"Everyone, please be quiet." The person on the stage said, "This is a painter I admire, for more than ten years, not for fame and fortune at all." He may seem unknown, but he is known to all of us......"

Xu Ruyi felt that he was very long-winded.

Why hang everyone's appetite so high, just say it.

She could feel that fine beads of sweat began to ooze from Xu Nuan's palms.

He was nervous, he was scared. I've been trying to control myself.

Everyone waited for the people on stage to reveal the mystery.

The people on the stage continued to play up the atmosphere, and then shouted:

"Next, I invite the real owner of these paintings, Mr. Wang Guangrong, to play!"

The audience cheered.

Only the two of them here were a little dumbfounded.

Xu Nuan was completely stunned.

He was ready to expose himself just now, thinking that everyone would know about him.

Unexpectedly-

What the hell is Wang Guangrong?

"Young Master. What's going on? Xu Ruyi tilted his head and asked.

Xu Nuan shook his head, also puzzled.

He had never heard of the name, let alone who he was.

A moment later, I saw a bald man in his forties appear under the spotlight.

He was a little blessed, but he was smiling.

As soon as he came up, he folded his hands and bowed, and said words of thanks in his mouth.

"It's not him." Xu Nuan's face turned pale and muttered to himself, "I painted it." ”

His voice was not loud, and it had long been drowned out by the excited roar of the crowd.

For more than ten years, the legendary figure of the dragon who has no head but no end has finally been exposed to the public for the first time.

These people, how can they not be excited?

It's just that Xu Nuan can't believe it.

It's obviously something he painted, how could it change hands in the blink of an eye?

He didn't care about those paintings, but the four-leaf clover that belonged to him, and the portrait that was stolen, how could they be desecrated!

"My ......," Xu Nuan muttered, "That's my ......"

Xu Ruyi was very worried.

Looking at the scene, he looked like he was about to get sick again.

"Young Master!" Xu Ruyi pulled him to the corner.

Since everyone else was paying attention to the person on the stage, it was empty.

She hugged him tightly, "Young Master, don't get excited. Listen to me. ”

However, Xu Nuan couldn't listen to it at all, and kept talking to himself.

As a last resort, she had to pull his collar and let him lean down.

Xu Ruyi tiptoed and kissed his trembling mouth.

She kissed him softly, disarming him a little.

Xu Nuan slowly calmed down under her gentle attack.

He looked her in the eye, "Why?" Why is it his paintings? ”

Xu Ruyi had a soft smile on her face, "Young Master." It's not true, let's go and expose his face, okay? ”

Xu Nuan nodded: "Okay." ”

After they passed, they found Father Xu standing on the stage.

As soon as I saw him, all the mysteries were solved.

I also know that it is Xu's father who has been stealing his paintings to sell for so many years. After that, I also got to know some people in the art world.

Wang Guangrong, who impersonated Xu on the stage, must be one of them.

Over the years, it is estimated that he has also imitated Xu Nuan's handwriting in order to replace him.

"Huh." Xu Ruyi smiled sarcastically, "Young Master, those paintings belong to you, and they won't be snatched away by others!" ”

Xu Nuan's eyes were firm.

He didn't care about fame and fortune at all. All he wanted was his four-leaf clover, and her portraits.