Director Liu really wanted to slap her and slap her sober.
"Zuo Qingxuan! If you have such an attitude, get out of the art gallery!"
From the very beginning, Director Liu could not bear it, but he warned and persuaded him for the face of the art museum.
Until now, she was furiously angry.
Zuo Qingxuan was crazy, and Director Liu was so angry that she lost his mind.
When the curator saw that things were out of control, he had to stand up.
Mo Luan moved.
She took the phone out of her pocket, and the screen of the phone was as clean as a mirror.
"Look at what you look like, you are shameless, and the rest of us still have to face, the artists behind are still waiting for the exam, time is limited, no one will accompany you to go crazy here."
Zuo Qingxuan looked up and saw herself on the screen.
His face was pale, and his eyes were fierce and sharp.
This is not her.
Zuo Qingxuan stepped back subconsciously and hit her lion head.
With a bang, the lion head rolled to the ground.
She seemed unaware, staring at Mo Luan's phone screen.
Dismayed and collapsed.
This is not her, she has always been praised for being gentle and virtuous, generous and confident.
It's definitely not the sharp and radical mad woman on the screen.
When Zuo Qingxuan raised his hand to get the phone, Mo Luan took it back.
"You see, you don't love your work at all, and you don't love yourself either. You pack yourself into what you want to make it easier for you to act. And your woodcarving is just a stepping stone for you to step into. "
"You bullshit!"
Zuo Qingxuan said, "Okay, you carve it for me, let me be convinced."
"Okay, I leave you dumbfounded."
Mo Luan unceremoniously pushed her away and picked up the wooden lion head on the ground.
Said: "Director Liu, be optimistic about your students, if you disturb me again, I will not be happy."
The girl said loosely, but Director Liu's ears made him shiver all over.
He quickly said: "Miss, don't worry, I must take good care of her."
In order to prevent Zuo Qingxuan from being a demon again, Director Liu did not go back to the selection seat.
He stood beside Zuo Qingxuan in order to hold her at any time.
In the audience, Yun Hanqin stretched his waist, "This Zuo Qingxuan is really irritated and loses his mind. I think it will be even more crazy after a while."
Song Zhiyong suddenly felt sorry for Zuo Qingxuan.
She wanted to slap Mo Luan in the face with wood carving, which obviously disappointed her again.
Thinking of grandpa's bird wood carving, if she knew that the bird wood carving was repaired very well, it was almost finished.
Estimated to be dizzy.
Well, it's so pathetic.
Yun Hanqin glanced at his friend and tweeted, "When did you get infected by the black belly of Master Xun?"
Song Zhiyong touched his face, "Obviously?"
"Do you want to take a photo."
When he talked about taking a picture, he thought of Mo Luan let Zuo Qingxuan see her own picture.
He stepped back, expressionless: "No need."
"Yo-yo-yo, this expression is more similar."
"……Who?"
"Cheng Lian Er."
"..."
At this moment, discussions and exclamations slowly sounded from the audience.
"Have you taken a closer look, the eldest lady's technique seems careless, but in fact it is as smooth as her words."
"Yes, right, right, and without thinking, her hands kept moving, but the place where her knife slashed seemed to be covered with life."
"Wait first, so the eldest lady can also woodcarve?"
"..."
After a very tacit silence.
The discussion was loud.
"Fuck!"
"Big guy, absolute big guy."
"So the eldest lady is really a sculptor?"