Wan Changsheng was focused and didn't even look at Lin Chuni's work style: "This style is wonderful, but I see the Buddha statue... there should be something wrong with the sculpture, and it's okay to wait. I'll help you make this work. Thank you for treating me to a meal."

When I came in, I saw that the photos of the ink tattoos were on the wall next to the girls. It was mainly because Wan Changsheng saw this unreasonable carving, and his hands were itchy and obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he was uncomfortable.

Lin Chuni's big, watery eyes were even more surprised. In the familiar space, she actually knocked her fingers on the folding chair several times before sitting down on the side of her legs. She watched Wan Changsheng take off the half-arm-sized ebony Buddha statue to carve it.

Of course, the most bizarre thing is that he can actually take out a carving knife from his pocket at will.

Obviously, in a few minutes, anyone with eyes will find Wan Changsheng's focus.

Because he did pour all his attention on the carving of the Buddha's head, his eyes raised from time to time were all watching the slowly sinking, like the essence of milky white smoke, and then he made some modifications on the Buddha's head, looked again, and then modified them.

I just didn't look at the beauty next to me, let alone the whispers of those fashionable girls and the slight motor sound of the tattoo machine, they didn't affect Wan Changsheng.

When the braised pork rice was brought over, Lin Chuni seemed to be awakened and quickly took over a large bowl covered with plastic wrap, so cautious that she seemed to have never treated a boy like this.

A beautiful girl like her has always been held in the palm of her hand.

At this moment, I didn't dare to disturb Wan Changsheng.

To put it bluntly, it is very simple to put it bluntly. When making incense, some milled particles are added to the sandalwood fragrance, and the cone hollow shape of the spice that the ancients found, the heat after burning is easily discharged downwards, and then the particles are impurities, which are more important than the air, and will naturally sink down.

In fact, it is a bit like the floating where ordinary balloons fall, so the general incense burner that flows backwards must be matched with half-blocking and windlessness. This milky white flowing smoke is very fairy-like.

But when we reach the knowledge of Wan Changsheng, we naturally have to guide the fairy spirit to be more distinctive.

It took him almost half an hour to adjust the texture of the fleshy bun on the head of the Buddha statue without destroying the original shape, and deepen and widen it. He finely grind and carved it with the sharp edge of the seal carving knife. Fortunately, it was the ebony that was consistent inside and inside, but in the end it was not obvious that it had been changed, but the surface luster exposed a little difference.

Wan Changsheng almost thought it was in his office. He quickly looked around and saw that there was no desktop before he could react. Then he actually reached out to uncover the braised pork rice bowl and applied some oil with his fingers!

Lin Chuni, who had been focusing on all his movements, finally smiled, got up, reached out and slapped Wan Changsheng off his hand, and took a box of moisturizer from the tattoo workbench next to him: "What are you doing? Use this."

The flat-headed girl who had been focusing on tattoos finally looked up and looked here with a very bad look.

If Du Wen saw it, she would definitely show a strange smile.

But Wan Changsheng couldn't notice that there was there. He just found something to deal with the emergency. If he really couldn't do it, he didn't mind applying some oil on his face.

Originally, the so-called "pan" in literary play is to slowly moisten these jade and wooden tools with body fat, oil and sweat. Today, Wan Changsheng noticed that a considerable number of those thousand-year-old treasures were noticed in the Shoushan Stone Palace. Perhaps it was because the skin contact that had been played and rubbed for decades was less dim and became much more dull.

There is no less moisturizing feeling that penetrates the heart.

Lao Jing said that now they are all repaired by spraying.

And the flowing smoke also needs lubrication.

I applied it a little bit, making the entire Buddha head smooth. I didn't see the girl holding the slender jade fingers of moisturizing oil, took a deep breath with enthusiasm, and put the Buddha statue back carefully.

A little excited looking at witnessing a miracle.

Mad, Lin Chuni may think that this guy is really a bit of a straight man who only focuses on his hobbies.

Not pretending.

Sure enough, the white smoke originally flowed down vertically, but now it touched the Buddha's head and poured out again.

However, unlike the messy and scattered before, now it is diverted into the undulating textures on the head. Several of the strands are gently spiraled along the flesh bun, gently sliding off the shoulders of the Buddha statue.

There was no fog in front of the Buddha statue's face, and it all became the background behind it.

It has guidance of the overall direction and small characteristics of local details.

This is the overall local relationship that the artist should communicate at any time in his mind. Use big relationships to attract attention and small details to marvel at the aftertaste. This is the overall view.

Wan Changsheng rubbed his hands with satisfaction and commented: "Since this incense burner with backflow incense has a bit of charm and has a lot of ideas in shape, it should be perfect, rather than just about the same thing, so that it is worthy of this material."

Lin Chuni is indeed smart: "Are you reminding me of my tattoo?"

