"This, this is the Scene Along the River During the Qingming Festival, right?"

Seeing that Nan Song didn't speak for a long time, Ji Yun felt a little unsure and asked hesitantly, "Isn't this an authentic work?"

Nan Song looked up at him speechlessly, "National treasure-level cultural relics have always been hidden in the Palace Museum, what do you think?"

Only then did Ji Yun realize that he had made a mistake, so he just said so.

It's really strange to see a famous painting that you have always seen in history books suddenly appear in front of you.

The treasure is right under your nose. Now that you have seen it, there is no reason not to be tempted.

Nan Song put away the painting and got in the car. She showed it to Grandpa Nan.

Nan Sancai was shocked when he saw this painting, "It's wonderful. Although the brushstrokes are still a bit immature, it is not easy to paint such a long painting so completely and to describe all the details."

The old man was afraid that the match would ruin the spirit of the painting, so he stopped smoking and put away his pipe obediently.

While admiring the painting, Nan Sancai said to Nan Song: "This forgery is slightly better than yours."

Nan Song said: "I feel that I am on par with you, and I would also like to ask if you have taken on any other apprentices behind my back."

When they talked about what they were doing in their profession, the eyes of both grandfather and grandson became gleaming.

It is no longer the lifeless look it had a few days ago.

"That's really not the case."

Nan Sancai said: "Our Nan family is a jade carver. As a fake, I became a monk halfway, that is, I simply learned a few tricks from a master. Later, my fingers were smoked from smoking, so I naturally gave up."

Each profession has its own requirements. There should be no calluses on the fingertips of the forgery profession, let alone scars, because the original work must be perceived. This may not seem to be very demanding, but it is a serious injury for those who carve jade.

It was also because Nan Song was more interested in jade carvings that he could not persist in the forgery aspect.

Bai Luyu also remembered, and turned around and said, "I remember that for a while, Xiaoliu always used sandpaper to rub the calluses on his fingers. The skin was broken and there was a lot of blood, but it scared us."

Luo Junheng frowned when he recalled the scene where Nan Song's fingers were dripping with blood.

Ji Yun answered: "Isn't it true? I thought you were going to dissect some corpse behind my back, and you were going with you with a scalpel."

Bai Luyu laughed, "Yes, I remembered it! As a result, I got kicked by my mother and almost fell to the ground."

"Get lost! You're just a puppy." Ji Yun barked at Bai Luyu.

Bai Luyu went back with a "bark, woof" sound.

Once these two people get together in age, they will automatically turn to three years old. Nan Song was teased by his brothers, and the haze in his heart dissipated a lot.

Luo Junheng disliked the noise and raised his eyebrows, but when he saw the corners of Nan Song's lips raised slightly, he didn't say anything.

"Okay, stop making trouble." He Shen stopped them in time.

If the quarrel continues, the eldest brother will really hit someone.

Nan Sancai narrowed his eyes and smiled, unable to put down the painting in his hand, and asked Nan Song again, "Didn't you ask Wen Jingyi who painted this painting?"

"I asked, but he didn't say anything."

Nan Song pursed his lower lip and said, "He said he would tell us next time we return to Beicheng."

"..."

Nan Sancai's expression fell, "Hey, this old boy! He's learned how to tell the truth! I'm not curious if you don't want to bring him down!"

He said he was not curious, but in fact he was terribly curious!

It was unbearably itchy all the way.

*

It was already evening when we arrived at the Rose Garden.

After returning from country Y, Nan Song has been in low spirits and gets tired easily.
Chapter completed!