"I knew that the painting you just made was rote memorization, my color is not prominent, it is very delicate, and the prominent lines, you have done it back. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Gu shook his head with a smile, "Looking at your usual omnipotent appearance, I thought you could do anything." ”

Nan Hanming looked down at her with a smirk, and suddenly laughed, didn't speak, just rubbed her head.

"Wait, that's not right." Gu Pian seemed to think of something, and put his hands on his chin, "How do I remember that your family and Nan Lao's study are suddenly covered with oil flowers from different painters, you are cultivated in that environment, and you have a father who loves to paint, why don't you know how to paint?"

"Don't look at the old man's pretense to understand quite well, in fact, he doesn't know much about painting." At the mention of Nan Lie, Nan Hanming frowned unconsciously.

"Then why did he hang so many paintings? Just to look a little more forceful, but what I see most in his study is not those prestigious paintings such as Leonardo da Vinci, but some unknown but very good paintings......" Gu Pian tilted his head to express puzzlement.

"If she really wanted to pretend to be a coercion, why didn't she put the famous painting in the study, but in the hallway?" Gu pity rubbed his chin with a thoughtful look, "I know, could he not be able to distinguish between good and bad paintings at all, so ......"

"Alright." Unable to listen to her words, Nan Hanming interrupted her, "That's not the point, the point is that you give me the painting now, and I'll take a look." ”

"Nope." Gu pity dodged Nan Hanming's hand that wanted to snatch away the painting, and looked arrogant, "The paint hasn't dried yet, I'll pack it for you when it's dry." ”

"You're really ......," Nan Hanming scratched her nose helplessly.

***

When she went to bed at night, Gu Pian couldn't fall asleep over and over, and for some reason, she couldn't help but dwell on the incident in the afternoon.

Nan Lie is a person with status, and it is normal for him to buy a few paintings to support his face, but why, those more expensive and well-known paintings are discarded and hung in the corridor by him, and those paintings whose names cannot be said are hung in the study.

If Nan Lie really can't tell the difference between good and bad paintings, and doesn't know the commercial value of those paintings, but those paintings are not hung by his own hands, there are so many housekeepers in the Nan family, it is impossible for everyone not to see the quality of those paintings.

And as far as she knew, when she first arrived at Nan's house, she was very curious about the paintings on the corridor, so she touched them, but they were covered with dust.

This doesn't mean that no one attaches importance to these paintings, and at first she thought that the Nan family was so rich that they didn't want such expensive paintings.

But when she saw the paintings in the room, she was even more surprised that the paintings in the room were spotless.

At first, she thought that maybe Nan Lie had a habit of cleanliness, but could she ask you, would a person with a habit of cleanliness let the corridors of his house be full of dust? And his study wasn't so tidy.

All these questions are sunk in the bottom of her heart, and she can't shake them off.

Nan Hanming got into bed, gently hugged her thoughts from behind and took pity on her, and buried her head on her shoulder.

"What are you thinking? I just called you and there was no reaction at all. Perhaps it was because he had just taken a shower and his voice was so soft.

"Nothing." She shook her head, choosing to hide her concerns.

Nan Hanming is a rough nerve, he definitely doesn't think about it so much, he should only think that she thinks too much.

Because even she thinks so herself.