If it's a picture, it's a little bit of a match.

Because this can be said to be a painting.

It seems to be a drawing made with the most basic manuscript paper and pencil.

There was nothing superfluous in these words, only a figure in the center of the paper.

But this figure is really familiar enough.

There is no way that South Win could not be mistaken about who this figure belonged to.

It's possible that something on the back is really very similar, but what if even the small objects worn on the body are exactly the same?

Some people may say that this is also possible, but what if the object that is worn on the body that is absolutely impossible to collide is unique?

The back in this painting belongs to Nanwen, with a radish tied to the pocket of his coat.

It's a blue radish, and it's a dark blue that isn't girlish.

It's just such a bare radish, but with the radish is the hand-embroidered purse.

This purse is Nanwen's own show, and it is absolutely impossible to be wrong no matter what.

But Nanwen never brought this outfit to everyone.

At least not in country A.

Nan Wen frowned rather irritably.

But he had already noticed the man standing outside the door.

Nan Wen opened the door of the café and glanced out, as if he just wanted to see the scenery outside.

But later, a man dressed in black entered the café.

It was Su Yi, although he followed him every day in the past, but he didn't show up, let alone communicate.

Nan Wen handed the phone to Su Yi: "Do you know who drew this?" ”

Nan Wen's outfit is not only seen by himself, but there are many people who have seen it, but it has not been seen by everyone in country A, so Su Yi is naturally one of those people, and it will not be wrong to ask like this.

Su Yi's expression was still as cold as a robot: "I don't know, but this is you." ”

Nan Wen had already been able to determine this, and now he was even more certain when he heard this sentence, but he asked this not to be sure, but to know whose hand this painting actually came from.

Nanwen: "I don't know who painted it. ”

In fact, Nan Wen already had a guess in his heart at the first moment, but he felt that his guess was a little ridiculous.

Because the style of painting is not the same.

Although they are all drawn with the simplest kind of paper and pen, they may have different styles depending on the hands of different people, but if you are familiar with them, you can see them at a glance.

Nanwen was familiar with the person she guessed, so she knew that there was a 90% chance that the painting was not from that person.

But what about the other person?

Who else can be idle?

Nanwen really can't think of it.

And I can't think of anyone who can put this painting on Weibo after painting themselves.

Nan Wen had already checked this Weibo account just now.

Registered half a month ago, Nan Wen didn't know what kind of person he met half a month ago and what happened, after all, half a month ago was really peaceful.

So this picture is really too inexplicable.

Nan Wen didn't feel that he had been arranged by someone to brush this painting by coincidence on Weibo, after all, he usually browsed these things when he was fine, and he didn't care too much.