Nan Wen didn't think that anyone other than Bo Beimo would spend his spare time painting.

Those moments of free time that can be stopped are completely rare.

Therefore, no one will use such a very short opportunity and time to exercise such a hobby.

However, Bo Beimo's paintings have already appeared in front of Nan Wen's eyes, so the current manuscript seems to be related to him, and may be from him.

Ji Qingxun replied very calmly, and he had already given an answer after this question was asked.

"Hmm."

A lazy answer that I didn't care about.

But it also verified the guess in Nanwen's heart.

Nan Wen paused for a second at most as he flipped through the paintings, and his mouth reacted at the same time.

"Then he's really good."

"How does it compare to Nanjing Dye?"

Nan Wen really didn't expect Ji Qingxun to be able to ask himself such a sentence at this time, but he was also a little inexplicable by this question.

Thin North Ink and South Scene Dyeing?

The two of them seem to be people who will never have a relationship, because they have never communicated with each other in any way, so why should the two of them be compared together?

If you compare Ji Qingxun and Nan Jingran together, it is also possible, if the two of them have any communication, it is quite a normal thing.

Nan Wen frowned slightly at what he said.

He also said: "It's okay with the two of them, why should this matter be compared together?" ”

Yes, it's really the kind that doesn't even have a half-dime relationship.

But Ji Qingxun seemed to be pleased by this answer, and walked straight out of the room, and after opening the door, the wind was still significantly cold.

Nan Wen also put the script on the table without pretentiousness and followed.

But when he was about to step out of the room, he saw the pencil that had already been cut into the wood, and it was right in front of his eyes.

Nan Wen didn't have to think about it to know who shot this paintbrush into it, but he was a little curious about why this paintbrush ended up like this.

Nan Wen knew that there were very few people who could step into this room.

And it was even more impossible to make Ji Qingxun angry, because everyone didn't have the guts, and it was impossible for any quarrel to have in this room, but this kind of thing that sounded very impossible just happened, and he was given a pencil such a punishment.

Nanwin pulled the pencil out of the wall.

If you look up, you can see that the half of the broken pen that has been embedded in the wall and cannot be pulled out directly like this under any circumstances.

Gently rub the remaining half of the pencil that can move freely in your hand.

Put it in your pocket, and that's it.

It's really cold in the early spring, and it's already afternoon, and the sun is long gone, so it's naturally a little colder than during the day.

However, there is really very little sun in this place, and even if there is, most of the sun can be exposed from the back.

It seems to be an extremely suitable place for the shady side of the sun.

It's still very familiar and empty.

Because I was already familiar with it, I didn't feel scared or frightened when I saw such a desolate scene.