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During the entire process, Wu Jing never said a word.

She listened quietly to Bai Ziyi and Wu Enfu chatting about paintings, mountains and rivers, and ideals. This scene also gave her a lot of feelings.

The relationship between the two is like that of Boya Ziqi, who plays the high mountains and flowing water together.

Like Jing Ke Gao gradually leaving Yishui to say goodbye.

In fact, it is rare in life to have a close friend. If you really meet one, it will be a great blessing in life.

The next day, Bai Ziyi woke up at seven o'clock and saw Wu Enfu standing in front of the drawing board and continuing to paint.

Time was too tight and he had to cherish every minute.

This morning, he made another five meters of the ten-meter scroll. At two o'clock in the afternoon, he only had one meter left of the ten-meter scroll.

Suddenly, Wu Enfu burst out laughing.

He wrote:"Hahahaha!"

"The realm I have been pursuing all my life has finally arrived at this moment. Ziyi, you are truly my benefactor and my soulmate!"

"To be able to spend the last period of my life climbing high and looking at the distant mountains, sighing at the vastness of the world, and at the same time having my close friends and children by my side."

"Xiao Jing."Bai Ziyi turned to look at Wu Jing, smiled and nodded,"Grandpa is so happy!"

Seeing Wu Enfu's unrestrained smile, Wu Jing, who had been silent for the whole time, burst into tears at this moment.

She didn't know why she couldn't help it, but this scene really touched the softest part of her heart.

A What a blessing it is for a person to be able to live for himself all his life.

But there are so many rich people in this world, and how many of them have grandfathers who live so freely and freely?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Wu Enfu looked up to the sky and laughed again, but this time, he was extremely happy and sad.

It seemed that he suddenly couldn't keep up with his mood. After Wu Enfu's laughter spread, he never took it back.

It seemed that his heart had stopped, and his body After a moment of stasis, he fell directly to the ground.

Bai Ziyi had already anticipated this moment, and reached out to help the old man.

He looked in front of his nose, and there was no more breath.

"grandfather!"

Wu Jing finally couldn't help it and ran forward.

In the distance, other family members also appeared immediately.

There were also people calling them dad and uncle.

In fact, other members of Wu Enfu's family had already been here, but , they were so engrossed in watching Wu Enfu painting that they were so happy that they didn’t come up to disturb him.

Maybe as the old man said, none of them, sons and daughters, knew him better than Bai Ziyi, an outsider. They started to think of causing trouble for Bai Ziyi. He also disappeared without a trace.

Everyone gathered around, and Bai Ziyi handed the old man to them and whispered:"The old man's time has come. Take him back and deal with his funeral properly. He deserves the respect of each of us."

Everyone nodded and looked at Bai Ziyi sincerely:"Thank you."

"Thank you for allowing my father to fulfill his wish at the last minute, thank you!"

Bai Ziyi nodded and accepted the thank you.

Finally he waved his hand and said:"You guys go."

Wu Jing looked at him doubtfully:"You're not coming with us?"

Bai Ziyi pointed to the scroll not far away. It was ten meters long and had the last meter left.

"I have to finish this painting. You go first. I will definitely be there at the old man's funeral."

Everyone nodded. The only one who can inherit the old man's legacy is Bai Ziyi. The only one who can finish the painting on the old man's behalf is Bai Ziyi.

Without saying anything, everyone gradually carried the old man's body away.

As for Bai Ziyi, Taking over Wu Enfu's brush, he took advantage of the mood at the moment and painted the last meter without stopping.

Finally, on the top of the scroll, he vigorously wrote three words: Picture of Mountains and Rivers. He took out the morning breakfast from his arms. He got the personal seal from Wu Enfu and stamped it: Wu Enfu!

It was four o'clock in the afternoon when the painting was finished. After putting away the scroll, Bai Ziyi did not go back to see the old man, and went straight to the Capital Museum.

……

In the museum collection office, Li Yihan is staying in the office. She is just an ordinary employee of the museum office.

Usually I only deal with some administrative work in the museum, recording files, cashiering of collections, etc.

It was quite free today. She was sitting at her workstation playing with her mobile phone.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door

"Please come in."She said politely.

Putting down her phone, she looked at the door. At first glance, she thought the man who came in was so handsome.

However, his expression was serious and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Hello sir. She said sweetly,"May I help you with anything?"

Bai Ziyi put the framed scroll on his desk and said,"I'm here to donate a collection.""

According to Wu Enfu's intention, he wanted to donate this painting to the Capital Museum after his death.

Wu Enfu is a master of traditional Chinese painting. Just with this title, each painting is worth 20 million.

But the things in the museum are more valuable than The meaning of collection.

Li Yihan said doubtfully:"What do you want to donate, sir?""

"Mr. Wu Enfu’s posthumous work, I just acted according to his words."

Having been working in a museum, Li Yihan has a lot of exposure to art and history. Of course she knows who Wu Enfu is, and she also knows the value of his paintings.

Just:"Posthumous work?"

"Um. Bai Ziyi didn't say clearly,"The painting is here, you can give it to your superior.""

After that, he turned around and left.

Seeing this, Li Yihan was very surprised.

"Sir, won't you go to the curator's place with me? Donors will receive a small reward."

"Need not! Bai Ziyi said,"The things belong to Mr. Wu. I'm just helping Mr. Wu do things. You just do it.""

After saying this, Bai Ziyi had already walked away.

And Li Yihan looked strange. He had never seen such a donor before.

When Bai Ziyi walked away, he hurried out of the door and ran all the way to the curator's office.

This Along the way, I was panicking and running all the way.

When I passed a corner, I bumped into someone and the scroll in my hand fell to the ground.

But the scroll had been framed and it would not cause any damage to the painting. Hurt.

She quickly picked it up and apologized to the person who was hit.

"Professor Zhou is sorry."

Zhou Changshan is a visiting professor at the Capital Museum and a master of appreciation of art collections. He himself is also a first-class calligrapher and painter. The Capital Museum spends a lot of money to hire him, and he has a high status in the appreciation circle. He is highly respected, knowledgeable, and does not put on airs.

Even if He was hit by the reckless Li Yihan, but still had a calm attitude

"Xiao Li, where are you running in a panic?"

"Professor, a young man suddenly came to the office and asked to donate a painting. He said it was the last work of Mr. Wu Enfu. I was walking to the curator."

"Mr. Wu? Zhou Changshan was surprised,"Is Mr. Wu deceased?""

"This is what the young man who came to donate the painting said."Li Yihan can only tell the truth.

"Open it quickly and take a look."Zhou Changshan couldn't wait. Anyway, all the collections must be appraised before entering the museum. He just advanced the process.

Knowing Zhou Changshan's status in the museum, Li Yihan did not dare to neglect.

In the corridor of the museum, the two people opened the mountain and river map together.

And only At one glance, Zhou Changshan was astonished...