His son!
Chen Nan was shocked. No wonder the old man looked so much like the man in the painting. They were father and son.
"Grandpa, do you know where he is now?" Chen Nan asked.
"I was just about to ask you that! Your friend who drew this painting, does he know him? "Lan Qingfeng looked at Chen Nan expectantly.
"My friend has only seen him once. He doesn't know him." Chen Nan was a little disappointed. He looked at the old man and asked, "He is your son. Don't you know where he is?"
Hearing Chen Nan's words, the old man sat back down in his chair, disappointed.
"I don't know where he is either." Staring at the painting in his hand, the old man said after a while, "This child loved martial arts since he was young. He visited many famous masters and learned martial arts. However, when he was twenty, he got into a fight due to his bad temper and accidentally killed someone. When he came home, I scolded him. He ran away from home in a fit of anger. Coupled with the police's pursuit, he has not been home for twenty-five years. If your friend had not seen him, I would have thought that he was dead! "
Chen Nan nodded. He stood aside and did not say anything. He felt sorry for the old man.
He was still alive, but he did not come home for twenty-five years. This Lan Feihu was really heartless.
Looking at Chen Nan, the old man asked curiously, "Oh yeah, why did your friend draw his portrait?"
"It's like this. Uncle Feihu saved my friend in the past, so my friend wanted to thank him. Unfortunately, she couldn't find him."
Chen Nan did not tell the truth. It was not that he wanted to lie to the old man, but the old man was already very sad that Lan Feihu had not come home for twenty-five years. If he knew that Lan Feihu had hurt someone and snatched the painting, it would undoubtedly be a psychological blow to the old man.
As expected, the old man smiled when he heard Chen Nan say that Lan Feihu had done a good deed and saved someone. "It seems that this bastard still has a conscience."
Chen Nan smiled and comforted him. He also promised the old man that if he found Lan Feihu in the future, he would bring him back to meet him.
...
Half an hour later, Chen Nan got up and left.
After Lan Yuqin saw him out, she said with a serious face, "Chen Nan, thank you so much this time."
"Really?" Chen Nan asked with a smile.
Lan Yuqin glared at him. "Nonsense, do I look like I'm joking?"
Chen Nan shrugged. "How would I know if you're joking? Anyway, you've never been right. "
"Forget it, I won't thank you!" Lan Yuqin said snappily.
"If you don't need to thank me, then don't thank me. Why would I care about you? You don't have any sincerity at all."
Lan Yuqin grabbed him and said, "Speak clearly. Who's not sincere? I clearly said it so seriously, but you bastard didn't appreciate it! "
Chen Nan shook his body and broke free. Without another word, he strode toward the car.
Feeling that she was being ignored, Lan Yuqin stomped her feet and was about to chase after him, but Chen Nan waved his hand and said, "Teacher, don't go. Even if you can see me off for a thousand miles, you still have to part in the end. We're not a passionate couple. You don't have to send me off eighteen times, right?"
Passionate couple?
Lan Yuqin was stunned. "You bastard, you're taking advantage of me again!"
Lan Yuqin shouted and chased after him. However, Chen Nan had already gotten into the car. He stepped on the gas pedal, and suddenly there was a thunderous sound from the silencer. Black smoke came out as if a hut was burning. Lan Yuqin covered her mouth and coughed.
"You're still driving such a lousy car. Don't you know that it's polluting the environment? You're so rude!" Lan Yuqin covered her mouth and hurried out of the smoke.
When Chen Nan drove out of the residential area, Su Qingqing called him.
"Idiot, where did you go last night? Why aren't you back yet? "
Hearing Su Qingqing's roaring voice, Chen Nan subconsciously moved his phone away. "I had something to do outside. What's wrong? Why are you calling? "
"Come back quickly. I'm bored to death at home alone."
Chen Nan was stunned. "You're home alone? Where did Tiantian go? "
"She went home to see her parents." Su Qingqing said gloomily, "Don't worry about that. Come back quickly. I've made an appointment with Jiang Xiaomi to go racing later. You'll come with me."
Jiang Xiaomi?
Chen Nan asked, "Jiang Xiaomi, that crazy person?"
"Who else could it be? Come back quickly. I'll cook and wait for you at home. I'll let you have a taste of my cooking later." Su Qingqing said proudly and hung up the phone.
Chen Nan was still a little confused. He was really puzzled. Did Su Qingqing know how to cook?
"Damn it. Don't make it inedible!"
Chen Nan muttered. Then, he stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly home.
Ten minutes later, Chen Nan arrived home. However, the moment he walked into the living room, he was completely dumbfounded.
The living room was filled with black smoke, like a fairyland in the clouds. Unfortunately, in this fairyland, there was a strong smell of oil and smoke.
He looked at the kitchen and heard the sound of "Pi Pi Pa Pa". From time to time, Su Qingqing's coughs could be heard. The thick smoke came from there. Those who didn't know would think that there was a war inside.
Su Qingqing was probably the only one who could make such a big noise when cooking …
"She's coughing so badly. Will this damn girl choke to death?"
Chen Nan rushed into the kitchen hurriedly. However, the moment he entered the kitchen, he was shocked again.
In the endless smoke, Su Qingqing's face was as black as a turtle's. She was sweating profusely. She was holding a spatula and hitting the pot non-stop, making crackling sounds like a blacksmith hammering iron.
Chen Nan rushed over and hurriedly turned off the liquefied gas. Then, he turned on the kitchen hood and pulled Su Qingqing out of the kitchen. "My lady, what are you doing?"
Su Qingqing's face was black. She reached out and wiped her face. Then, she looked at Chen Nan bitterly. "Stupid guy, why are you pulling me? I'm cooking! "
"Why don't you turn on the kitchen hood when you're cooking?"
Looking at her face that was even darker than Mr. Bao's, Chen Nan couldn't help but laugh. "You're not burning firewood. How did your face become like a little kitten's?"
"You're the little kitten!" Su Qingqing muttered unhappily. She wiped her face a few times and patted her chest with lingering fear. "I was scared to death just now. I was cooking and the oil in the pot caught fire."
"That's why your face is black." Chen Nan took a mirror and handed it to her. He teased her. "You don't believe me when I say you're a little kitten. Take a closer look. You can play Mr. Bao in men's clothes. You don't even need to put on makeup."
"Am I that black …" Su Qingqing muttered. She took the mirror and looked at it. Suddenly, she screamed, jumped up, and hurriedly ran to the bathroom. "Oh no, oh no. How did I become like this? Can I still wash it off?"
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