Tao Xiaoman was originally looking for Xi Qing, but was told by the druid that Xi Qing was playing with Wu Lisa. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wu Lisha is interesting to Xi Qing, and the men she values can't escape her amorous style.

Tao Xiaoman was so angry by this sentence that she didn't see Wu Lisha's love for Xi Qing at all.

And the druid saw that Tao Xiaoman was depressed, and also said to take her out for a ride.

Tao Xiaoman didn't know that Xi Qing realized that when he came to Wu Lisa's house, the latter had a bad heart, so he quit on the grounds that something was wrong.

When I came back to the hotel, I don't know who knocked on Xi Qing's door again, and this continuous and uninterrupted knocking sound woke up Xi Qing, who had slept for a while.

Madan, it's past nine o'clock.

Xi Qing did sleep a little heavily, and after opening the door, it was a little waitress from Frankfurt who knocked on the door, and the waiter was either doing anything else or delivering dinner.

Because the hotel has a record of the entry and exit of guests, the hotel with the room will automatically deliver food to the door, this waitress is the last time to deliver food, in order to complete the task, so directly hit the door.

"Sir, this is your dinner, I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

As soon as the French chick said, Xi Qing really felt hungry: "Okay, thank you." After Xi Qing thanked her, the French girl twisted her hips and left.

And Xi Qing went out and knocked on Tao Xiaoman's room, it was past nine o'clock, Xi Qing guessed that Tao Xiaoman should be back, but there was no sound in Tao Xiaoman's room.

Because when they came to Paris, Xi Qing and Tao Xiaoman changed their calling cards here, and Xi Qing dialed Tao Xiaoman's number, only to hear the lively noise on the other side of the phone.

"Xi Qing, are you looking for me?"

"yes, where are you?"

"I'm out there. I'll probably have to play for a while, you won't have to wait for me. ”

"Oh, is Lisa with you?"

"What, you're looking for her?" Tao Xiaoman was a little lost.

"No, I mean I'll rest assured that she's here, you're a girl, it's so late..."Xi Qing felt that Tao Xiaoman might think more if she continued to talk about it, and shut up in time, but Tao Xiaoman still heard some information.

"With her, you can rest assured that you won't care about her, right?"

"How so."

"That's... Are you caring about me? ”

"Ah, aren't these all in a foreign country, I said you better come back early."

"Okay, I see, it's almost over anyway, right?" Tao Xiaoman said this, and he could only hear those French young people next to him shouting, "nonono"

Maiduo was Tao Xiaoman's classmate in Paris, and said to Xi Qing: "Don't worry, I'm here, I'm Tao Xiaoman's classmate." She'll be fine. “

"Hehe, they say it's not over yet. It's okay, you can rest first, I haven't been this crazy in a long time. At home, basically everyone can't be so crazy, and we are not crazy when we come to foreign countries? Isn't it too tiring to live? ”

Tao Xiaoman hung up the phone after speaking, and Tao Xiaoman was actually still angry with Xi Qing.

Worried about Tao Xiaoman, Xi Qing still asked Tao Xiaoman's place, and finally picked her up.

…….

On Wednesday, the third day of their trip to Paris, when Xi Qing and Tao Xiaoman arrived at the Louvre, Maido, Druid and Wu Lisa were already waiting in the Louvre's Academic Exchange Hall.

Because I admired the Sculpture Museum and the Asian Art Museum on Monday, the main focus is on the study of sculpture, and the course arranged by the Louvre for Xi Qing and Tao Xiaoman today is to learn sculpture.

Engraving is not a simple science, and ordinary sculptors have to have a few painting skills, but relative to the urgency of time, the Louvre is no longer a natural learning for the two of them, but jumps.

When the druid saw Xi Qing again, he no longer despised him so much, the last time Xi Qing's small universe exploded, he wanted the druid to know that this Chinese is not easy to mess with, on the surface it seems that a poor boy is one, but who knows that he is not China's Li Ka-shing?

Maiduo is a young man who played with Tao Xiaoman last night, and today, he also came to study.

The relationship with Tao Xiaoman is much better because of yesterday's youth party, the two of them look at me from time to time, I look at you, and Xi Qing, who is standing in the middle, has become like air.

Wu Lisha's eyes were very sharp, and when she saw that Xi Qing was a little embarrassed, she walked over and pulled Xi Qing out of the queue.

"Xi Qing, do you know who our sculpture teacher is today?"

Wu Lisha's smart question asked Xi Qing to answer, so this action was not abrupt, where would Xi Qing know who the teacher was, and said casually, "It won't be Mr. Jot, the curator, right?" ”

"No, how could it be him, he's not very proficient in sculpture."

"Then I don't know."

"Hehe," Lisa Wu smiled coquettishly, her eyes picked, "a very famous sculptor... His name is Luo... Dan..."

"What, Rodin?" Xi Qing knows Rodin, he is the most famous sculptor in France, and he has worked hard all his life, but..."No, hasn't Master Rodin already left?" ”

Wu Lisa heard that Xi Qing knew Master Rodin, her mouth was retracted, and she said seriously, "I haven't finished talking yet, Master Rodin has indeed passed away, but what I'm talking about today is our master sculptor Rodin... The great-apprentice of Chunir, who came to be our teacher. ”

"Chunir?"

Xi Qing always felt that this name was so familiar, and in the field of sculpture art, this Qunil should also be famous, but Xi Qing couldn't remember what works he had created.

"Cinier is very similar to Master Rodin, they are very brave and dare to break through, just as Master Rodin broke through the shackles of official schools at that time, Cinier was good at absorbing all fine traditions, abandoning the habitual thinking of sculpture, he had a very deep understanding of the beautiful vividness and contrasting techniques of ancient Greek sculpture, and learned the style of Master Rodin. He is a rare master in the history of modern sculpture. ”

Lisa said, and Maido added, "But Master Chunir is a bit weird, and when you study with him, you must break your habitual thinking, and you must not be without ideas. Also, he speaks very harshly, but he is not aimed at people, so you must bear with it for a while. ”

"We're fine." Tao Xiaoman nodded, and Xi Qing also said that there was no problem.

The five people waited in the communication room, and the time passed minute by minute, and after waiting for about twenty minutes, a middle-aged French man appeared in front of the five people.

This French man is a little unkempt, Xiao Zi is scruffy, Xiao Zi on his cheeks is dense, his eyes are lifeless, he does not look like the temperament of a psychic artist, but it is like a pool of stagnant water.

The figure is slightly blessed, and the complexion is not that snow-white, with a little yellowish.

The clothes are covered with gypsum powder, and there are oil paint splashes on the trouser legs, and the whole person is sloppy, not like a master, but like a garbage collector.

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