"You are simply a treasure sister." Li Canxi was so happy that she couldn't help but rub Ou Yan's hair.
"Where's mine?" Li Sen was looking forward to what his sister would give him. Is it calligraphy and painting, or something else?
"Look at WeChat."
WeChat??
Li Sen was a little confused. When he opened it, he saw a clue.
Yan Yan has found out that Yueyue's original family is in Beijing, and I believe she will be able to find out the result within a few days.
"And this." Ou Yan handed over a small bottle, "You are a forensic doctor. Sometimes you inhale toxic gases during autopsy, or you are accidentally poisoned. You can eat this. There are detailed instructions above."
Previously, someone committed suicide with poisonous potion in a sealed space. The harmful substances in the potion volatilized into the air. A forensic doctor inhaled the gas during the autopsy, and it was too late to be sent to the hospital for rescue.
"I will always take him with me." Li Sen did not expect that his sister would always consider him, and he was immediately moved.
"Fourth brother... I don't know what he likes. I drew a painting just now, so I asked my eldest brother to hand it over." Ou Yan handed another painting to Li Yihan.
"Yan Yan." At this time, Song Jiuzhou walked leisurely with a warm smile on his face.
"Uncle, happy holidays." Ouyan handed over the gift.
"Let me see what gift my precious niece gave me... Is this a painting by Yan Mo?"
When Song Jiuzhou saw this magnificent work, he knew it was written by Yan Mo. Unexpectedly, he felt sorry for his niece's wallet.
"Silly girl, you spend too much money..."
Yan Mo is known as a great master in the painting world. Song Jiuzhou knew very well how valuable her works were.
That can't be bought with money.
Xiaozhu on the side reminded him mischievously, "Sir, please take a closer look. Does this drawing paper look familiar?"
Song Jiuzhou took a closer look and found that it was really a spare piece of paper in his study.
Usually only Xiaozhu can enter and leave his study freely.
Therefore, Xiaozhu should have taken this paper.
But what’s up with the majestic paintings above?
"This was painted by Miss Ouyan!" Xiaozhu smiled and couldn't help but reveal.
Song Jiuzhou was a little surprised, what?
While admiring the paintings given to him by his precious daughter, Li Yuanfu said, "Oh, Yan Yan is Yan Mo. She paints this very quickly. She can paint three or four paintings in an hour..."
Song Jiuzhou was simply stunned. He looked at his brother-in-law and sister in disbelief, and then at his nephews. They all seemed to know Yan Yan's identity...
So, he was the only one, Yan Mo, who didn't know the famous name, standing in front of him?
Yan Mo is a master-level figure in the painting world. His painting level is so high that everyone in the painting world knows it.
Unexpectedly, Yan Mo, who is known as the brush of Asia, the sage of Eastern painting, and the master of painting, would be his niece!!
"Yan Yan, you are really outstanding." Song Jiuzhou praised sincerely.
This kind of excellence is something that can only be counted on one's fingers. It is something that is rare.
"Uncle, you have to collect it. Yan Yan's works are so valuable that no matter how many people rob them, they won't be able to buy them." Li Sen said with a smile.
"If uncle thinks this drawing paper is too casual, you can give it to me, or sell it to me at a high price."
Li Canxi watched helplessly while Song Jiuzhou put away the painting with one hand and said, "Go away."
Although it was created in a very short period of time, Ou Yan's smooth brushstrokes and bold style still achieved a vivid effect of both form and spirit.
As expected of a master of Yanmo, he was able to portray the most difficult gods and shapes so well in such a short period of time.
At this time, Ouyan walked up to Li Yusha and handed her a gift.
Li Yusha was a little surprised, "Me, me too?"
She opened it and saw four words written by Ou Yan: contentment and happiness.
She knew that Ouyan was Yan Ruchu, and these words could be said to be rare treasures.