Wan Changsheng turned around and smiled, but was immediately rushed back by the scenery over there: "It's like this when doing things. Such a good piece of material is in the museum's art gallery, and it's held in the hands every day, but there are probably more people who chop firewood."

Lin Chuni immediately gave the exclamation mark on the boy's intelligence level again: "You have a lot of mystery to speak."

Wan Changsheng waved his hand, and he couldn't turn back and talk face to face: "I'm used to growing up in the temple... It's not very convenient here, so I brought it downstairs to eat."

Lin Chuni: "What kind of outfits are you wearing? Have you never seen the backless outfit? Have you never seen the swimsuit? Which one does not reveal more than this?"

Wan Changsheng was unmoved: "Didn't you say it before? Different occasions should be worn differently. This should be the time when you don't look at it inappropriately..."

I casually brought the bowl of braised pork rice I had opened downstairs and squatted directly on the corner of the roadside to eat.

In fact, he has been visiting the alleys these two days ago. He has seen the locals' style more than once, and he has long wanted to learn.

The big blue and white porcelain bowls are held underneath, so they are so popular that they eat and look a few steps away. The bustling tourists outside the alley have a different kind of misalignment.

This is the sensitivity of artists. They always care about these details and discover them in their works to resonate with the audience.

Lin Chuni sucked this sentence and looked back at the girls: "Do you think this girl is sick?"

The fashionable sisters gave thumbs up: "So handsome! Come on..."

The one who was punished hissed and thrust his teeth tightly.

Lin Chuni wore the tattoo master's work apron and brought the meal over: "This is a master, a real art master. The sculpture made in her freshman year was placed at the gate of our school. The day before yesterday, he drew a pen to make several beauties in our courtyard itchy. They are the corners that our vice president has special care and promoted!"

The girl who was working hard only asked: "Where are you?"

Lin Chuni bent down and pulled her mask open and kissed her and said, "I want to be a teacher a little bit. This is the most cost-effective way to hug her thighs. But either she thinks that Yazi, who is not very smart, is stupid, or she feels a little unfathomable."

Both of them thought it was the former: "I was stupid, oh, I showed my back and didn't look at it in a panic. It's the end of the year, and I pretended to be real."

The girl with flat head disdained: "Just pretend!"

The one who was still Shangxing said with his back to the difficult point: "That... is he really wise and foolish?"

Women, it’s time to be like this. I’m just a meat on the chopping board and can’t help but participate in gossip chat.

Lin Chuni laughed and turned around and took her job: "Then I'll go and observe it again."

The girl who was executed in punishment screamed again and twitched!

But all of this was the case, and she tried her best to participate: "I think this girl is curious about that boy? Curiosity is the first step to falling...Oh!"

She really turned her back to the door, and she didn't see Wan Changsheng's face, nor did she see Lin Chuni's kissing her companions.

But can't she even feel the pain points on her body?

This is the a little unwise Yazi!

Both her sisters quietly grabbed her hand and signaled her not to say anything more!

The flat-headed girl wiped the blood with a tattoo gun in one hand and kept silent.

This is what Wan Changsheng is curious about: "Does the tattoo really hurt?"

Lin Chuni, who was carrying a big bowl, couldn't help laughing when she saw Wan Changsheng's calligrapher. She sat on the stairs on the doorsteps with her legs spread out and drank a lot: "You can tell if you try the scorer."

Wan Changsheng respected Xie Bumin: "Forget it, it hurts when the needle is pricked."

Lin Chuni tempted: "If you can use anesthetics, you won't feel anything."

Wan Changsheng pondered the principle: "In fact, it is just dot matrix drawing, using the density of ink dots to ensure the thickness of ink and wash?"

Lin Chuni began to circle around: "If you want to learn, you can ask me to become a disciple."

Wan Changsheng actually said: "For me, learning this is very simple..."

Lin Chuni, who was eating braised eggs, was choked at once. She was so difficult that she could not speak at all.

Wan Changsheng squatted half a meter away and watched the girl stand up for no reason, throwing the blue and white porcelain bowl and falling to the ground into several large pieces. He irritated the circle in the spot and pulled the collar of his white T-shirt with one hand.

The beautiful face that had just pushed the mask to his chin quickly turned red!

His eyes changed.

Wan Changsheng was a little scared and stood up to pat the other person on the back.

As a result, Lin Chuni grabbed him and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, but it was not gentle and romantic. She clasped her fists and pressed her abdomen above her belly button. She also tried hard to set the lower position and signaled to Wan Changsheng, and then pushed her upwards in her arms!

Oh, Wan Changsheng really didn't expect that there would be such intimate contact on his back.

But from Lin Chuni's actions, he realized that he was teaching himself!

Yes, when Lin Chuni turned to him, she was already a little shaking, but she still tried hard to grab Wan Changsheng's hand and hugged her chest. The landing point was a little higher, and she couldn't control it...

The conscience of heaven and earth, including Jia Huanhuan, is the first time that he has had such close contact with a girl.

The starting point is quite high.
Chapter completed!