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

Chapter 370 She and her ex-husband are the same kind
Nan Song's blood-stained eyes stung Mr. Yu's heart.

Third Master Yu touched his second brother, took a step forward, and said with an apologetic smile: "Xiao Song, don't be angry, we have no intention of morally kidnapping you. We just hope you can consider A Jin's will."

"I don't think about it."

Nan Song remained expressionless throughout, "I'm not his wife, and I don't have the right."

"Butler, see off the guests."

Not wanting to say another word, she walked upstairs.

Second Master Yu and Third Master Yu were in disgrace. Not only did they fail to achieve the purpose of their trip, but they also offended others. Their faces turned ashen.

Yu Zeyu wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction, "Second uncle, your words are too unpleasant. No wonder Sister Nan is angry. You are asking for help, and your attitude is so arrogant. Isn't this asking for trouble?"

Second Master Yu, "I..."

"That's right. Dad, Sister Nan has never owed us anything. My eldest brother left so many things to Sister Nan in his will, but she never asked for it. Is it because you are so anxious and pale-faced that you are afraid that she will get married?"

Yu Jiahang also defended Nan Song and accused his father, "Now it's you who are begging Sister Nan to ask for Sister Nan, how embarrassing it is."

Second Master Yu: Do you blame me?
"Okay, please stop saying a few words. It will make us feel better."

Mr. Yu glanced at them and felt uncomfortable thinking of Nan Song's obviously thin body and tired face just now.

She is just a child in her twenties, are they pushing her too hard?
"Let's go back first."

Second Master Yu frowned, "Go back now? But they haven't agreed yet!"

Mr. Yu San said: "With the few of us here, even if we beg for three days and three nights, it will be useless. We should go back and think of a solution."

The four people walked away in dismay.

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Nan Song returned to the room, took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, poured a glass, and drank most of the glass.

There was a knock on the door, and she walked over and opened the locked door.

"grandfather."

Nan Sancai came in with a pipe in his mouth, and the tangy smell of tobacco made Nan Song sober up.

The grandfather and grandson, one smokes and the other drinks, both illustrate the depressed mood.

"Pour me a glass, and the old man will drink with you."

Nan Sancai put out his pipe and put it away.

Nan Song poured half a cup for Nan Sancai. Seeing the old man picking up the goblet and taking a sip, he hurriedly stopped him and said, "Grandpa, red wine is not as high in alcohol content as white wine, but it has great stamina. Please drink it slowly."

"I know, I know." Nan Sancai took a sip.

Nan Song looked at the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" brought in by Nan Sancai. He paused for a moment, opened it, and looked at the prosperous scene of Bianjing that was as vivid and immersive as if he were there.

"This painting is a really good imitation."

She rubbed the specially aged paper carefully, adding a layer of fine light to her eyes.

"Is good."

Nan Sancai took another sip of red wine and said, "Can you imagine that this painting was painted by a ten-year-old child?"

"what?!"

Nan Song suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, "Only ten years old?"

An expert could tell that this painting was a good imitation, but the author's writing style was childish. She could tell and guessed that it was probably the work of a child, but she didn't expect...it was only ten years old!

She was so shocked that she was stunned for a moment, "Grandpa Wen told you the author of this painting?"

"Ah."

Nan Sancai said: "I really couldn't help it, and I pressed the old boy for a long time. At first, he hesitated and refused to say anything. Then I said that he wouldn't go back if he didn't tell me how many people came to invite me. He was willing to say it."

Nan Song lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "This painting must have been painted for some years. The author was ten years old at the time, so he should be quite young now."

"It's not too small."

Nan Sancai sighed quietly, "He is thirty years old. This painting was painted by him more than ten years ago. He painted it from the age of ten to fifteen. It took him five years to complete it."

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 he is 15 years old, he is still a boy.

"What's his name? Where is he now? Is he still working 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, and he himself went from disbelief at first to gradually becoming convinced later on.

"It's him."

The old man made a 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 he 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. He also guided Yu Jinwen to complete this painting of Along the River During the Qingming Festival."

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.

Thinking about it now, 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.

Is it fate or evil?

(End of this chapter)