Facing Yu Jinwen's astonishment, Nan Song said calmly: "Mr. Yu, even if you see through this kind of thing, please don't say anything about it."

It was really painted by her own hands!

What other skills does she have that he doesn't know about?

But under Nan Song's calm gaze, Yu Jinwen swallowed up all the surprise and doubts in his heart. This woman really kept everything secret. If he kept yelling, he would look like he had never seen the world.

, was looked down upon by her.

If it's just painting, there's nothing that can't be known, but forgery is a secret skill, so the more low-key the better.

I saw that he had a lot of paintings that he wanted to ask about, and he stared at the painting so much that he couldn't put it down, as if he was afraid that it would break if he touched it lightly. His cautious look was a bit funny.

Nan Song took the initiative to explain to him: "This painting is from my childhood. I can't even count it as a child. I was about fourteen or fifteen years old. I went to an art exhibition with my father and saw this painting. I liked Su Dongpo very much at that time.

I feel that life is very heroic. No matter how big the storm is, there is no need to be afraid. I can live my life in the misty rain."

"When you were fourteen or fifteen, that was also the time after you were kidnapped, right?"

Yu Jinwen took the words naturally and suddenly discovered that he and Nan Song had really witnessed the most difficult period in each other's lives.

The matter of fate is sometimes wonderful.

"Yeah." Nan Song nodded lightly.

Yu Jinwen looked down at the painting, still in disbelief, "You just took a look and you can paint like this when you come back?"

"Of course not, do you think I am God?"

Nan Song was a little speechless. Even if she had a photographic memory, it would be impossible for her to remember every detail from the paper to the painter. "My father liked this painting very much and wanted to buy it, but the old painter couldn't remember it so well."

I refused to sell it for a long time, so after my father's persuasion, I reluctantly agreed to lend it to my father for three days. Seeing that my father really liked it, I simply painted a picture for him... At that time, talking about

I don’t have much skill, and I am too young to understand what the theme of this poem is. Basically, I just copied the gourd. But my father liked it very much, so he kept hanging it in his office.

Once I hung up, I hung up until now.”

Yu Jinwen listened to her plain narrative, as if she was talking about a casually sketched painting, and suddenly understood what "Versailles" meant.

"You are too humble to be able to draw a gourd and a ladle so vividly."

Nan Song shook his head gently, "This only shows that you are still an amateur in this aspect. A layman watches the fun, and an expert watches the door. If my master sees this painting, he will definitely scold me for ruining his lintel. But I am unworthy.

Disciple, these hands are already useless, no matter how much you try to corrupt them, you will never succeed."

Yu Jinwen frowned, "You mean, the calluses on your hands?"

Nan Song remained silent.

In the business of forgery, you don't just follow the pattern and finish the painting. Only by retaining the delicate touch can you touch out different things. However, her fingertips were already covered with thick calluses, and she had been unable to test things out for a long time.

Once you feel it, how can the things you draw look like real things?

After knowing Nan Song's true identity, Yu Jinwen has been wondering where the calluses on her hands came from.

The dignified eldest daughter of the Nan family, even if she has not been pampered since she was a child, she will not work in the fields all day like rural children. How did she get the calluses on her palms?
Chapter completed!