Chapter 126: Memories in the Painting

"I don't know whether to be relieved or sad that you are doing so well" Yi Munan knew that now was not the time to joke, but he still wanted to ease the current atmosphere, at least he didn't want to see his younger brother so sad.

"Hey, go ahead." It's still quite effective, Yi Muxi smiled self-deprecatingly, sat down again and continued to work.

"How's your network?" Yi Muxi asked his brother while typing the code.

"I've been working hard, but I haven't managed the system for a long time, and the staff is a bit scattered."

Hackers know that the most powerful thing now is the information network created by Yi Munan, which contains the best hackers in the world, but Yi Munan has not personally managed it for a long time, and it is difficult to achieve the same state as a few years ago in one time.

Even he himself wasn't sure if his own people would have been poached by Nangong, and even his defense system might have been made for him by his own people.

Yi Munan sighed softly, Yi Muxi also sighed when he saw him like this, and said half-jokingly: "I knew why I had to do it today." ”

"You kid, do your job."

The naughty result was that Yi Muxi was shocked and screamed in pain.

Tong Wan climbed from the second floor to the fourth floor, she just observed, the second floor is the bedroom, the third floor is the entertainment venue including the gym, the movie room, the singing room, and even the game room.

She walked to the fourth floor, and the scene in front of her really amazed Tong Wan, the entire fourth floor was divided into two large rooms, both rooms were made of glass walls, and the main color was sea blue, which made people feel like entering the underwater world from the entrance.

Looking at such a scene, Tong Wan couldn't help but wonder in her heart, if the lights were turned off, would it be the inky sky above the sea, quiet and mysterious.

Tong Wan continued to walk forward, the first room was the studio, with all kinds of tools and sculptures, the easel was quietly placed in the center of the room, there was no color on the white paper, as if waiting for the owner who could add color to it.

Still didn't see anyone from Nangong, she continued to walk forward, there was a short corridor between the two rooms, and through the corridor, Tong Wan saw the person she was looking for.

It seems that this room is the studio of Nangong that Aunt Qiu said, but it is not used for painting, but for painting.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw that the room was full of portraits of herself, on the walls, on the table, on the floor, large and small, large and small, if the protagonist of the painting was not herself, he thought it was a private exhibition.

Tong Wan didn't make a sound, quietly looking at each painting in the room.

Most of the paintings here were made when I was a child, and not many of them grew up.

Some sit quietly reading, some fall asleep on the table, and some climb trees to pick fruit.......

These paintings are all similar, just painting their usual state, and the painting is very exquisite, even I may not be able to do it to this extent.

But until a pair attracted Tong Yao's attention, the first time she saw her heart stopped beating in an instant, as if she had been sniped in the heart accurately, and she felt that the whole person was going to suffocate.

The painting is the first time I ate in that small restaurant, because I was dirty and dirty, like a little beggar, I couldn't find my brother that day, and I was hungry, and the restaurant owner saw that he was pitiful and took him in for dinner.

If it weren't for Nangong's food before, he would have almost forgotten such a thing, but he would never have forgotten the taste of that meal, and now all the memories of seeing this painting are presented in front of his eyes like a movie.

"Why are you crying?" Nangong walked over and saw that Tong Wan was already in tears, and held her shoulder worriedly.