Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Shen Nuo said nothing more, nodded to the butler, turned around and walked in.

After she entered, the housekeeper did not leave, but stood guard outside the door to prevent anyone from entering.

When entering the hall, there will be a fork in the road, one to the left and one to the right. Shen Nuo paused for a moment and glanced at the difference between the two sides, but could not see anything.

The two corridors seemed to have light-blocking devices. Only a white exit point at the end could be seen. Nothing could be seen, but one could feel that both corridors lead to the outside through the air circulation.

Shen Nuo thought for a moment and casually chose to walk to the left.

After just two steps, as expected, the lights in the corridor lit up one after another, illuminating the entire corridor in an instant.

Shen Nuo turned around and looked at the long corridor on the right. It was still dark there and he couldn't see anything.

It seems to be a separate voice control system.

Shen Nuo withdrew his gaze and looked forward, but was suddenly stunned and turned his head to look at the wall.

I saw one after another priceless and world-famous paintings hanging on the wall. From Chinese paintings to oil paintings, from oil paintings to sketches, there are all kinds of paintings. It is simply a paradise for art.

Shen Nuo is a fashion designer, but she is also a very talented painter and is quite famous in the art world, but few people know that the painter is her.

Shen Nuo's hand gently touched the oil painting closest to her, and the beautiful stars in the universe seemed to be displayed in front of her through the thick ink colors.

Her eyes darkened, her memory stretched to its limit, and she returned to that summer.

It was a night with thousands of stars. The stars dotted the night sky, the cicadas sang about the hot summer, and a wisp of breeze blew across the cheeks. The wind carrying a little heat was like the last carnival of summer, which was the last trace of youth.

Life in the senior year of high school was always busy and fulfilling. They avoided evening study hall and went for a walk on the playground. Unlike him who disappeared from school from time to time, that was the first time she skipped class so wildly, just because he said he was in a bad mood and wanted to Let her walk with him.

He is a man of the hour in the school, and he is the most beautiful person in the world. Almost no one can get him. Shen Nuo has never thought about reaching him. He only hopes that he can leave no regrets in the last moments of separation.

"Shen Xiaonuo," he rarely had a mysophobia. He put his hands on the auditorium of the playground and looked up at the sky. His cold voice was still indifferent and distant: "After the college entrance examination, will you come with me?"

"Go?" Seventeen-year-old Shen Nuo was stunned for a long time: "Where are you going?"

He opened his thin lips slightly and uttered two words: "Go abroad."

That was the first time he invited her to go abroad with him, and both of them knew what this invitation meant.

If possible, Shen Nuo also hopes that he can be willful and realize his youthful dream.

But she can't.

She doesn't have the capital to go abroad.

If everything stays close to him, then she will lose herself forever, which is not the outcome she wants.

What's more, she has more important things to do.

Perhaps she had been silent for too long, and the boy turned to look at her: "I know you like art and want to pursue the path of fashion design. The attainments in this field abroad are obviously higher than those in China, and there will be more opportunities in the future. There is room for development. Shen Nuo, going abroad will be beneficial and harmless to you."

If her family is still happy, she will go out with him without hesitation.

As he said, there is now a better environment abroad for her to grow, and there will be a broader platform for her to fly in the future.

But she is not.

She was seventeen years old, her parents died in mysterious circumstances, and her uncle's family regarded her as a thorn in their side. She promised her grandmother that she would become the most powerful embroidery master...

The foreign clothing industry is indeed developing faster than the domestic one, but there is one thing that foreign countries can never match, and that is China's profound and long-standing cultural heritage, and that is something that only Chinese people are well versed in - embroidery.

Shen Nuo looked up at the stars, avoided his topic, and spoke softly: "The night is so beautiful tonight."

Qin Siyu was so smart that he knew her answer at once. The young man's dignity was always strong and heavy, and could not arouse the slightest blow.

He didn't ask any more questions, but just looked at the night sky again like her, remaining silent.

Shen Nuo smiled: "It's like a miniature version of the starry sky in the universe, as if it allows people to see the universe."

At this moment, time had passed, and the real oil painting of the universe and starry sky appeared before her eyes. The faded memory seemed to be repainted with different colors by countless inks, as if it was a world away.

Shen Nuo walked through the corridor step by step. Almost every painting was a famous painting that she had inadvertently mentioned. With the presentation of each painting, memories emerged from her mind one by one, as if those past memories were forgotten. The years passed over again, and until she walked out of the corridor completely, Shen Nuo was still a little overwhelmed, her expression was slightly in a trance, and her eyes were divergent and unfocused.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Nuo finally recovered, his eyes refocused, and he saw the world beyond the corridor.

In the distance is a small palace, and around the small palace is a small garden. The environment is elegant and beautiful, and the colorful flowers are not cliched and coquettish, but every place is just right.

Green and vibrant, life seems to be continuing and growing at this moment, never ending.

Small bridges, flowing water, and fish playing. This is a small version of Jiangnan, a small world created by Qin Siyu himself.

Shen Nuo was stunned in place for a long time, then silently walked forward, walked through the cobblestone path, and walked up to the small pavilion. The small table was filled with various small desserts, which were not sweet but full of fragrance.

Next to the small table, the tools for sketching are fully prepared, including drawing boards, brushes, paints... everything.

Standing in the small pavilion, you can see the beautiful scenery of the surrounding small bridges and flowing water, you can also see the colorful scenery, and you can also see the antique small hall... It is indeed a good place for sketching.

Shen Nuo continued to walk forward, bypassing all kinds of beautiful scenery, and came to the palace. He stretched out his hand to open the door, and an antique hall appeared in front of him. He walked around the hall and walked to the back to the living room. There was a beautiful and exquisite picture in it. The bed.

When I turned around, I saw that the mirror on the dressing table was actually a bronze mirror!

Shen Nuo: "......"

Although when she was young and ignorant, she once said that life in ancient times was really interesting, but there was no need to be so reductive.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she felt confused about whether to laugh or cry. She reached out and touched the bronze mirror, then took another look around, then turned around and walked out without going any further.

This time, she did not go back the same way, but walked back through another corridor.

From beginning to end, how could she, a fair person like her, favor the corridor on the left and forget about the right?

She was definitely not curious about what was in the corridor on the right, absolutely not!