Chapter 456 Picasso is my favorite painter

Huang Tianyi looked so anxious that she wanted to slap her thigh, so I silently moved my legs away from her.

"Then you should know her age and birthday." Huang Tianyi still didn't give up.

Aragorn acted like a gentleman, “It is impolite to ask a lady’s age. My love for her has nothing to do with her age. As long as she is of age, I can love her.

As for birthdays..."

He recalled: “I was with her for over eight months, and she didn’t have a birthday from early April until just before Christmas, so her birthday would have been between January and March.

And I know her last name is Yang."

After saying this, he was a bit smug and said smartly, "Doesn't this narrow the scope a lot? The last name is Yang, born between January and March, and very beautiful."

We looked at him speechlessly. Xiao Shiqiu, who never liked to meddle in other people's affairs, couldn't help but speak up, "Mr. Ambassador, the number of people with the surname Yang in our country is probably greater than the total population of your country.

S City is the most populous city in the country, so the chances of finding it this way are slim."

Xiao Shiqiu's words silenced the ambassador. Twenty years ago, mobile phones were not so popular, and it was easy to lose contact when moving to another city.

Elder Tang sighed for a moment, then suddenly said, "Mr. Ambassador, have you ever thought of looking elsewhere? I remember that pregnant woman had a Southern Province accent, not from S City."

Aragorn looked bewildered, "I can't tell the difference between Chinese accents."

We suddenly realized that the girl was not a native of S City. She was young and alone in another place. She got pregnant before marriage and had no one to take care of her. Going back to her hometown to give birth and recuperate after the baby is something that any normal Chinese person would think of.

But this uncle Aragon is neither a normal person nor a Chinese, so he naturally cannot think of this logic.

As a stubborn love-brained person, I will persist for decades and keep looking for her in the city where I first met her.

The girl probably went back to her hometown to give birth to a child, so Aragon had been looking for a lonely place in S City for these years.

I really don’t know whose IQ the baby will inherit.

Mr. Tang looked at the infatuated ambassador with sympathy. "Do you have a photo of that girl? I'll have someone look for her for you."

Aragon was a little embarrassed. "I left in such a hurry that year that I didn't even take my camera, let alone photos."

He immediately added affectionately, "I engraved her smile in my heart. Later I painted a portrait of her from memory."

“Do you have a photo of your portrait? Could you show it to us?

Maybe posting a missing person notice online would be effective." Tang Yuye offered enthusiastic advice.

"Yes, I have photos on my phone." Aragon pulled out the photos and showed them to us. Huang Tianyi leaned over to take a look curiously and suddenly fell silent.

Looking at her, my heart skipped a beat and I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Do you really know her?"

She said in a cryptic way, "See for yourself."

I craned my neck to get a closer look. Holy crap! Is this ambassador the reincarnation of Picasso? His abstract style is nailed!

The whole painting is colorful and bright, and with the misplaced facial features and exaggerated lines, it makes the face look completely unrecognizable.

I laughed dryly and said, "Mr. Ambassador, your painting skills are comparable to Picasso's."

Aragon nodded modestly: "Mr. Picasso is the pride of our country and one of my favorite painters. He has always been my idol."