The black car parked slowly outside a courtyard. The courtyard was a few years old. The roses that bloomed in May covered the cyan stone walls.
The assistant got down from the passenger seat, opened the rear door, and the people in the car stepped on the ground with long legs, dressed in suits and leather shoes, shiny leather shoes, all dressed up, and the watch on their wrist alone is enough to make ordinary people struggle for a lifetime.
As a man, he was obviously successful. He looked no more than thirty-five or sixteen years old. He was tall and straight, with a handsome face, and the words "winners in life" were written all over his body.
"This is it?" Xing Yan raised his eyelids and looked at the courtyard in front of him.
Being able to keep quiet in the hustle and bustle of today's urban area and keep such a small yard, the Shen family does have some heritage.
Unfortunately, only the background remains.
He remembered something, and shook his head regretfully, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, this is Old Shen's residence." Assistant Xiao Lin replied.
Xing Yan raised his chin, "Go knock on the door."
Xiaolin clicked the ancient copper ring on the wooden door, and was waiting for someone to open it when a melodious music suddenly came from the courtyard.
The melody is lingering, one after another, endlessly, with a sweet and peaceful sadness.
"Canon..." Kobayashi muttered.
"What?" Xing Yan raised his brows.
Kobayashi hurriedly said, "This violin piece is Pachelbel's Canon in D major."
Xing Yan laughed, "Can't you see that you are still a cultural person?"
Kobayashi said embarrassedly, "This song is quite popular—"
Just at this moment, there was a creak, and the courtyard door opened. He stopped his mouth and explained his identity to the people inside the door.
After the courtyard door was opened, the sound of the music became clearer and clearer. It seemed that the person playing was in the courtyard. Xing Yan glanced boredly, but did not notice where the person was.
It was a nanny who came to open the door. Hearing the intention, he asked them to wait a moment and hurried into the house to spread the word.
"Mr. Xing, Elder Shen is taking a lunch break, so we have to wait a bit." Xiao Lin explained, fearing that he would be impatient.
"It's alright," Xing Yan didn't care much, "A literate person, there are always more rules than others."
The two of them waited outside the courtyard accompanied by the continuous violin music. The music only lasted for a few minutes and stopped after a while. The ears were suddenly empty, which made people uncomfortable, but fortunately, the nanny came quickly to invite them in.
The Shen family's yard is not too big, a winding cobblestone path leads from the door to the main house, and there are many flowers and trees on both sides of the path.
From the corner of Xing Yan's eyes, he saw a woman sitting on the balcony of a small building on the side, surrounded by roses, with her back to the courtyard, she couldn't see her face clearly, only vaguely could see the long loose and rolled up hair, and a fair and slender back. Neck, she was wiping a violin in her hand, obviously the person who played the tune just now.
The image just flashed by, Xing Yan strode into the main room.
This visit to the Shen family is only because in two months, it will be the 65th birthday of the family's old mother. He collected a small pink and green square pot as a birthday gift from elsewhere. It is said that it belongs to the official kiln of the Song Dynasty, but he is not sure. , bring it and ask old man Shen to give it a hand.
At this time, on the balcony of the small building, the woman who wiped the violin and cleaned the rosin was naturally Jiang Rui, and Xing Yan was the target of her trip.
The identity she has exchanged in this world is Shen Chuyin, the only granddaughter of the Shen family.
The Shen family is not a wealthy family, but it is a scholarly family. There have been several scholars in the ancestors, and all the descendants are scholars and scholars. Shen Lao once taught in the university's Faculty of Letters in his early years. Although he has retired in recent years, he has not been neglected in front of the door. Because of his knowledge and unique vision, he has a lot of research on antiques and cultural relics. People often come to visit with the same purpose as Xing Yan. .
Shen Chuyin's father passed away early, her mother remarried, and she grew up with her grandparents since she was a child, and she only loved music, and was raised to be a bit unreasonable. A few months ago, she dated a cellist in the orchestra, and she took it seriously, but she was just for fun, and broke up with her in less than three months on the grounds that she was boring.
Shen Chuyin was confused and accidentally drove into the river at night. Because no one noticed, he quickly lost his life.
Her wish was that Jiang Rui could replace her and support her grandfather and grandmother, but she did not mention the cellist.
Jiang Rui finished wiping the body of the piano, put the towel aside, picked up the bow and tried the notes a few times before continuing to practice the next piece.
In the main room, Old Shen put up his reading glasses and used a magnifying glass to look back and forth at the small square pot that Xing Yan had brought under the lamp. This is an imitation of the Song Dynasty official kiln during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty, and it is not the real product."
Xiao Lin's heart tightened, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at his boss's face.
Xing Yan's expression didn't change, he picked up the small square pot and looked at it, and then threw it into the box he brought.
Old Shen was taken aback, grabbed the lower pot with a neatness that should not be at his age, and said with a stern eye, "Although it is an imitation, it is clear that the value of the imitation during the Chenghua era was not much lower than the real one, if you don't want it, don't waste it. !"
Xing Yan didn't expect that his random actions could cause such a big reaction from old Shen. He didn't know how to do it. He only heard that it was not the real product, and he took it for granted that it was a worthless fake. He immediately wanted to smash it. Who would have expected this old man to speak slowly Tun Tun, and only say half.
Old Shen held the small square pot like a baby, carefully put it into the box, and finally looked at it, then sighed, shook his head slowly, and said, "The old man lacks energy and can't keep guests, so I neglect the two of you."
This meant that he wanted to see off a guest, and Xing Yan gave Xiao Lin a wink.
Xiaolin immediately understood, and respectfully handed a check, "A little trivial, no respect, I hope the old gentleman will accept it with a smile."
Old Shen didn't look at the check, and nodded coldly.
"Excuse me today, I'm sorry." Xing Yan stood up and said politely, turned and walked out, Xiao Lin hurriedly followed with the box.
When they were far away, the old man Shen put the check in the drawer, glanced at the amount on it at random, saw a string of zeros behind him, frowned, opened his mouth to ask the nanny to stop the person, and gave up after thinking about it, only to shake it again. Shaking his head, "This criminal..."
He didn't say what he said later. After all, talking about people behind his back is not what a gentleman does.
In fact, even if he uttered the words "rich and wealthy" in front of Xing Yan, he would not feel offended because he was indeed wealthy and wealthy, and he was never prepared to hide it.
Although the Xing family is a well-known family in Lincheng, the real fortune is only a matter of these two generations. The wealthy time is short, and there is no background. In the eyes of those who have inherited the family for more than 100 years, the real upper class family, their family Is the upstart.
Xing Yan's evaluation of others is very clear, and he also admits that he is a nouveau riche, but even so, those so-called upper-class portals with eyes above the top, when they see him, they should not be polite, and even rush to flatter.
No reason, just because he is rich, richer than others, he can do whatever he wants.
He stepped out of the main room and heard the sound of the violin again. He raised his head and glanced at the balcony. Because of the angle, this time he finally saw half of his face that was slightly drooping, and asked Xiao Lin casually, "Who is that?"
Xiao Lin thought for a while and said, "It should be Mr. Shen's granddaughter."
The people on the balcony probably also saw two strangers coming to the house, put down the violin, and glanced here, with a cold face, with a reserved look in the cold.
"Yo, literate cold beauty." Xing Yan whistled in his heart.
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