The almighty daughter pretends to be weak and seeks a big boss to back her up.

Lan Xinnuo: "Why are you so polite to me? But one of your couriers looks quite big. I don't know if it's a painting or a photo frame."

Nan Yu nodded when he heard this, and the blue mandala over there heard the last sentence, "Oh, that should be a painting, I forwarded it to you, and it was sent to you by the famous painter Mo Bai, right? ?”

Nan Yu ignored her words, picked up the larger express delivery on the ground and opened it. He heard the blue mandala over there kept chattering: "What is your relationship with this Mo Bai? You actually give me a gift at this time every year." You send a painting, and the packaging is extremely exquisite."

It is not inferior to the kind hanging in the collection hall at all, which is enough to show that the other party values ​​​​the gift given.

"Mo Bai's paintings are very valuable. If you want to sell them, they will definitely fetch a high price. Just sell them to the Nangong family in Country Z. They bid very high for art."

"But the key is whether this was painted by the famous painter Mo Bai I know? Didn't he only use black and white? Why is the painting for you in color..."

Lan Mandala suddenly fell silent as she spoke, thinking: "It's over! Exposed! Doesn't this directly admit that she has opened her express delivery?"

But she didn't mean to dismantle it. The courier had exposed itself. She was really curious, so she admired the master's painting. She never expected that it was a color painting that Mo Bai had never painted. She even doubted the authenticity of the painting.

Nan Yu threw the express package aside and asked her directly, "Have you investigated the matter you were asked to investigate?"

When Lan Mandala heard that she didn't ask any questions, he felt relieved, "I already have some clues, but why don't you check it yourself? If you had checked it yourself, you would have found it out long ago."

It's not that she is modest, it's that in the five-color mandala, no one can compare to this one in terms of ability.

Nan Yu did not answer her question, "If you find out, tell me and hang up."

Before Lan Mandala could speak, Nan Yu put down the phone and said, "I haven't finished speaking yet. I just throw it away when I'm done with it."

Nan Yu slowly took apart the painting, and an extremely beautiful painting was revealed.

Yu Wenyin, who had just come out of the bathroom, passed by Nan Yu and happened to see the signature of the painting, "B\u0026W..."

Lan Xinuo and Qi Zhihui, who had long been attracted by the paintings in Nan Yu's hands, heard Yu Wenyin's words and gathered around Nan Yu. Lan Xinuo asked Yu Wenyin: "Wen Yin, do you know this B\u0026W?"

Yu Wenyin nodded, "Well, he is a painter I like very much. His name is Mo Bai, and B\u0026W is what he used when signing his name."

"He's very famous."

Qi Zhihui: "Oh, I remembered it. When my mother took me to an art exhibition before, I had seen his paintings. He was the painter who only used black and white, right?"

"His paintings are so expensive, they cost tens of millions."

Yu Wenyin nodded, "Yes, Mo Bai's paintings only use black and white, so his paintings usually appear very monotonous on the surface. At most, they only have one more gray color."

"His paintings are only in black and white and are very similar to himself, mysterious and simple at the same time."

“The world presented in his paintings seems to always be nihilistic and empty, but many people are unconsciously infected by the richness beneath his monotonous surface. Some people say that his paintings are monotonous, but his inner world is rich. "

"His inner emotions seem to be very complicated, including sadness, pain, sadness, darkness, and some resentment towards an unfair fate."

"In short, there are many conjectures, but no one can accurately describe the emotions."

Nan Yu listened to Yu Wenyin's words and slowly shook his head, "Five points of silence, three points of indifference, and two points of struggle."

There is no sorrow, no pain, and no hatred.

Yu Wenyin didn't hear Nan Yu's mumbling clearly, "Nanyu, what did you say?"

"Nanyu?"

Nan Yu suddenly came to his senses, "Oh, it's nothing."

Yu Wenyin looked at the colorful painting in Nan Yu's hand. It looked good. "But Nan Yu, where did you get this painting? It shouldn't be real, right?"

"Mo Bai never uses any other colored pigments for painting."

Nan Yu just smiled and said nothing.

The three of them looked at each other and thought that Nan Yu's painting must have been bought online to play with.