Nan Song just stared at her grandfather's carving, and her thoughts drifted away for a while, as if she had returned to her childhood. Under the yellowish light, she sat on her grandfather's lap and watched her grandfather holding the carving knife attentively, as if he was a miraculous artist.

Figures, landscapes, flowers, birds, fish and insects are engraved on each piece of jade.

At that time, she felt that jade carving was the most interesting thing in the world, and her grandfather was the most powerful jade carving master in the world.

The old man's palm is very wide, with a thick layer of calluses, which makes the little statue in the palm more crystal clear, small and exquisite.

Nan Song stretched out his hand and took the little portrait of himself from Nan Sancai's hand. He liked it so much that the corners of his mouth turned up.

"Thank you, grandpa."

Nan Sancai grinned and laughed twice, "Girl, you finally smiled in front of grandpa."

Nan Song held the little statue in his hand and played with it fondly. Hearing this, he snorted, "Who told you to avoid me and refuse to come in?"

Nan Sancai sighed lightly, "I'm not used to living in such a nice house."

"Grandpa, this is your home. In your own home, you can do whatever you want without being restrained."

Nan Sancai shook his head and took another sip of wine. "No, this is Xiaosong and Ayin's home. It's your home, but it's not my home. My home is in Hangzhuang, not in Nancheng. But

My sons are grown up and have families and businesses, so it’s fine for me to live alone in the shabby house in my hometown.”

Nan Song looked at the old man quietly, "My sons are promising, which means you have taught them well. You should be happy."

"Good teaching? Where is the best?"

Nan Sancai smiled sarcastically, "If you had taught me well, your father would not have been willing to sever ties with me and abandon his job to start a business. If I had taught you well, how could I have taught you such things?

Siblings, those two little beasts are killing each other?"

Nan Song was shocked, not only because his father broke off the relationship with his grandfather, but also because his grandfather scolded his second and third uncles.

Grandpa actually...really...knows everything.

——

Room 77, Shuiyunjian.

When Yu Jinwen came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he heard Fu Yu sitting in front of the computer and sighing, "Nan Song's grandfather is also a great person."

There was a white towel hanging around his neck. Yu Jinwen was wearing elegant and casual home clothes. He wiped his hair and stepped over. When he raised his eyelashes, he saw the life information about Nan Sancai on the computer screen.

Capturing his identity, Yu Jinwen's long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly.

Fu Yu's stunned voice rang in his ears, "I seem to have heard before that the Nan family is a family of antiques. Three generations of our ancestors have been dealing with antiques. However, Nan Ningsong later started his own business and entered a jewelry store. His original main business was in people's eyes.

It has also become a hobby. I didn’t expect that Mr. Nan is not only a master of antiques, but also a master of jade carving.”

He turned his head and looked at Yu Jinwen, "Hey, have you heard of the name 'Nan Weng'?"

Yu Jinwen said calmly: "In our jade world, even a three-year-old child knows this."

"..."

Fu Yu was despised and silently shut his mouth, "Yes, it's you, I am ignorant."

Just like "Master Jade Heart", "Nan Weng", as a veteran in the jade industry, has been out of the industry for many years. His name is still loud in the industry, but few people have seen him in person.

Yu Jinwen's lip line was straightened, and Nan Song's extraordinary jade carving skills were learned from Mr. Nan?

It is true that famous teachers make great disciples.

He suddenly changed his mind——
Chapter completed!