After being reborn as a passerby, the fake daughter only wants to play badly

Zhou Jingyan hugged her tightly, his voice full of self-blame: "It's my fault."

If he had revealed Zhou Wanning's true identity earlier, they might not have fallen into a long cold war.

But at that time she was still Liu Yiyi, and there were many things she was not comfortable saying, which resulted in this misunderstanding.

"It's okay, it's all over."

Shen Anran smiled brilliantly and took his arm. "There seems to be a gallery up ahead. Let's go take a look."

"it is good."

It is an art gallery with a long history, and many works from the last century are displayed in the house.

However, people nowadays prefer fashion and trends, so few people come here to visit.

As soon as the two entered the door, they immediately felt a sense of tranquility as if time had gone backwards.

The interior decoration style is simple and quaint, and the walls are covered with various paintings, each of which seems to be telling a story from the past.

The owner of the inn saw guests and came forward with a gentle smile on his face. "Welcome, both of you. Would you like me to introduce you two?"

The owner of the museum is over 60 years old, with a head full of white hair, which is a little sparse, but still neatly combed behind his head.

His eyes are gentle, revealing a kind of tolerance and kindness, which makes people feel very friendly.

Shen Anran and Zhou Jingyan nodded in thanks and began to slowly admire the exhibition under the guidance of the museum owner.

The museum owner would explain to them the history behind the paintings and the stories of the artists from time to time.

"People nowadays don't pay much attention to these old works. If their owner was an outstanding writer, they would definitely be sold out. Unfortunately, most of them were written by ordinary people and can only stay here with an old man like me." The museum owner was filled with emotion.

The owners of these paintings include hard-working farmers, diligent students, and painters who have not yet become famous.

If these were works by famous artists, how could they be so deserted? They would have been collected by someone long ago instead of being displayed here.

Shen Anran said softly, "Art is eternal. There will always be a day when it will be seen."

But who knows when that day will be?

Some people spend their entire lives but still fail to get what they want.

Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to a tattered painting.

She walked slowly towards it, and when the general outline of the painting became clearer, she couldn't help but be startled.

How can this be?

The marks on the canvas have become much more blurred due to the weathering, but one can still vaguely make out the outline of a person.

As for the person's specific appearance, it was already blurred and difficult to identify.

Shen Anran recognized it at a glance.

Whether it is the composition or other details, it bears her unique style and habits.

However, she could not remember having ever created such a painting.

What confused her even more was that the painting was from the last century.

The museum owner noticed her interest in the painting and began to introduce it to her: "The artist of this painting is unknown. I bought it from a peddler. At the time, the painting was already quite damaged, and even after restoration, it could not be fully restored to its original appearance."

Shen Anran suppressed the strangeness in her eyes and asked, "Then how can you be sure that it is something from the last century?"

"Look here, there's a date and an incomprehensible sign."

Shen Anran looked in the direction the curator pointed. The date on it was indeed a century from now, and there was a small pattern next to it that resembled a plum blossom.

Her heartbeat couldn't help but quicken.

She remembered the plum blossom pattern clearly, and she would unconsciously add her personal mark to it every time she finished a painting.

She has had this habit since she was a child and has never mentioned it to anyone else.

"I've been collecting paintings for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen such a sign. It means that this artist's work is the only one of its kind, and it's a pity that it can't be completely restored." The museum owner's words were full of regret.

Shen Anran suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and asked the owner, "Is this painting for sale?"

The smile in the museum owner's eyes grew even more intense. "This piece of work is not expensive. I only bought it for a few hundred yuan. If you like it, I'll give it to you."

This painting is his favorite, and he always feels that it contains rich emotions.

Unfortunately, since it cannot be restored, we cannot appreciate the original charm of the painting.

Now that he met someone like Shen Anran who was so obsessed with this painting, his heart was filled with joy, and he could hardly wait to hand the painting to her.

After some arguing between the two, Shen Anran paid half of the purchase price paid by the museum owner.

After leaving the gallery, Shen Anran felt an indescribable pain in his heart.

It was as if the painting was her creation and the characters in the painting were people she was familiar with.

Zhou Jingyan asked her softly, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just feel touched. Maybe it can give me some inspiration for my new work." Shen Anran joked.

Zhou Jingyan knew that she was busy preparing for the studio recently, so he said, "If there is anything you need help with, just tell me. Don't be polite to me."

"I know, I know. You've said this many times. If I have any questions, I will definitely tell you. I'm not stupid."

Zhou Jingyan looked helpless. She was not stupid, she just liked to take care of everything on her own.

The driver was already waiting on the side. After Shen Anran got in the car, she kept holding the box containing the painting in her arms.

Her mind was in a mess now. Her intuition told her that the painting was drawn by her, but as to why it was from the last century, she had not yet figured out the answer.

Even before getting off the car, I was still hesitating whether to take it with me. Later, I thought it was inconvenient, so I left it in the car.

The two walked into the hot pot restaurant, which was the same one they had been to before.

The boss recognized them at a glance because the last incident was very serious and the scene was in chaos. Fortunately, the restaurant was not damaged.

He walked up to greet them and asked, "Do you two still want the same seats as last time?"

Shen Anran was slightly surprised and asked, "Boss, do you still remember us?"

The boss smiled and replied, "Of course I remember."

Shen Anran scratched her hair awkwardly, thinking, yes, that incident last time almost ruined someone's store.

She has been very busy recently and has not found time to "visit" Liu's mother and ask in person who took away Liu Yiyi's heart.

It seems that I have to find time to visit the mental hospital. I don’t know how she is doing. After all, that hospital is very "famous".

Shen Anran smiled and said, "Then let's take the same seat as last time."

"Okay, please come this way."

The original plan was to invite Liu Shuming to come out together today, but he was tied up with something, so in the end it was just the two of them.

Shen Anran picked up the menu and looked through it, then turned to Zhou Jingyan and asked, "Is your taste still the same as before?"

"Unchanged."

"Okay, I'll order them together."

Shen Anran ordered more than a dozen dishes in one go. If you look closely, you can find that the food that Zhou Jingyan once liked is also Shen Anran's preference.

Unfortunately, Shen Anran was really just a foodie at that time.