Love-brained rebirth breaks off the engagement, and Master Shen who ignored her goes crazy

Different from the wild growth in the garden.

The inside of the villa was surprisingly kept very clean.

Not a speck of dust.

"It seems that Shen Shian cares a lot about this house. He probably arranges people to come and clean it every month."

Chi Moyan made a pertinent comment.

Song Qingyu couldn't deny it.

If no one cleaned this place on time, it would never be so clean.

house.

There is not even a speck of dust.

The furniture was covered with dust sheets, and even the positions of the furniture as they were previously placed remained unchanged.

even.

Song Qingyu could recall the happy days she spent in this house when she was a child.

Her eyes felt a little hot.

Walk to the piano by the window.

His fingers gently stroked the piano.

"My mother had planned to train me to be a pianist. She said that when I was born, my fingers were long, and a piano seller lied to her, saying that I had the potential to play the piano."

"and then?"

Chi Moyan listened to her quietly.

"Then I spent tens of millions to buy a piano and hired a teacher, but I ended up being tone-deaf and the piano became just a decoration. My mom was so angry that she didn't talk to me for three days."

The more she spoke, the more she wanted to laugh.

Tears fell heavily.

She thought that her childhood had become a blur.

It turns out that when I return to my hometown, everything becomes clearer and clearer, including my mother's face.

"Do not be sad."

Chi Moyan didn't know how to comfort her.

I had to change the subject.

"Look around, is there anything you can find?"

"Ah."

Song Qingyu wiped away her tears but did not forget the important matter.

Chi Moyan checked the hall and guest rooms, while Song Qingyu went to the master bedroom and her previous room.

Searched them all.

There was basically nothing valuable left. Apart from the furniture that could not be moved and some yellowed books, there was no trace of anything left.

"Did you find anything?"

Chi Moyan asked.

Song Qingyu shook her head: "No..."

Chi Moyan nodded and glanced at his watch: "It seems that we will return empty-handed today. Let's go and have lunch."

"Ah."

Song Qingyu also knew it.

I just wanted to give it a try.

It was expected that no clues were found.

The two were about to leave.

When passing the corner of the stairs on the second floor.

A corner of the painting hanging on the wall suddenly fell off, scaring Song Qingyu.

"Did your mother draw this?"

Chi Moyan hung up the painting.

Looking at the painting in front of me, I couldn't help but admire it: "It's very beautiful. No wonder my mother always says your mother is a talented woman."

on the wall.

It is a landscape ink painting.

Through the scroll, it seems as if you can really see the mountains and rivers of the south of the Yangtze River.

Song Qingyu smiled, her eyes fell on the small compartment at the corner of the second floor, and her eyes lit up.

How could she have forgotten her mother's studio?

"Shall we go in and take a look?"

She pointed to the small compartment in front of her and said, "This is my mother's studio, but she usually doesn't let us in, so I'm not familiar with this studio. Even my father has rarely been in it."

"Let's go in and have a look."

Chi Moyan nodded.

The lock of the studio has long since rotted away.

Chi Moyan pulled hard twice with his hands, and the lock was quickly opened. The door of the studio was opened, and a smell of rotten wood came out.

Inside the studio, there were shelves on all four sides, with many boxes on the shelves.

Song Qingyu opened one at random, and it was filled with paintings.

Even on the desk facing the window.

There were also paints, brushes, and a half-finished painting.

Announce the decree.

Halfway through painting, the brush is placed on a random stroke.

It can be seen at a glance that the owner of the brush left in a hurry.

Maybe.

She was also thinking about finishing the painting after she came back.

Song Qingyu felt mixed emotions as she stroked the rough texture of the painting with her fingers.

Too much time has passed.

As soon as I touched it.

The drawing paper has cracks.

"Gan Leng?"

Chi Moyan's doubtful voice suddenly came from behind.

Hearing a familiar name.

Song Qingyu came back to his senses and turned around, "What?"

Chi Moyan held a painting in his hand, shook it slightly, and pointed to the signature below: "This painting is by Gan Leng."

Song Qingyu frowned.

I took it and looked at it, and it was exactly as he said.

The person who painted this picture is Gan Leng.

What about the rest of the paintings?

Song Qingyu took out several more paintings.

It is exactly the same as the first one, and the signature is Gan Leng.

"I didn't expect your mother to be a fan of Gan Leng. Your mother has a very sharp eye. Gan Leng was just becoming famous back then. Now, his paintings are probably worth no less than seven figures."

Song Qingyu pursed her lips.

Not a word.

She stared at the painting in her hands.

Seems to be lost in thought.

"what happened?"

Chi Moyan found something wrong.

"wrong."

Song Qingyu shook his head, his expression serious, "That's not the case."

"Ok?"

Chi Moyan also became serious.

"My mother likes painting, but she rarely collects paintings. I have never heard of the name Gan Leng from her. She is definitely not an avid collector."

and.

Just like what mom said.

Her mother and Gan Leng are fellow disciples.

Which junior sister would collect her senior brother’s things like this?

Unless... there is affection?

As soon as this thought came up, it was rejected by Song Qingyu.

My parents' relationship is well-known to be good. In their hearts, they are each other's only love, and this kind of situation would never exist.

So why?

Song Qingyu felt like his head was about to split open.

"Is it copying? Your mother wants to improve herself, so she wants to copy his paintings?"

"impossible."

Song Qingyu denied Chi Moyan's guess without even thinking about it.

"My mother started painting very early, and copying is the basis. With all her years of painting skills, she can't and definitely doesn't bother to copy."

"That……"

Chi Moyan couldn't think of it either.

Song Qingyu frowned and thought hard.

Suddenly.

A crazy idea popped into my mind.

She opened the paintings and placed all those signed by Gan Leng on the table and on the floor.

Gan Leng’s current paintings were also found.

after a long time.

Her voice was trembling a little.

"Have you noticed that Gan Leng's paintings seem to have become less in quality since my mother passed away?"

Chi Moyan nodded.

"That was indeed the saying at the time, but artists sometimes have inspiration and sometimes run out of inspiration, which is normal. Hasn't he gotten better in the past few years?"

"Look at his previous paintings again!"

She excitedly handed the painting to Chi Moyan.

"It's impossible for a person's style to change so much. Don't you think his painting style is exactly the same as my mother's?"

The studio fell into deathly silence.

Chi Moyan slowly put down the painting with a complicated expression.

"Are you suspecting that Gan Leng's previous paintings were all painted by your mother?"

"Yes."

Song Qingyu nodded very seriously.

"I can't think of any other coincidence other than this reason."

otherwise.

How can we explain that there are so many paintings signed by Gan Leng in the house, and some of them he didn’t have time to “publish”?