When we arrived at Jingwen Museum, Nan Song got off the bus first.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and Nan Song walked in without waiting for Yu Jinwen's intention.

Yu Jinwen found a place to park the car. As soon as he unbuckled his seat belt, his head felt dizzy.

Recently, he often feels dizzy, sometimes accompanied by headaches and nausea.

But this headache and nausea have been going on for a long time.

When did it start?

He can't remember whether it started when Nan Song divorced him, or when he saw Zhuo Xuan's photos with different men at the wedding, or when he learned the truth... so that

Now that he sees Zhuo Xuan's face and hears her name, he will feel sick for no reason.

It turns out that love really disappears and transfers.

If he is like this, will Nan Song be like this too?

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There is an exquisite and beautiful courtyard behind the Jingwen Museum, which is the residence of Director Wen.

Yu Jinwen asked people to tidy up several courtyards and build studios for the jade carving masters. All the tools and machines were displayed in a dazzling array.

Nan Sancai was wearing specially made protective clothing and led a group of jade carving masters to concentrate on the work. Wen Jingyi did not touch his hands and sat leisurely on a wicker chair, eating snacks and drinking tea.

Seeing Nan Song coming, he casually said hello, "Here he comes."

Nan Song said hello, raised his eyes and briefly glanced at the broken jade fragments placed on the workbench. He didn't want to look at them more at first, but occupational diseases always happen, and once he glanced at them, his eyes were frozen and he couldn't move anymore.

Nan Sancai was holding a writing brush in his hand, tracing on the jade in detail, as if he was writing with spirit. He raised his eyes slightly and saw his precious granddaughter lying on the broken jade fragments, watching intently. Her eyes were like a jackal seeing the little girl.

The white rabbit is like the white-bone spirit who saw Tang Monk's flesh, his heart itched and his hands itched too.

He whispered, "Xiao Song."

"Hey." Nan Song responded, but did not immediately raise his eyelids. He stared at a piece of purple jade for a long time before reluctantly looking away. When he raised his eyes, he saw Nan Sancai's smiling eyes full of teasing.

She was rarely shy, so she walked over with some embarrassment and called softly, "Grandpa."

Yu Jinwen stood at the door and had a panoramic view of the scene just now.

The corners of his lips unconsciously raised into a faint smile.

Nan Sancai didn't even want to be polite to Nan Song. He took a pen from the workbench and gave it to Nan Song, saying: "Come here and help me start painting distant mountains, pine branches, red clouds, anything. It's up to you."

"

"Oh." Nan Song subconsciously took over the pen and drew a few strokes of pine branches next to Nan Sancai very naturally. Soon they became dense and fine. Only after finishing the painting did he remember, "Grandpa, please ask Grandpa Wen for help.

"

Before handing the pen to Wen Jingyi, Nan Sancai snorted, "Don't give it to him, his hands are too smelly."

Nan Song: "..."

Wen Jingyi's eyes widened, and his body was half-stretched. Just as he was about to say a few words to retort, he saw the look in his eyes from his precious apprentice Jin Wen, and fell back leisurely, "Yes, my hands are smelly.

"

Nan Sancai: "?"

What's going on with this old boy? He doesn't struggle at all now and just lies flat and lets him be laughed at?

Nan Song was helpless, and since it had been a long time since he had painted or carved anything with his grandfather, his hands were really itchy for a while, so he got his hands dirty and worked with Nan Sancai to complete this purple mountain screen.

Yu Jinwen unknowingly came over and rolled up his sleeves, "If you need anything, I'll help you."

Nan Song glanced at the black shirt he was wearing, and then realized why he was dressed so gray on this hot day. It turned out that he was waiting here, and he was really scheming and had ulterior motives.
Chapter completed!