At this moment, Wang Yuanming came over from the front desk.
His assistant followed, holding a simple stone sculpture in his hand.
Because the exam time is limited, so when the sculptor, calligrapher and painter take the exam, how simple it is
A true master can show his skills in just a few strokes.
Zuo Qingxuan greeted him, and Wang Yuanming was in a bad mood, nodded and left.
The next exam is a painter.
After Zuo Qingxuan waited for the painter to go out, she went to the front to see the judges' bench.
When the line of sight fell on the only girl in the selection of teachers.
The whole person was stunned like a thunderstorm.
Her heartbeat was like beating a drum, and she was dazzled by the beating of "dongdongdong".
She must be wrong.
Zuo Qingxuan closed her eyes abruptly and opened them again.
Familiar face, familiar phoenix eyes, familiar... spicy bar.
impossible.
impossible.
Zuo Qingxuan stepped back subconsciously and almost tripped over the chair behind him.
A woman quickly took the chair away.
"Qingxuan, be careful."
Zuo Qingxuan stared at the selection seat blankly, unaware that he almost tripped over the chair.
He didn't hear the woman telling him to be careful either.
Her head was humming, unable to think, as if all the cells had stopped working.
Just dumbfounded, as if the soul had been taken away.
There was a sentence repeated in her heart, impossible, impossible, impossible...
It just looks like it, definitely not Mo Luan's dull head.
How could she be Su Lao's granddaughter, the long-awaited noble lady in the art museum.
impossible!
As her legs felt weak, Zuo Qingxuan leaned against the wall and breathed.
The woman beside him worried: "Qingxuan, what's wrong with you? I'm not feeling well? Are you nervous?"
Another artist laughed and said: "It's okay, everyone is nervous, after all, today is the distinguished lady."
Zuo Qingxuan didn't hear what they said at all.
Her heart was beating very fast, her hands and feet chilled.
Near the point of collapse.
How is this possible, she hugged her head.
She must be dreaming, the woman Mo Luan, Mo Luan, Mo Luan!
Not her, she grew up in the country and only recognized her brother not long ago.
It is impossible to suddenly become Su Lao's granddaughter.
Qingyue's cell phone rang, getting louder and louder.
The artist next to her gave her a push, "Qingxuan, your phone rang."
"Your husband must have called you."
The artist envied, "The appearance of you two talented women is simply an idol drama in reality."
Zuo Qingxuan was pushed down, and the phone's ringtone became louder and louder.
She recovered.
But the whole person was still in a trance, and instinctively took out his mobile phone to connect, "Hello?"
"Qingxuan, is it your turn to take the exam?"
"not yet."
"Don't be nervous for a while, you are the best, you will definitely be taken by the lady."
Zuo Qingxuan gave a chuckle, which was both mocking and sarcasm.
Fancy?
The other party is Mo Luan, why would you like her?
Why is Mo Luan.
why?
Zuo Qingxuan bit her lower lip, almost going crazy.
An Jinze on the phone didn't know her inner collapse, and said softly: "Relax, take out all your strength, I believe you can."
Zuo Qingxuan took a breath, "I know."
The inner irritability and irritability finally dissipated a little after hearing his encouragement, and he regained some sense of reason.
Zuo Qingxuan held the phone and said softly: "Jinze, do you regret marrying me?"
An Jinze stunned slightly and said with a smile, "I don't regret it."