"Yeah." Qiao Nian looked around and didn't see anyone in the living room. A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.
Gu San seemed to see through her confusion and said with a smile, "Master Wang, Master Jiang and the young master are in the kitchen cooking noodles for you. The longevity noodles are only delicious when they are cooked and eaten right away. They are still cooking, so you may have to wait a little longer."
The first time Qiao Nianti heard about longevity noodles, he said "oh", went downstairs, took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and gulped down two gulps.
Gu San came over and handed her something.
"Miss Qiao, after you left, the waiter at Shuixiexuan said that an old man left something with them, saying it was a birthday present for you. Because they couldn't find you, they asked them to give it to you. I think that thing is some kind of musical instrument."
When Qiao Nian heard this, her brows knitted together. She then remembered that she was so busy settling accounts with Qiao Chen that she forgot she had an appointment with someone else.
This time he has been stood up.
Qiao Nian had a headache and asked him, "Where are the things?"
Gu San nodded and said, "Living room. Wang Ye said you would definitely look for that gift when you woke up, so I brought it back."
"Do you want to see it?"
As he spoke, he quickly found the thing and handed it to Qiao Nian, saying with emotion: "I originally thought this thing was a harp, but later I heard from Wang Ye that it was not a harp, but some kind of classical instrument in China. What's it called..."
Those two words were quite complicated and he had forgotten them.
Qiao Nian looked at what he brought. The brown wood grain was simple and low-key, and it had a semi-circular design that looked very similar to a Western harp.
But if you look closely you can see subtle differences between the two.
Compared to the harp, this peculiar instrument has a few fewer chords, and unlike the Western harp, the body of this instrument is made entirely of wood grain, with a longer tail, and the burnt yellow wood grain looks like a section of it has been burnt.
Qiao Nian brought the item over, her voice a little hoarse: "Konghou."
When she said that, Gu San clapped his hands suddenly and remembered: "Yes, yes, it is the konghou. Wang Ye also said that this is the konghou!" He looked at the calm girl in confusion and asked curiously: "Ms. Qiao, can you play this?"
Since it's a birthday present, it's impossible to give something that can only be looked at but not used.
But he remembered that few people in China could play the konghou.
Qiao Nian had already seen a small ancient Chinese character carved with a knife at the tail of the zither - Nie.
She walked towards the sofa with the things in her hand and mumbled casually, "...a little bit."
Gu Santing asked curiously, "Is this piano very expensive?"
Qiao Nian was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect him to ask this question. Her raven-black eyelashes drooped a little as if she was thinking.
Finally came to the conclusion: "It's OK, not particularly expensive."
The price of a single wheel of this quality phoenix-tail konghou may be in seven figures.
But if you add the additional value, such as the word "Nie" written at the end, it would probably take eight digits.
Eight figures is neither cheap nor expensive for her.
Gu San misunderstood. Seeing how calm she was, and then looking at the tail of the guitar which looked like it was burnt, he instinctively thought it was a few hundred yuan. He couldn't help but sigh, "...It seems that the bigger the item, the more valuable it is."
This instrument looks so big, but it turns out that it is not as expensive as an erhu.
The person who gave the gift was really stingy. He gave something that was so hard to hold, but it only cost a few hundred dollars!
As soon as Qiao Nian saw his expression, she knew that the price he had in mind must be different from what she had said. Just as she was about to explain, someone from the kitchen came out.
(End of this chapter)