After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 361 Letter sent by ex-husband before his death 1
"This, this is the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival, right?"

Seeing Nan Song's delay in speaking, Ji Yun felt a little less confident 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 was really strange to see the famous painting that I had always seen in history books suddenly appear in front of me.

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

Nan Song put the painting away 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. I would also like to ask if you have taken on any other apprentices behind my back."

When talking about the things in their profession, the eyes of both grandfather and grandson became brighter.

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

"It really isn't."

Nan Sancai said: "Our Nan family is a jade carver. As a faker, 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 particular requirements. In the craft of forgery, there should be no calluses on the fingertips, let alone scars, because the original work must be perceived. This may not seem to be very demanding, but it is a flaw for those who carve jade.

It was also because Nan Song was more interested in jade carvings that he failed to 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! 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, "Didn't you ask Wen Jingyi who painted this painting?"

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

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 wasn't curious, but in fact he was terribly curious!
I was itching all the way.

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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.As soon as she got home, she wanted to go back to her room and take a nap. Maybe when she fell asleep, she wouldn't think about anything.

But she was afraid that her brothers would be worried, so she still reluctantly gathered with them for a reunion dinner. During the dinner, she laughed as much as she needed to and said as much as she needed to. She still looked as talkative and cheerful as before.

But the light in her eyes was gone.

Her brothers all saw it in their eyes and felt pain in their hearts, but they did not expose her.

If she wants to work hard to be happy, then they will be happy with her; if she is sad, they will be sad with her.

All they could do was stay with her.

The pain in her heart still needs her to reconcile with herself and be willing to come out.

But they all believed in their sister, believing that one day she would get out of the emotional quagmire, regain her vitality, and become the strong, sunny girl she was.

During the dinner, the situation of Yan Yuan was discussed.

Ji Yundao: "He hasn't fully woken up yet, but he will move his fingers from time to time, which can basically rule out turning into a vegetative state. As for when he will wake up, it depends on his recovery of consciousness."

"Brother Yan is also miserable, he was injured so badly."

Bai Luyu sighed deeply, "I'm afraid even if I really wake up, it won't be easy to recover. It will be similar to Yu Jinwen's situation three years ago..."

He mentioned the name unconsciously and was kicked by Ji Yun under the table. His brothers' eyes shot towards him.

He was so scared that he quickly shut up.

Nan Song lowered his eyes and seemed to have no reaction. He just paused with the hand holding the chopsticks.

After dinner, when Nan Song was going upstairs, Butler Zhao came over with three letters in his hand and said, "I don't know who sent them. It's been several days."

Nan Song took the letter and looked at the familiar fonts on it, but there was a buzz in his head.

It's Yu Jinwen's word!

The letter he sent her? ? ?

Nan Song endured the strong shock and surging thoughts in his heart, and went upstairs with the letter in hand.

After entering the room, he looked at the three words "Nansong received" written in capital letters on the envelope, and secretly scratched the table with his fingers. His fingertips turned white and veins popped out on the back of his hands.

She bit her lower lip tightly and finally calmed down, because these three sudden letters caused an uproar again.

It’s really one wave after another…

Nan Song smiled bitterly, how much did he leave for her?
Is it over yet?
It’s just a will, it’s just a gift, why is there such a thing as a letter?
What age are you in, and he still writes letters? Is he living in the last century?
What kind of literati sentiment...

Nan Song didn't want to pay attention to him, threw the letter on the table, went into the bathroom, and took a bath to calm down.

There was nothing to see, she told herself.

In the letter, it was just the same old thing. Whether it was asking for her forgiveness or wanting to reconcile with her, she was already tired of hearing the same words over and over again.

He shouldn't be able to write any poetry, right?
Forget it, with his level of education and his straight-male thinking, writing letters is already nonsense. How could he write poetry?
Turning off the shower, Nan Song's heart was beating wildly, and her whole chest was rising and falling.

She wrapped herself in a bath towel and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen, her cheekbones were raised high, and her dark circles almost reached her nose.

How did it become like this?
"Yu Jinwen, you are a bastard!"

Nan Song cursed bitterly, but still couldn't hold it back. She walked out of the bathroom and came to the table.

Tear open the first letter he sent.

(End of this chapter)