He remembered.
The first time he saw the painting on Sucheri Avenue was the day she lost money in Paradise.
Apart from him and Luo Nai, there should have been other people who also fell in love with the painting, so when he asked, the shopkeeper didn't raise his head, and refused very smoothly and simply.
The owner doesn't sell, of course she means it.
He went again at noon the next day, but the painting had already been bought.
Thinking about it now, it should be after that night that she urgently needed to raise money, so she chose to sell the painting the next day.
He was one step too late and missed it.
But in the final analysis... the main cause of this incident was all his fault.
Obviously, Luo Nai did not expect Shen Li to answer so frankly, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed:
"But if Mr. Lu had also taken a fancy to that painting at that time, the price he gave shouldn't be low, right?"
Shen Li was silent for a few seconds:
"... At that time, I knew that you wanted to buy it, so I intended to give you that painting."
After the words fell, Shen Li suddenly felt a chill in the back of his head, and a real gaze fell on himself.
She silently looked away.
Although, this is the truth.
When she first came to Liland, art galleries and museums can be seen everywhere, and there are countless people with drawing boards on their backs.
On a whim, she drew that picture.
Moreover, because Liland is Launai's hometown, her painting style at that time was deliberately modeled after his.
After finishing the painting, she originally wanted to leave it to Li Yan as a decoration in his shop. After all, such a large drawing board would be troublesome to bring back to the country.
Who knew that the car overturned that night and owed a whole lot of debt.
She had to choose to sell the painting.
There were quite a lot of people who wanted to buy the painting that day, and she stayed in the store for an hour before meeting five or six people who came to make an offer.
Impatient, she left directly, and saw Luo Nai when she left.
Later Li Yan mentioned that she chose Luo Nai almost without any hesitation.
In fact, Luo Nai was not the highest bidder that day, but because she liked him very much, she thought it would be good if he bought the painting.
Who knew that there would be Lu Huai and her that day
Hearing this, Lu Huai touched the roof of his tongue with the tip of his tongue and laughed angrily.
OK.
It turned out that the little girl chose it herself.
Luo Nai glanced at the two of them, probably guessing something, and couldn't help laughing:
"So, I really want to say thank you to A Li. However, if Mr. Lu still insists on wanting it, it happens that A Li is here, so you can ask her for her opinion."
ask her
She had already admitted to herself just now that the painting was sold to Luo Nai on purpose, so how could he ask for it again
What's more, in the final analysis, she went to sell paintings because of him—
Lu Huaiyu finally said:
"No need. Since Ali sold the painting to you, forget it."
Shen Li coughed lightly.
Lorna laughed:
"Well, I would like to thank Mr. Lu for his generosity."
Lu Huai tilted his head and exhaled lightly.
It's rare for him to encounter such aggrieved situation, but he still can't say it.
Who made him provoke this little ancestor first.
Hearing this, Ella finally asked hopefully:
"So the artist of this painting is here! Shen Li, do you have any other paintings in your hand? I want to buy one, and the price is easy to negotiate!"
Before Shen Li opened her mouth, she felt that Lu Huaiyu looked over, with a smile that was not a smile.
"..." She paused and shook her head, "Sorry, no more."
"Ah? No more?" Ella looked disappointed, "In the past three years... haven't you painted with this identity again?"
Shen Li shook her head again: "No."
When she left Liland, she was ready to cut off everything here.
What's more, she never came back during this period, even if it was a painting, she would not appear here.
Seeing this, Ella regretted giving up.
"Then... I have to wait for you to take pictures next time."
Shen Li now has a psychological shadow on the matter of selling paintings.
So she paused, and finally only said "um".
"Speaking of which, what does the string of letters behind that painting mean?" Luo Nai asked.
The painting has been kept with him for three years, but he still can't figure out what the string of letters means.
Just as Shen Li was about to speak, she suddenly thought of something and looked at Lu Huaiyu.
Lu Huaiyu paused slightly:
"That's her name."
Including Luo Nai, everyone was stunned for a moment, with blank eyes.
Lu Huaiyu looked into her eyes, and said every word with a low voice:
"MGYUB is the word 'glass' in Cangjie input method in China."
…
So far, this matter has finally come to an end.
Luo Nai kept the painting, and knew that the artist of that painting was Shen Li, and also knew that she had learned his painting at the beginning, and deliberately chose to leave the painting to him, her mood couldn't be better.
But it's hard to say whether other people are in such a good mood.
After visiting the gallery, I also attended a family dinner at Luo Nai. By the time Shen Li and Lu Huai returned to the hotel, it was already after seven o'clock in the evening.
Lu Huaiyu sent her to the door of the room, but did not leave.
Shen Li also seemed to have a premonition, and swiped her card to enter the door.
Lu Huaiyu followed and walked in, and turned on the light with a "snap".
Shen Li turned around.
Lu Huai and Zheng leaned against the wall to watch her.
She thought about it, and then asked:
"When did the second brother know?"
Luo Nai and the others thought that Lu Huaiyu must have known her identity a long time ago, but she never mentioned it.
Today when he said it was her painting, he was so sure.
Lu Huai raised his eyebrows slightly:
"The day I know you are the shadow of the tree."
Shen Li was startled: "What?"
Those are clearly two completely different styles of painting, and no one who sees them will feel that they are the same person.
Otherwise, Luo Nai wouldn't have guessed her identity for so long.
But how could he—
Lu Huaiyu suddenly laughed.
He bent down and bowed his head, and moved closer, the distance between the two instantly narrowed.
He had blocked a few glasses of wine for her before, and at this moment, he could still smell a faint smell of alcohol, mixed with his scorching breath, which made people feel drunk.
He slightly lowered his voice, and the ending was drawn out, revealing a natural laziness:
"Of course I recognize your paintings."
Good night
(end of this chapter)