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Chapter 271 Best wishes, An Nuan

Kenny?

She read his interview report in a foreign magazine, he is a painter!A little famous, reports say that Kenny has no airs at all, he is very approachable and easy to get along with, and he doesn't pay attention to fame. He is very casual in painting and so on, and has a very easy-going temperament.

An Nuan didn't expect to meet him in such a small place in Beicheng!

"Is there something on my face?"

Shen Junmo touched his face, and asked the woman next to him with a faint smile, with a warm smile in his eyes.

He found that there was a similar sense of familiarity between the eyebrows of the woman in front of him; but after all, he felt that he was thinking too much.

"Kenny, nice to meet you, actually, I'm actually your fan."

An Nuan said nervously, stretched out her hand, thinking that Kenny would not hold it, but when her hand warmed up, she looked at him in surprise.

"thanks, thanks!"

An Nuan thanked her slightly excitedly, Shen Junmo looked at her crooked crescent eyes, and somewhere in the bottom of her heart tugged slightly.

"Want to sign?"
Shen Junmo's voice was slightly teasing, An Nuan blushed immediately, but still took out a notebook from her bag and handed it to him.

"..."

Shen Junmo really didn't expect that An Nuan took this seriously!

Originally, I just wanted to tease her.

With a wave of your hand, sign 'Kenny' and date in the book...

"Kenny, can you write my name?"

An Nuan said something cautiously again, and Shen Junmo nodded.

"What is your name?"

"An Nuan."

Shen Junmo's hand holding the pen tightened, his body froze, a gleam flashed in his eyes quickly, and he spoke lightly.

"Best wishes, An Nuan."

An Nuan...

Shen Junmo's heart shook violently, warm, warm, whispering the name in his heart, his whole heart was filled with a feeling called heartache.

In the past, he also had a daughter named Nuan Nuan, and then..., there was pain in his eyes.

"Kenny?"

An Nuan looked at Shen Junmo who was in a daze.

"Sorry for being a little lost."

Shen Junmo restrained his thoughts and smiled kindly. An Nuan looked at him and felt that the person in front of him was really easy to get along with and was famous, but he was just an ordinary person.

"Give you."

Shen Junmo gave the notebook to An Nuan, and watched her carefully put it back in her bag.

"Do you like this one?"

Then he asked again, An Nuan nodded.

Although she just likes designing, she has a unique love for this pen. She knew this brand early in the morning. She couldn't afford it at all with her ability.

"I send you."

Shen Junmo said lightly, but An Nuan's eyes widened in surprise, after all, it was worth a lot.

He originally planned to buy it as a gift for his students, but now that he meets An Nuan, he feels some predestined relationship!So, things are given to people with predestined relationship, isn’t it?

An Nuan's brain twitched, and she didn't realize it was true until the packaging was finished and placed in her hands!

"It's too precious."

An Nuan declined.

"It's okay, just take it as fate."

Then he stuffed something into An Nuan's hands, and he walked out of the specialty store. An Nuan looked at the things in his hand, and then at the direction where the figure disappeared.

This is so rich.

She murmured something in her heart.

"Miss, you are so lucky, Kenny bought it for you personally."

The waiter added something next to her, and An Nuan pulled the corners of her lips, feeling as if she suddenly owed this person a favor.

After Shen Junmo left, he drove around Beicheng in a car. Every place was familiar and unfamiliar. The places he used to go to have been demolished, rebuilt and rebuilt. The deepest place in his memory, more than 20 years later, It is no longer what it used to be, things are different, and the targets are all strange faces.

Not far away, there seemed to be some kind of show going on. There were many spectators around the scene, and some even blocked the road. Shen Junmo pressed the window of the car and couldn't help but glanced at the stage of the show...

His hair was dyed yellow, and he was wearing a dazzling color, and he was saying thanks with a microphone.

The audience is almost all young girls, screaming loudly at the position on the stage.

Shen Junmo frowned, apparently a little impatient with such things.

Honked the horn to remind others to pay attention to the car here...

"Shen Yan..., Shen Yan! Shen Yan!"

When the music started, Shen Junmo's hand that honked the horn paused as the crowd shouted.

Shen Yan...

When he raised his head and looked up again, there was a bit of complexity in his eyes.

It's his son!
Just took a look, and gave it to Shen Junqing, who has been taking it abroad, and he has never paid attention to any news about him.

He only remembered that for a year or so, his sister told him that Shen Yan had returned to China, but he still didn't pay attention to it, let alone that he had become an artist.

He looked at the people jumping on the stage, every movement and step showed his ability, this is, his son!

He and Xiao Xiruo's son!

Shen Junmo just watched like this, and for a while, he also forgot to drive.

The road that was originally congested was even more congested at this time, and the horn sounded louder and louder after another, and the people in the car were all focused on the show, and couldn't take their eyes off at all.

It wasn't until someone knocked on the car window that Shen Junmo's thoughts came back.

"At such a great age, still chasing stars? It depends on parking the car and chasing slowly. What does it look like here?"

The car owner who knocked on the door complained.

Shen Junmo apologized, and the car started slowly. In the rearview mirror, he saw that figure disappear.

Back home, it was already evening.

In the kitchen, it was rare to see Lu Huan'e busy there. When he came back, the people inside smiled.

"Jun Mo, I made your favorite beer duck today."

Shen Junmo's eyes fell on Lu Huan'e's face for a few seconds, his eyes were complicated and dark, Lu Huan'e panicked inexplicably when he looked at her.

"Jun Mo, what's the matter? Didn't you pick a gift she likes?"

Lu Huan'e took off her apron and asked in a soft voice.

When she came over, Shen Junmo had already walked upstairs, his voice was somewhat indifferent.

"I'm going to check my mail."

Lu Huan'e stood where she was, watching the figure disappear at the top of the stairs, and then her eyes fell on the steaming dishes on the table.

That is, she carefully prepared an afternoon dish, which was his favorite dish.

However, he didn't even look at it.

Lu Huan'e's heart felt like the cold wind of winter had been poured into her heart.

In the next second, the dishes were dumped directly into the trash can.

(End of this chapter)