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

Chapter 80 Can we start over?

Facing Yu Jinwen's astonishment, Nan Song said calmly: "Mr. Yu, even if you see through this kind of thing, please don't say anything about it."

She really painted it by herself!

What other skills does she have that he doesn't know about?
But under Nan Song's calm gaze, Yu Jinwen swallowed up all the surprise and doubts in his heart. This woman really kept everything secret. If he kept yelling, he would look like he had never seen the world. , was looked down upon by her.

If it's just painting, there's nothing that can't be known, but forgery is a secret skill, so the more low-key the better.

Seeing that he had a lot of paintings to ask about, he stared at the painting and couldn't put it down, as if he was afraid of breaking it if he touched it lightly. His cautious look was a bit funny.

Nan Song took the initiative to explain to him: "This painting is from my childhood. I can't even count it as a child anymore. I was about fourteen or fifteen years old. I went to an art exhibition with my father and saw this painting. I liked Su Dongpo very much at that time. Ci, I feel that life is very heroic, no matter how big the storm is, there is no need to be afraid, just live your life in the mist."

"When you were fourteen or fifteen, that was also the time after you were kidnapped, right?"

Yu Jinwen took the words naturally, and suddenly realized that he and Nan Song had really witnessed the most difficult period in each other's lives.

Fate is sometimes a wonderful thing.

"Yeah." Nan Song nodded lightly.

Yu Jinwen looked down at the painting, still looking in disbelief, "You just took a look and you can paint like this when you come back?"

"Of course not, do you think I am God?"

Nan Song was speechless. Even if she had a photographic memory, it would be impossible for her to remember every detail from the paper to the painter. "My father liked this painting very much and wanted to buy it, but the old painter After a long time, he refused to sell it. Later, after being persuaded by my father, I reluctantly agreed to lend it to my father for three days. Seeing that my father really liked it, I simply painted him a picture... At that time, I couldn't talk about my skills. Shen, being too young, had no idea what the theme of this poem was, and it was basically just a copy of the gourd. But my father liked it very much, so he kept hanging it in his office as soon as he could. Now."

Yu Jinwen listened to her plain narrative, as if she was talking about a casually sketched painting, and suddenly understood what "Versailles" meant.

"You can still draw such a lifelike picture of a gourd and a gourd. You are so humble."

Nan Song shook his head gently, "This only shows that you are still a layman in this aspect. A layman watches the excitement, and an expert watches the door. If my master sees this painting, he will definitely scold me for ruining his lintel. But I am unworthy. Disciple, these hands are already useless, no matter how much you try to corrupt them, you will never succeed."

Yu Jinwen frowned, "You mean, the calluses on your hands?"

Nan Song remained silent.

In the business of forgery, you don't just follow the pattern and finish the painting. Only by retaining the delicate touch can you touch out different things. However, her fingertips were already covered with thick calluses, and she had been unable to test out things for a long time. Once you feel it, how can the things you draw turn out to be real?

After knowing Nan Song's true identity, Yu Jinwen has been wondering where the calluses on her hands came from.

The dignified eldest daughter of the Nan family, even if she had not been pampered since she was a child, would not work in the fields all day like rural children. How did she get the calluses on her palms?
Just as Yu Jinwen was about to ask, the waiter brought the dishes in, and he put the painting away and suppressed his doubts for the time being.

The dishes prepared by the state banquet chef Ding Mingyang himself, even the most ordinary home-cooked side dishes, can stir-fry a different flavor, the aroma is fragrant and mouth-watering.

"Get your chopsticks." The two of them started to eat face to face. During the meal, they talked about the racecourse project. They didn't talk much, but they could get to the point of every sentence. And she always knew it as soon as he started. What did he mean? There was an unspeakable tacit understanding.

The guests and hosts enjoyed the meal together, and the atmosphere was very peaceful. It really felt like meeting old friends.

Nan Song suddenly remembered what Fu Yu once said, "If we can't be husband and wife, we can still be friends."

Her pupils narrowed and her eyes fell on Yu Jinwen opposite. He had obviously dressed up specially tonight. Although he usually wore suits and leather shoes, today he was wearing a light cyan suit, dark cyan cufflinks, and other features that were very inconsistent with his usual appearance. The stylish red tie exudes a yuppie temperament.

Apart from anything else, this man's appearance and temperament are rare in the world, the kind that few women would reject, and she is no exception.

If they hadn't loved him so deeply and been hurt by him so deeply, maybe they could really become friends, or even... confidants.

Yu Jinwen talked to himself for a while, but did not hear Nan Song's speech. He raised his head and found that she was looking at him quietly. Her big eyes were filled with deep sadness, and there was a mole of tears in her eyes. , looking a bit confused under the watery eyes.

He belatedly realized that he had talked a lot tonight, probably more than he usually said in a week.

It's not that I'm looking for something to say, but that I naturally say whatever comes to mind.

Why didn't he realize that there were so many topics to talk about between him and Nan Song before? Was it because she had been pretending in front of him, or was it because he had never opened his heart to her?

"Nan Song." He suddenly called her name.

Nan Song was in a daze and subconsciously responded, "Huh?"

Yu Jinwen's dark eyes looked deeply at the woman opposite him, and his handsome face showed a rare look of embarrassment. He moved his lips, and his voice was hoarse and low, but extremely direct, "Can we start over?"

Nan Song's heart trembled suddenly, and after realizing what he said, his consciousness slowly returned to reality.

Silence, long silence.

Under Nan Song's silent gaze, Yu Jinwen's heart became a little flustered inexplicably.

At this moment, he was like the kind of boy who mustered up the courage to say goodbye to the girl he liked in his youth. He was afraid of rejection and couldn't hold back his eager heart, nervously waiting for her answer.

However, the corners of Nan Song's lips slowly raised. There was no joy, only sarcasm, "Mr. Yu, have you been opened up by Zhuo Xuan's Ren and Du lineage, and have you suddenly transformed from an infatuated handsome man to a love saint?"

As if a ladle of cold water had been poured on him, Yu Jinwen's pupils trembled and his lips pursed into a thin line, "What do you mean?"

"Last night I had a private meeting with the beautiful woman in red, and tonight I came to fish for my ex-wife again. Mr. Yu's skills in two boats are as good as ever."

The corners of Nan Song's lips were raised slightly, with a hint of a smile, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)