Nan Song was once again surprised that he had been painting for five years.

No wonder it makes people feel like they have gone through many vicissitudes of life, but even if they are fifteen years old, they are still a young man.

"What's his name? Where is he now? Is he still engaged in this business?"

The art of forgery and imitation is different from other painting professions. It is not a glamorous profession, and most people in the world do not understand it. The painters usually live in seclusion and do not disclose their real names and professions.

But Nan Song still had unstoppable curiosity, eager to know what kind of boy and what kind of person could create such a legendary painting!

Nan Sancai looked at Nan Song with a pair of weathered eyes, his face full of regret.

"He is gone."

Gone.

Nan Song's eyes narrowed sharply. Looking at his grandfather's desolate look, he felt a nerve twitching in his head, as if it was about to burst out.

It gave her a splitting headache!

She lowered her head and looked at the painting at hand. The little people in the painting were either laughing, shouting, angry, or yelling. They all turned into the image of another person in front of her.

He smiled slightly and gently called her name, "Xiao Song" "Xiao Song"...

"Xiao Song, are you surprised?"

"Xiao Song, don't ignore me."

"Xiao Song, it was my fault in the past, can you forgive me?"

"Xiao Song, can we start over?"

"Xiao Song, if I die, will you feel sorry for me?"

"..."

Nan Song trembled all over and bit her lower lip tightly until the taste of blood filled her entire mouth, and she slowly woke up from her daze.

She moved her lips with difficulty, and lost her voice the moment she spoke.

It took a long time before it made a little noise.

His voice was hoarse, like cracked silk, "Did he make this painting?"

"Is it Yu Jinwen?"

Nan Song raised his eyes and looked at Nan Sancai. Even though he already had the answer in his heart, he still asked extra questions, as if he didn't get the final confirmation and everything was untrustworthy.

Nan Sancai lowered his eyes. He himself, from disbelief at first, gradually became convinced later.

"It's him."

The old man made the final decision.

It's him.

But, how could it be him?

Nan Song shook his head, trying hard to get rid of the chaotic things in his head, "I have touched his hands, and the thick calluses on his fingertips are not fake."

The calluses on her hands were ground out with a carving knife, while the calluses on Yu Jinwen's hands were ground out in the army.

Nan Sancai said: "That happened later. When he painted this painting, he had not yet joined the army, or had never thought about becoming a soldier in the future. Wen Jingyi said that when he was a child, Yu Jinwen was interested in antiques and paintings.

He had a strong interest in painting. The painting teacher who taught him at that time was actually a hidden master of forgery. He took a fancy to his talent in painting and specially cultivated it. No one else knew about this except Yu Xingyan and Wen Jingyi."

"Then what happened?" Nan Song frowned, "Why did he give up?"

"It is said that his teacher offended someone and suddenly disappeared. His whereabouts are unknown, and no one has found him until now. This painting Along the River During the Qingming Festival was also completed by him under the guidance of Yu Jinwen."

Nan Sancai drank the remaining red wine, "Those people probably didn't find anything from his teacher, so they targeted Yu Jinwen. He was almost kidnapped. Wen Jingyi and Yu Xingyan were afraid

If something happens to him, just throw him into the army. Firstly, it will be safe, and secondly, it will stop the thoughts of those people. The calluses on his hands are equivalent to giving up the business of forgery, and slowly those people will stop."

Nan Song listened to Yu Jinwen's experiences, thought about his hands, and suddenly remembered the painting "Ding Feng Bo" she saw hanging on the wall when he first entered her office.

His eyes were bright at that time, and she thought he was happy and surprised at seeing the ancient paintings.

Now that I think about it, it was not surprise, but nostalgia.

Even, there is the surprise of finding the same kind.

similar......

Her and Yu Jinwen's experiences were so similar.
Chapter completed!