Seeing these words, I couldn't help laughing, thinking that it was just a good environment, so good. But if he really changed his studio, he should have married Mr. Wu's daughter, otherwise the woman is unlikely to be like this.

At midnight, I was bored surfing the Internet on my laptop in my hotel. I'm a little hungry and want to go out and have a skewer or something, but I always feel very bored eating alone. After turning off the computer and just about to go to bed, Mr. Cao called: "Boss Tian, are you sleeping?" His voice was a little strange, slow, and his voice was very low, much like the narration of a suspense movie. I said not yet, why are you only back now, are you engaged in creation?

"Yes," said Mr. Cao, "this must be the most important and greatest work of my life, and I will become Rodin and Michelangelo of China!"

Mr. Cao laughed: "How do you know I'm married?"

I said, "Just guess it, if you guess correctly, are you in the new studio?" Mr. Cao said yes, do you want to come and visit? I quickly said that it was already past twelve o'clock, it was too late, let's talk about it tomorrow. Mr. Cao said that he had just finished this great work, and if I hadn't helped him a lot, I wouldn't have had a chance to see it. I thought to myself, what kind of work is so awesome, just look at it, I can't sleep anyway, and I can go out to have a supper with Mr. Cao when the time comes.

So, I took a taxi to an office building near Maliandao Tea City. After discussing with the security guard sitting inside, I climbed up the stairs to the twelfth floor, and turned a corner to see the transparent glass door of a certain room, on which the icon and text of "Beijing XX Auction Company" were pasted. Called Mr. Cao, he directly told me the password of the access control and asked me to enter by myself. From the front desk of the company to the back room, push open the door, only to find that this is a large space, not to mention fifty or sixty square meters, there are several statues standing in it, all of which are about the same size as a life-size, there are Venus with broken arms, there are thinkers sitting on crutches, there are discus throwers, there are David statues, in short, they are all world-famous sculptures. There are also two original statues, one is a girl in a dress sitting in a chair with a book on her lap, as if she is in a trance, and the other is an old peasant hoeing the ground, both of which are very realistic.

Mr. Cao sat on the ground, staring blankly at the statue of the girl, and did not even look up when I came in. I smiled and said Are these all carved by you recently, then your movements are really fast, it has only been two or three months, and you have made so many large sculptures, and the creation speed is really fast enough.

"When inspiration comes, no one can stop it. Mr. Cao said he. When I saw his eyes straight, I thought it wasn't normal. Because I have heard before that many people have abilities and skills that are different from ordinary people, and there must be some aspects that are worse than normal people, such as those talented musicians, singers, poets, and painters, they are often thought to be chattering, probably because most of the brain cells are involved in art, and there are not many left. Maybe Mr. Cao is like this, but why didn't he feel so nervous before?

I asked, "Where is the great work you are talking about?" Mr. Cao slowly raised his hand and pointed to the statue of the maiden. I looked at it, although the carving was good, but I didn't think it was great, but I was an ordinary man, and I didn't have an eye for art appreciation, so it didn't count, maybe his father-in-law was amazed when he saw the shooting. I smiled and asked how much the sculpture would be worth if it were to be auctioned.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Cao was very angry: "Money, what is money? Can it be used to measure my great works? Of course not! This is a priceless treasure, and it will not be sold for any amount of money, and this building cannot be exchanged!" The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and even said with a gesture, at this time his mobile phone on the workbench rang, but Mr. Cao was talking in the vernacular, and I reminded him that there was an incoming call, so he put away his speech, got up and walked over slowly to answer it.

"Hey, I'm in the studio, and I told me that I don't know, she traveled to Tibet with a friend a few days ago, and I can......'t get in touch with her," Mr. Cao said, "I really don't know, I'm creating the greatest work, so I won't talk about it." ”

He hung up the phone, put it on the table, smiled and said to me, "My father-in-law always asks me where his daughter is. "I said it's that Mr. Wu, isn't his daughter your wife, and this company is also hers. Mr. Cao nodded, walked over to the statue of the girl, and stared at it intently. Seeing him like this, I still had the heart to eat any skewers with him, so I asked to leave. But Mr. Cao insisted that I wait a little longer, saying that he would be able to finish this great work in half an hour at most, and I was his benefactor, so I hope I can witness it with him.

I smiled and said, "Still no, I have to go back to sleep, and I have to get up early tomorrow to go back to Shenyang." "Mr. Cao looked at me with a cold face and said that if you can rush to me so late, it means that you are not afraid of being late, and you will leave after seeing it, is it too rude. I looked at his expression and thought to myself, it was only half an hour, this person looked a little nervous, don't mess with me again, so I agreed.

Watching from the side, Mr. Cao sat next to the sculpture and carefully scraped the face of the girl sculpture with the thinnest scraper. His movements were so light that I even wondered if he had scratched anything. While he was shaving, I was bored and had to walk around and force myself to admire the sculptures. After about 20 minutes, I heard the sound of the door opening outside, and I thought to myself, who is it so late, could it be that Mr. Cao's wife has just returned to Beijing from a trip to Tibet? An old man in his sixties walked into the studio with anger on his face. I guess he is Mr. Cao's father-in-law, that is, Mr. Wu.

"Where did Ali go?" did you know?" the old man asked Mr. Cao. He was still standing in front of the sculpture, carefully repairing it with a scraper. The old man asked several times, but Mr. Cao didn't say.

The old man was anxious: "Let me ask you, are you deaf?" A cut was suddenly made on the sculpture's face, and Mr. Cao's face changed greatly, staring at the sculpture's face. When the old man saw him like this, he also took a few steps back and looked at me.

I was just about to speak, but Mr. Cao had already rushed over, and he had a big mouth at the old man, and beat him to the ground. I hurriedly went over to help Mr. Cao and said, "Are you crazy? This is your father-in-law!" Mr. Cao looked at the old man and sneered, picked up the scraper again, and sat in front of the statue of the girl. The old man got up and walked up to Mr. Cao, trembling and pointing at him with his finger, and was about to say something, when he suddenly stared at the face of the sculpture. I also looked over and saw a lot of liquid flowing from the opening in the face of the statue of the girl, yellow and white, and there was a faint smell.