Chapter 52
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she looks at the store again.
In his last life, since Song Xuan got married, his wife often sat beside him to watch him identify them, and then listened to him explain his knowledge about antiques very carefully. They were enviable for their harmoniousness.
At least the last generation of Yang Zimei envied his wife to marry such a good husband.
Now he did not find his wife's figure, and she looked at his face and found that he was actually single, indicating that he was unmarried and childless.
What's going on? Has his destiny changed?
She stood at the back of the line, waiting for about nine people before her turn.
When song Xuan saw a slender and delicate hand like white porcelain, which had no trace of defects, reached in front of him. He was slightly stunned. He had a premonition of something. He looked up in a hurry and saw a girl of about 15 years old standing in front of him in a white dress with a beautiful face and a smile on his lips. His heart seemed to be stimulated And then they beat violently.
It's her! It's really her!
From the cinnabar between her eyebrows, he recognized her clearly.
Although it looks a little different from when I was a child, the look between the eyebrows and the flexibility of the eye pupil are not available to others.
Always calm and free, he was not calm, calm eyes lit up waves of ecstasy, almost swept Yang Zimei in the past.
"Zi Mei, here you are He repressed his excitement, and his tone was flat and low, as if he were inquiring about a friend he had just met after a long absence.
Listening to his words, Yang Zimei's heart also passed a trace of warmth and moved.
He really remembers himself and recognizes himself at a glance!
"I'm sorry, I missed my appointment for ten years." She felt guilty.
"I wish I could come!" Song Xuan stood up and clasped his fist at those who were waiting to line up for identification. "Everyone, I'm sorry, I have a distinguished guest. Today's appraisal is up to now. Please come back tomorrow."
Behind the line of people a face of disappointment, even if they want to scold, but also dare to in the heart.
Before he does not help himself to identify, offending others is no good. If he goes to other places for identification, on the one hand, the cost is not low; on the other hand, the appraisal level may not be as high as that of song Xuan.
Only reluctantly left.
"Zimei, sit on the second floor." Song Xuan told his shop assistant to tidy up his things and took Yang Zimei to the second floor.
The furnishings on the second floor are antique, the furniture is antique mahogany furniture, planted with a few plates of orchids, the tea set on the tea table is the best purple sand.
Yang Zimei looked around and found that most of the objects he had here had the spirit of things. Even the pen holder with the brush was also antique.
What a rich man!
Yang Zimei sighed in his heart.
Song Xuan asked her to sit down and make kungfu tea for her in a purple clay pot. The tea was Dahongpao.
He made tea in a single breath. His expression was calm and his movements were elegant. Yang Zimei looked as if he was enjoying an art performance.
"Zimei, have tea, please."
Yang Zimei picked up the cup and saw that the soup was orange and bright, the leaves were red and green, and the aroma was fragrant with orchid. Just smelling it was enough to make people relaxed and happy.
She gently took a mouthful, the gentle touch on the tip of her tongue made her feel as if she were in the room of Zhilan.
Looking at her tea tasting, song Xuan thought of a word: beauty is like jade.
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she looks at the store again.
In his last life, since Song Xuan got married, his wife often sat beside him to watch him identify them, and then listened to him explain his knowledge about antiques very carefully. They were enviable for their harmoniousness.
At least the last generation of Yang Zimei envied his wife to marry such a good husband.
Now he did not find his wife's figure, and she looked at his face and found that he was actually single, indicating that he was unmarried and childless.
What's going on? Has his destiny changed?
She stood at the back of the line, waiting for about nine people before her turn.
When song Xuan saw a slender and delicate hand like white porcelain, which had no trace of defects, reached in front of him. He was slightly stunned. He had a premonition of something. He looked up in a hurry and saw a girl of about 15 years old standing in front of him in a white dress with a beautiful face and a smile on his lips. His heart seemed to be stimulated And then they beat violently.
It's her! It's really her!
From the cinnabar between her eyebrows, he recognized her clearly.
Although it looks a little different from when I was a child, the look between the eyebrows and the flexibility of the eye pupil are not available to others.
Always calm and free, he was not calm, calm eyes lit up waves of ecstasy, almost swept Yang Zimei in the past.
"Zi Mei, here you are He repressed his excitement, and his tone was flat and low, as if he were inquiring about a friend he had just met after a long absence.
Listening to his words, Yang Zimei's heart also passed a trace of warmth and moved.
He really remembers himself and recognizes himself at a glance!
"I'm sorry, I missed my appointment for ten years." She felt guilty.
"I wish I could come!" Song Xuan stood up and clasped his fist at those who were waiting to line up for identification. "Everyone, I'm sorry, I have a distinguished guest. Today's appraisal is up to now. Please come back tomorrow."
Behind the line of people a face of disappointment, even if they want to scold, but also dare to in the heart.
Before he does not help himself to identify, offending others is no good. If he goes to other places for identification, on the one hand, the cost is not low; on the other hand, the appraisal level may not be as high as that of song Xuan.
Only reluctantly left.
"Zimei, sit on the second floor." Song Xuan told his shop assistant to tidy up his things and took Yang Zimei to the second floor.
The furnishings on the second floor are antique, the furniture is antique mahogany furniture, planted with a few plates of orchids, the tea set on the tea table is the best purple sand.
Yang Zimei looked around and found that most of the objects he had here had the spirit of things. Even the pen holder with the brush was also antique.
What a rich man!
Yang Zimei sighed in his heart.
Song Xuan asked her to sit down and make kungfu tea for her in a purple clay pot. The tea was Dahongpao.
He made tea in a single breath. His expression was calm and his movements were elegant. Yang Zimei looked as if he was enjoying an art performance.
"Zimei, have tea, please."
Yang Zimei picked up the cup and saw that the soup was orange and bright, the leaves were red and green, and the aroma was fragrant with orchid. Just smelling it was enough to make people relaxed and happy.
She gently took a mouthful, the gentle touch on the tip of her tongue made her feel as if she were in the room of Zhilan.
Looking at her tea tasting, song Xuan thought of a word: beauty is like jade.
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