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

Chapter 254 I'm Worthy of Me
When we arrived at Jingwen Museum, Nan Song got out of the car first.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and Nan Song walked in without waiting for Yu Jinwen's intention.

Yu Jinwen found a place to park the car. As soon as he unbuckled his seat belt, his head felt dizzy.

Recently, he often feels dizzy, sometimes accompanied by headaches and nausea.

But this feeling of headache and nausea has been going on for a long time.

Since when?
He can't remember whether it started when Nan Song divorced him, or when he saw Zhuo Xuan's photos with different men at the wedding, or when he learned the truth...so that he now sees With Zhuo Xuan's face, hearing her name will make you feel sick for no reason.

It turns out that love will really disappear and transfer.

If he is like this, will Nan Song be like this too?
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There is an exquisite and beautiful courtyard behind the Jingwen Museum, which is the residence of Director Wen.

Yu Jinwen had people tidy up several courtyards to make studios for the jade carving masters. All the tools and machines were displayed in a dazzling array.

Nan Sancai was wearing specially made protective clothing and led a group of jade carving masters to concentrate on the work. Wen Jingyi stayed away from the work and sat leisurely on a wicker chair, eating snacks and drinking tea.

Seeing Nan Song coming, he casually said hello, "Here he comes."

Nan Song said hello, raised his eyes and briefly glanced at the broken jade fragments placed on the workbench. He didn't want to look at them more, but occupational diseases always happen, and once he glanced at them, his eyes were frozen and he couldn't move anymore.

Nan Sancai was holding a brush in his hand, and he was tracing on the jade in detail. He was writing with spirit. He raised his eyes slightly and saw his precious granddaughter lying on the jade fragments, watching intently. Her eyes were like a jackal seeing the little girl. The white rabbit is like a white-bone spirit who saw Tang Monk's flesh, his heart and hands were itchy.

He whispered, "Xiao Song."

"Hey." Nan Song responded, but didn't immediately raise his eyelids. He stared at a piece of purple jade for a long time before reluctantly looking away. When he looked up, he saw Nan Sancai's smiling, playful eyes.

She was rarely shy, so she walked over with some embarrassment and called softly, "Grandpa."

Yu Jinwen stood at the door and had a panoramic view of the scene just now.

The corners of his lips unconsciously raised into a faint smile.

Nan Sancai didn't even want to be polite to Nan Song. He took a pen from the workbench and gave it to Nan Song, saying: "Come here and help me start painting distant mountains, pine branches, red clouds, anything. It's up to you." "

"Oh." Nan Song subconsciously took over the pen and drew a few strokes of pine branches next to Nan Sancai very naturally. They quickly became dense and fine. Only after finishing the painting did he remember, "Grandpa, please ask Grandpa Wen for help. "

Before handing the pen to Wen Jingyi, Nan Sancai snorted, "Don't give it to him, his hands are too smelly."

Nan Song: "..."

Wen Jingyi's eyes widened, and his body was half-stretched. Just when he was about to say a few words to retort, he saw the look in his eyes from his precious apprentice Jin Wen, and fell back leisurely, "Yes, my hands are smelly. "

Nan Sancai: "?"

What's going on with this old boy? He doesn't struggle at all now and just lies flat and lets him be laughed at?

Nan Song was helpless, and since he hadn't painted or sculpted anything with his grandfather for a long time, his hands were really itchy for a while, so he got his hands dirty and completed the purple mountain screen with Nan Sancai.

Yu Jinwen came over unknowingly and rolled up his sleeves, "If you need anything, I'll help you."

Nan Song glanced at the black shirt he was wearing, and then realized why he was dressed so gray on this hot day. It turned out that he was waiting here, and he was really scheming and had ulterior motives.

"Need not."

Nan Song rejected him expressionlessly, "Just stay away from me." "..."

Yu Jinwen touched his nose, feeling so disgusted.

Wen Jingyi held the tea and drank it, grinning.

Nan Sancai got mad, "Wen Jingyi, please be quiet, or get out of here!"

"..."

The two masters and apprentices who were disliked by the same style looked at each other and silently shut up, as quiet as chickens.

At first glance, Nan Song was taught by Nan Sancai step by step. The two people's rhythms, habits, states, and some subtle movements are almost exactly the same, and their actions are very synchronized.

Yu Jinwen looked on from the side, his eyes warm and shining.

How many nights had he held the rose seal, touched the gifts Nan Song had left for him, and looked at the traces of painting, carving, and engraving on it, he would imagine that Nan Song had painted them one stroke at a time. , carved out, carved out what kind of posture, but I can't imagine it.

Now, I finally saw it with my own eyes.

As soon as she touched the jade, she looked very focused, as if there was nothing else in her eyes but the piece of jade in front of her. She held the pen and wrote down strokes on it. Her painting skills were superb, and she painted a variety of colors with just a few strokes. The scenery is vividly depicted and outlined, as if it is alive and alive.

Put down the pen and pick up the carving knife, the look is different again.

When she was applying the knife, her expression relaxed, and she looked lazy and comfortable, as if the jade in her hand was just a child's toy, but her skill in writing was not sloppy at all, and her wrist barely moved, leaving only The dexterous fingers are exerting force, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

Yu Jinwen could see that he had never seen jade carving before, but he had never seen such a relaxed and comfortable one. At this time, there was only one thought in his mind: how many days and nights would it take to achieve this level of proficiency in kung fu? Hardened?
Maybe the mouth can deceive people, but the thick callus on the belly cannot deceive people no matter what.

"Phew, it's done!"

Nan Song blew the air bangs on her forehead and curled her lips with satisfaction, "As expected of me."

"..."

Yu Jinwen never expected that such a sentence would come out of Nan Song's mouth, and he was stunned for a moment.

Then he couldn't help it and smiled.

Nan Song felt as if someone was laughing at her. She turned around and saw the corners of Yu Jinwen's mouth curled up. A smile bloomed on a handsome face. She paused for a second, and then muttered angrily, "Smile."

Once the carving is done, it is polished and polished.

Suddenly a low voice came from behind, "As expected of Master Yuxin, his actions are extraordinary."

Nan Song didn't look back, just looked at his work, and then said calmly: "After all, it is 50.00% of the income. It is good to make a little more. Anyway, it is my pocket, so I can still spend this little effort."

Nan Song is serious about making money.

Yu Jinwen smiled, but before he could say anything, Nan Sancai heard it from a distance. He leaned over, almost collapsed, and cut his hand with a carving knife. He shouted guiltily: "What are you talking about? The one who entered is obviously mine." fanny pack.”

Nan Song turned around and glanced at the old man, thinking: Old fox, can you still hide your thoughts from me?
Seeing the excitement, Wen Jingyi didn't think it was a big deal, so he shouted to Yu Jinwen from a distance——

"Ajin, tell me, whose pocket will the money go into then?"

Yu Jinwen: "..."

(End of this chapter)