rain, like a sweet accompaniment.

"Oh, I'm near Miss Su's carving studio." Thinking about what the God asked, Luo Xiaojing couldn't help but add, "I didn't go to jingsongfang. I talked with Mr. Su. At this time, I'm going to the subway station, and I can take the subway back to Nanyuan."

"Is it on Hengshui road?"

Luo Xiaojing happened to walk to the street at this time. He looked up and saw that the sign said Hengshui road.

Thinking about how the God would know, just about to say yes, Leng Yu's voice rang out in the receiver: "stand there and don't move."

Almost a few seconds later, the black Maybach stopped at Luo Xiaojing's feet like falling from the sky.

The window is closed, and the door is pushed open first. Luo Xiaojing is standing on the sidewalk. She can open the door with her next step, but Lengyu still comes down.

A stiff suit is covered with a layer of mist by the falling rain, and is reflected by the yellow street lamp on the top of his head, flashing a soft light. Luo Xiaojing has not yet recovered from the sudden appearance of the God, and the atlas in his right hand has been held by Leng Yu.

"Get in the car."

The front passenger's door is pulled open, and the palm of Leng Yu's hand covers Luo Xiaojing's head, casting a shadow that makes Luo Xiaojing come back to life.

Dazhen's careful action made her feel rippling, and her little face turned red. She quickly sat down in the co driver's seat.

The empty position around him was immediately filled with the unique breath of the great God. Seeing him sitting back, Luo Xiaojing turned unnaturally and looked out of the window: "how is it so clever?"

With that, she glances at Leng Yu again. Unexpectedly, the man with soft side face suddenly approaches he