Young Master, Don't Bother Me

Think of Su Yue said Duan Qingyan brain powder may come to make trouble, Luo Xiaojing picked up the broom, quietly went out.

Just a probe, meow a call startled her to raise the broom.

"Sculptor Luo?"

Looking at each other, the lady who owns the milk tea shop next door is squatting at the door of the studio to feed a civet cat. When she sees Luo Xiaojing holding a broom high, she is almost about to fall down. She is so scared that she sits on the ground, "are you..."

"Oh, nothing. I saw a figure wandering outside the studio just now. I thought it was a bad guy."

With the broom down, Luo Xiaojing quickly helps the tea shop owner to get up. The civet cat whines and rubs Luo Xiaojing's trouser legs.

"It's a little flower."

As soon as she reached out, the civet cat named Xiaohua changed her object to please her. The owner of the milk tea shop turned to Luo Xiaojing and said, "it's the wild cats around here. They often go to my shop to eat and drink. It's not that I come to stick to what I want to eat after work."

"You just got off work, too?"

"Yes." The lady of the milk tea shop poured some cat food from her pocket to Xiaohua, "but I have a fixed time every day. Sometimes you work late into the night."

"The studio just opened. We have to work hard."

"You've worked too hard to live with milk tea every day!"

Luo Xiaojing laughed: "it's not so exaggerated. It's better to have a job than to be in a daze every day. If you don't work hard when you are young, you can't work hard when you are old."

"But I haven't seen many of you as a desperate Sanniang." After eating half a bowl of cat food, the owner of the snack shop poured some more for Xiaohua, "you also participated in the sculpture competition, I watched the live broadcast."

"There was an accident. Before the end of the third round, we sent our injured sculptor to the hospital."

Luo Xiaojing doesn't mind mentioning the sculpture contest. The tea shop owner is very sorry: "I don't know if I can replay it. If I can, I hope you will win the sculpture prize."

"Me?" Luo Xiaojing can't believe it.

"Judge Hao Nan and I have the same vision." Full of Xiaohua lying in the middle of Luo Xiaojing and the milk tea shop owner, squinting and snoring happily, "Leng Dashen is too strict, I want to take off the powder."

Luo Xiaojing chuckled: "in fact, it's OK. When I was a student in Yushi, he was very strict. He always took the exam. As soon as the score was low, he might have to leave Yushi."

"But oh..." The lady of the milk tea shop stroked the cat's hair. "We are too scared to see you play in the second half of the whole story, especially in the third round. We all thought that you could not carve the fragrance of Suzuki from master Luo rou."

Luo Xiaojing's face suddenly changed color: "I..."

"I'm sorry, sculptor Lowe." The lady who owns the milk tea shop realized that this is not appropriate. "Look at me, you are the daughter of master Luo rou. How can you not carve the fragrance of lily of the valley?"

Luo Xiaojing can only smile bitterly except for a bitter smile. As Su Yue guessed, no matter she is kind or malicious, she doesn't believe that she can't carve Luo Rou's works.

"You are right. My performance in the final was not good enough. I have to refuel."

"It's already very good, but it's almost lucky. If the first round is not the last choice, it won't affect the second or third round."

After another chat, a friend of the lady who owns the milk tea shop came to pick her up and saw her off. Luo Xiaojing stood on the street corner and felt it necessary to go back to her old house.

The knot needs to be opened, and only mom can open it.

After stopping a car and returning to the community, Luo Xiaojing stands outside the community, inexplicably feeling as if he had been separated from the rest of the world.

But it's not the time to be sad. When you walk into the unit and step on the stage, you open the door with the key. Luo Xiaojing goes straight to the biggest drawer under the wardrobe.

One by one, Luo Xiaojing takes out her mother's belongings. She is calm and even feels surprised. She is still sad and even wants to cry, but she just can't accept the fact that Luo Rou has passed away. She doesn't have to talk about her hesitation any more.

She knows who the power of stability comes from. Leng Yu has long given her the sense of security she lacks. Should she introduce Leng Yu to her mother? She thought so and opened Luo Rou's diary.

After Luo Rou's death, there are not many things left behind. Those worth a little money are basically sold off by the greedy Luo Meili. The design manuscripts are scattered. Luo Xiaojing can only collect and keep two of them. Luo Meili wanted to sell these diaries to reporters who wanted to explore Luo Rou's private life. It was she who made a fuss for three days and secretly hid them until now.

The paper page has already turned yellow, but it is the most precious one in luoxiaojing. When you turn to the first page, wechat sounds a prompt.

Leng Yu: "at home?"

Seeing the name displayed on the screen, Luo Xiaojing just accumulated the annoyance of being disturbed and gave up: "No."

Leng Yu: "working overtime in the studio? It doesn't matter, does it? "

As a rhetorical question, Luo Xiaojing can make up Leng Yu's nervous appearance. She bends her lips to the screen: "but the big God asks, which also reveals that the big God is not at home at this time. Why? It doesn't matter what happened to my girlfriend's arm, does it? "Luo Xiaojing can't see the cold, helpless and spoiled smile on the screen, but he thinks it's almost the same.

"In the past, I thought working overtime was a very happy thing, but since I had you, working overtime happily has become extremely difficult."

Luo Xiaojing blushed and shyly transferred the hardship: "I didn't work overtime. I'm in the old house."

Second back Leng Yu did not in second back, wait a few seconds, Leng Yu directly called back.

Luo Xiaojing immediately understood how he could be so anxious. As soon as he got through, she explained anxiously: "I'm not moving back. I'm just coming back to find my mother's relics."

Obviously, he was relieved when he heard the phone. Then Leng Yu asked, "why is it so late?"

"It's a temporary decision that I suddenly want to Mom The reason is that she still said, holding a mobile phone in one hand and turning over Luo Rou's diary in the other, "there are not too many things, just some manuscripts, photos and diaries. I'll sort them out and get them to the apartment."

Leng Yu said with a smile: "I didn't expect that teacher Luo still has the habit of keeping a diary."

"Not only did I keep a diary, but I kept it for a long time." What Luo Xiaojing turned over is only one of them. She read the date after she was sensible. "The writing is also very beautiful."

Boasting of his mother, Luo Xiaojing spared no effort: "such as this one."

She cleared her throat: "some angry, although I am a lack of money sculptor, but it does not mean that I have to give up my precious crystal, the only comfort is the boy playing with Xiaojing, I see Xiaojing smile so happy for the first time."

Luo Xiaojing is embarrassed. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the beautiful writing. What about the boy who plays with her? She's not impressed at all.