My iceberg smiled

Chapter 1589 I Couldn't Laugh Before
The moment the red cloth was lifted, Han Qianxiao's gaze never left the sculpture.

The light in her pupils flickered almost imperceptibly, and she couldn't help approaching in that direction.

There are also many students around to look closely.

I saw a sentence engraved on the base of the statue——

To you who have light in your heart.
(Dedicated to you who have light in your heart.)
Designer: cold.
"Cold? Cold? Was this designed by a foreign master? The sculpture looks quite Western." Some people in the crowd were discussing curiously.

But Han Qianxiao couldn't help but look sideways at Han Mochen who was at the side.

This cold...is cold, similar to the meaning of "cold".

Han Mo Chen's cold.

This sculpture was designed by him.

Han Qianxiao didn't ask directly, but took a few more glances at the artwork in front of her.

She carefully looked at the sculpture carved and polished from marble, and her memory seemed to open the gate, returning to the Songshan Orphanage many years ago.

Was she smiling so brightly at that time?She herself is not very clear.

But she felt that the boy carved in front of her eyes was softer than Han Mochen back then.

It's obviously just a stone carving, but for some reason, I can feel an unprecedented affection from the corner of the boy's raised mouth and the eyes staring at the child.

Could it be that Master Chen at that time...

Han Qianxiao was thinking about it, but the sound of discussion next to her interrupted her memory.

"I guess this child should represent the flowers of the motherland, right? The boy is the teacher who cares for the growth of the flowers? This approach is quite abstract."

"Actually, it can be understood more abstractly. Children represent knowledge, and teenagers represent students. Knowledge shines on us like light, so if you look at this sentence in English, it will be dedicated to you who have light in your heart. It is to let us study hard and be in awe of knowledge."

"I don't know anything else. Anyway, it's pretty good just looking at it this way. What's the meaning of it? If it looks good, it's over."

"Am I the only one who sees love in the boy's eyes? Look at the way he looks at the little boy, how obsessed he is. Isn't this really love?"

"What? You're rotten again!!! Although I thought so too! But it doesn't have to be a boy, after all, I didn't carve out the key parts."

"Hey, hey, hey! You're going too far! This is art, how can you be fooled here, stop your brains!"

For the various explanations around, Han Qianxiao secretly laughed.

Just like a thousand readers read Hamlet, there will be a thousand interpretations in their hearts.

When it comes to art, everyone has different ideas, no matter how you understand it, it is not wrong, as long as the logic is self-consistent and meaningful to you is enough.

After watching for a while, Han Qianxiao withdrew from the crowd and took the initiative to hold Han Mochen's hand.

"You did it?"

"To be precise, I was only involved in the design. I hired a foreign sculptor to help complete the carving part. I just gave him my design drawings and ideas." The man voluntarily admitted.

Han Qianxiao made a surprised expression: "Ah, my husband can also do art! Tell me, what else do you not know?"

Han Mochen lowered his head and pursed his lips, "There is one thing that I thought I would never learn in my lifetime."

Suddenly raised his eyes and said: "I didn't know how to laugh before."

Han Mochen stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the girl's black and slender hair.

(End of this chapter)