Half an hour later.
Tang Qing's work was finished.
Including polishing, waxing, and the final coloring, all were done by Tang Qing alone. Although the two tigers looked lifelike, there was a sense of 'desolation' emanating from them.
Lin Jiaxue also hurried over.
Looking at the wooden carving in Tang Qing's hands, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She practiced this for her finger techniques, while Tang Qing did it purely for his own amusement.
"Jiaxue, what do you think? Does it look like two tragic brothers?" Tang Qing tendered the carving, and Lin Jiaxue took it with a smile. Technically it was flawless. On the base, he had even engraved: 'Inspired by hearing Jiaxue play the zither on September 23, 2005'.
"Pfft".
Lin Jiaxue couldn't help laughing.
This inscription was very much in Tang Qing's style.
