Nan Song rejected him expressionlessly, "Just stay away from me."

"..."

Yu Jinwen touched his nose, feeling so disgusted.

Wen Jingyi held the tea and drank it, grinning.

Nan Sancai got mad, "Wen Jingyi, please be quiet, or get out of here!"

"..."

The two masters and apprentices, who were disliked by the same model, looked at each other and silently shut up, as quiet as chickens.

At first glance, Nan Song was taught by Nan Sancai step by step. The two people's rhythms, habits, states, and some subtle movements are almost exactly the same, and their actions are very synchronized.

Yu Jinwen looked on from the side, his eyes warm and shining.

How many nights had he held the rose seal, touched the gifts Nan Song left for him, looked at the paintings, carvings, and carvings on them, and would imagine that Nan Song had painted them one stroke at a time.

, carved out, what kind of posture it looks like when it is carved out, but I can't imagine it.

Now, I finally saw it with my own eyes.

As soon as she touched the jade, she looked very focused, as if there was nothing else in her eyes, only the piece of jade in front of her. She held the pen and wrote strokes on it. The painter was superb, with just a few strokes of various colors.

The scenery is vividly depicted and outlined, as if it is alive and alive.

Put down the pen and pick up the carving knife, the look is different again.

When the knife was being applied, her expression relaxed, and she looked lazy and comfortable, as if the jade in her hand was just a child's toy, but her writing skills were not sloppy at all, and her wrist barely moved, leaving only

The dexterous fingers are exerting force, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

Yu Jinwen could see that he had never seen jade carving before, but he had never seen such a relaxed and comfortable one. At this time, there was only one thought in his mind: How many days and nights would it take to achieve this level of proficiency in kung fu?

Trained?

Maybe the mouth can deceive people, but the thick callus on the belly cannot deceive people no matter what.

"Phew~ Done!"

Nan Song blew the air bangs in front of her forehead and curled her lips with satisfaction, "As expected of me."

"..."

Yu Jinwen never expected that such a sentence would come out of Nan Song's mouth, and he was stunned for a moment.

Then I couldn't help it and smiled.

Nan Song felt as if someone was laughing at her. She turned around and saw the corners of Yu Jinwen's mouth curled up. A smile bloomed on a handsome face. She paused for a second, and then muttered angrily, "Smile."

Once the carving is done, it is polished and polished.

Suddenly a deep voice came from behind, "As expected of Master Yuxin, his actions are extraordinary."

Nan Song didn't look back, just looked at his work, and then said calmly: "After all, it is 50% of the income. It's worth making a little more. Anyway, it's my pocket, so I can still spend this little effort."

Nan Song is serious about making money.

Yu Jinwen smiled, but before he could say anything, Nan Sancai heard it from a long way away. He leaned over and almost collapsed and cut his hand with a carving knife. He shouted guiltily: "What are you talking about? The one who entered is obviously mine."

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Nan Song turned around and glanced at the old man, thinking: Old fox, can you still hide your thoughts from me?

Seeing the excitement, Wen Jingyi didn't think it was a big deal, so he shouted to Yu Jinwen from a distance——

"Ajin, tell me, whose pocket will the money go into then?"
Chapter completed!