But after just talking, his expression relaxed a lot.
Several juniors knew that this was an extremely difficult decision for Song Lao.
If it is not repaired, the bird statue is a pile of wood scum.
Let Zuo Qingxuan try his best to stick it together.
Regardless of the degree of recovery, this is the only bottom line he can accept now.
Zuo Qingxuan said: "Song Lao, can I bring the Flying Bird statue back? I want to study it when I'm free."
"can."
Old Song coughed twice, "However, Miss Zuo has to take responsibility."
"I see."
If the Asuka statue is lost or there is an accident, it is her responsibility.
Zuo Qingxuan was gentle and gentle on her face, speaking and deeds, generous and confident.
But in fact, her heart is very irritable.
How to put together and glue that pile of rotten wood?
Even if it is barely repaired, it must be ugly.
The appearance of such works will affect her reputation in the art circle.
But she couldn't refuse.
bother.
Several people left the bedroom and walked to the collection room.
Song Zhiyong helped Song Lao, Zuo Qingxuan and Yun Hanqin walked side by side.
Zuo Qingxuan was upset, and she couldn't hear Yun Hanqin talking to her.
"Miss Zuo?"
The woman returned to her senses and said softly, "Sorry, I was a little distracted just now."
Yun Hanqin smiled and said, "Will other artists take the promotion exam?"
Zuo Qingxuan nodded, "Yes, free to sign up."
Yun Hanqin chuckled, "I didn't know before. The masters of the original art museum are also ranked."
"It doesn't count."
Zuo Qingxuan also smiled, "If you pass the promotion exam, you are eligible to run for the World Art Association."
"That's it."
Yun Hanqin praised, "It seems that Miss Zuo's goal is the World Art Association."
Zuo Qingxuan confidently and generously said: "The World Association is the dream of every artist."
"Miss Zuo is young and promising. It's only a matter of time before joining the WTO."
"Thank you."
The three came to the collection room, which was very large, with two suites in an outhouse.
The broken bird statue is in a square glass cabinet.
The old man raised his loose-skinned right hand and touched the glass cabinet.
It seems to be touching his own child.
Everyone around knows that this bird wood carving is a treasure of the old man.
Stay with him for decades.
Regardless of its own value, it has feelings for the old man.
He picked up the glass case and said, "Let's go."
Song Zhiyong and Yun Hanqin looked at Song Lao, but did not take the glass case over.
They followed Song Lao out of the collection room.
The people waiting downstairs were a little anxious, although the matter was basically settled.
Before the final result came out, they were still a little worried.
I'm afraid of the old man's temporary remorse and all kinds of unexpected situations.
In fact, they were frightened by the accident.
Seeing people coming down from upstairs, the people in the hall quickly stood up.
Looking at Song Lao, he moved to the bird statue he was holding.
I was a little nervous and didn't dare to speak out.
Suddenly, the weak old Song stomped on the air.
The glass cabinet came out, and he fell forward.
Everyone was shocked for a moment, and rushed over together.
"dad!"
"dad!"
"grandfather!!"
"..."
At the moment, the old man was held by Yun Hanqin and Song Zhiyong who were following him.
The people in the living room also rushed over, holding on to Song Lao with all their hands.
There are no dangers.
Everyone broke into a cold sweat.
"Dad, are you all right."
They looked at the old man nervously, their scalp tingling with fright.
His face turned pale.