Han Qing smiled and said, "You may have heard of his name. Chu Nanshi is a master of calligraphy and painting. His name is Nanshi Sanren. I remember that Mr. Leng still collects his works."
Luo Jun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the old man in the photo.
Nanshi Sanren?
I remember that when he took Chu Xiaochen to attend Qiao Haoting's birthday party, the old man once lamented that Chu Xiaochen's words were a bit like those of a Nanshi Sanren.
Could it be that Chu Xiaochen’s so-called grandfather is this Nanshi Sanren?!
"Where is this Nanshi Sanren now?" Luo Jun asked again.
"He passed away a long time ago. Now his calligraphy and paintings are highly speculated. They are basically marketable and priceless."
Once again, looking carefully at the old man in the photo, Luo Jun's pupils shrank.
"No, I've seen him."
Luo Jun has always been quite confident in his memory. He has definitely seen this face before.
Just for a moment, I couldn't remember it.
"Isn't this... impossible?" Han Qing turned over the information in his hand, "According to the information, this Nanshi Sanren passed away more than ten years ago. How old were you at that time? Could it be that... Mr. Leng
Do you have any friendship with him? Or does Mr. Leng recognize him?"
Staring at the photos on the screen, Luo Jun recalled carefully without making a sound.
Where is it?
Where on earth have you seen this face?!
"How about I go check it out more carefully?"
Not getting any response from Luo Jun, Han Qing asked softly.
"Yes!" Luo Jun responded softly, "You go to bed first, and I will take Xiaochen to the airport early tomorrow morning."
Han Qing turned and left. Luo Jun looked at the photo for a while, but still didn't think of the answer.
Stretching his arms, he reached for the paper ring on the table and played with it between his fingers.
Looking at the paper ring, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.
Red origami?!
red?
Luo Jun suddenly turned his face and looked at the paper crane that he had folded and placed on the table.
Red paper crane?!
Taking a paper crane, his mind suddenly traveled through more than ten years and returned to the summer when he was four years old.
Thinking of the little girl with big eyes, and then, there is another person.
He was a tall and thin old man, with extraordinary bearing and kind eyes...
The face in the memory gradually became clear from blur, and then overlapped with the old man on the screen.
He looked away from the screen, moved to the paper crane in his hand, and finally landed on the red ring.
