He knows what his wife is so annoying, right?

Song Yi glanced at the painting on the table and invited Lin Wenyou to sit down.

Lin Wenyou remembered something.

"Your graduation certificate is still with me, and I haven't found a suitable opportunity for you. Wait for me next time and bring it to you! ”

Fang Zongtang's hand brushing copper paint paused.

Song Yi smiled and nodded: "Okay, then thank you professor." “

Lin Wenyou simply pulled his eyes back from the grain harvest jar, and sighed: "You are the most talented student I have ever met, I thought you would engage in scientific research in the future!" ”

Song Yi was silent and said, "It's good now, I like my current job very much." ”

If the richest man is compared to a job, then this job is very good.

Lin Wenyou turned his head and glanced at Fang Zongtang: "She is your wife who has been missing for ten years?" ”

Song Yi nodded: "Yes." ”

Lin Wenyou sighed: "It's a pity that you have talent." ”

Speaking of which, the conversation has changed again.

"Anyway, congratulations. If only I had known she was your wife. ”

Song Yi smiled silently, even if he knew it earlier, it was useless.

If you ask him to help, he will definitely not help.

Lin Wenyou actually has a lot to say to Song Yi, but in front of Fang Zongtang, these words are not easy to say.

Fortunately, Zhang Xingzu soon picked up Uncle Ming.

Her jar was plated with brass, and it was plated.

"Uncle Ming, what is the name of this painting?" She pointed to the picture of the ploughing cow and showed it to Uncle Ming.

Uncle Ming recognized at a glance that this picture of a ploughing cow was the one under his original hand.

The one that was stolen and sold by his son.

"Why is this painting here?" Uncle Ming hurriedly asked.

She pointed to the ploughing cow and showed it to Uncle Ming, and said, "It was Professor Lin Wenyou who brought it to exchange things with me, I thought that you should be able to see something, so I called you here!" ”

Uncle Ming took a deep breath and shook off the mess in his head.

"Your calligraphy and painting skills are no worse than mine."

Now that it was exposed, she stopped talking.

Uncle Ming's attention was focused on ploughing cattle.

"Ploughing cattle are fake, everything else is real!"

Lin Wenyou was stunned, how could it be?

"How can this painting of mine be fake?"

Uncle Ming looked at Lin Wenyou and asked with a serious expression, "Where did you get this painting?" ”

Lin Wenyou glanced at Fang Zongtang and replied: "Four or five years ago, I bought it with a middle-aged down-and-out man on Babao Street. ”

Four or five years ago?

At that time, Uncle Ming's son had just left.

Didn't Uncle Ming say that his son's family went to the beautiful country?

Uncle Ming's mood was a little wrong, and he was silent for two minutes, and then shifted his attention to the ploughing cow diagram.

"This painting must have been dug up in two and sold." Uncle Ming posted it on the painting to find a place to connect.

"Brother Zongtang, come and see, is the interface here?" Uncle Ming shouted Fang Zongtang.

She used to slide her fingers around the ploughing ox.

"Yes, the cow was replaced with a fake cow, and then a fake cow was put together on it."

Lin Wenyou didn't believe it at first, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the unhealthy cow was different from the surrounding countryside.

It's ethereal, as if it's floating on a painting.

Fang Zongtang analyzed: "People who sell paintings either want to sell a painting for two dollars. Either that, replace the cow and keep a memory for yourself. ”

Thinking about this matter, she deliberately said that it sounded good.

Uncle Ming's anger has long passed, and he wants to know now, is it his son's family who haven't left Xiangjiang at all?

(End of chapter)