What is he regretting? Didn't you hit her to hear it
Song Yaoyao was also helpless, in order to dispel Huo Yunque's thought, she quickly changed the subject.
"Brother, why are there so many antiques in the Huo family?"
"How much?" Huo Yunque glanced over, "There were more back then, donate part of it."
Song Yaoyao: "..."
Forget it, she doesn't want to ask.
At first, Song Yaoyao was shocked and somewhat interested. But the more I watched it, the more I lost my sense of it.
I can understand Huo Yunque's mood, sitting on so many treasures, but seeing a lot, it is a bit boring after all.
Before coming, Song Yaoyao was worried about what birthday gift she should give Mr. Shen. After coming, she was even more worried—
Huo Yunque casually took out a blue and white porcelain vase from the glass cabinet, "Just this one."
"Eh?" Song Yaoyao was taken aback.
"Gift," Huo Yunque said concisely, he looked at Song Yaoyao again, and took another one out of the cabinet.
"It's just right, let's make a pair, and we will give it to you."
He hooked his lips, the blue and white porcelain vase was a pair, and he and Song Yaoyao were also a pair.
Is there anything wrong
Song Yaoyao also felt that there was nothing wrong, but after thinking about it, she still didn't accept it.
These things are precious, but for these families with deep heritage, they are not particularly rare things.
Song Yaoyao hoped that the gift she gave would be something that Mr. Shen would also like.
In the end, the pair of blue and white porcelain vases had to be taken care of and taken out.
After figuring it out, Song Yaoyao lost her impetuousness before, and could calm down and appreciate these treasures.
Those porcelains are well preserved, and of course some have been dilapidated, but they are still collected. Song Yaoyao saw the ancient bronzes, which were covered with a dusty color.
She can even imagine how soldiers in ancient times used it to defend their home and country.
People will disappear, but these things will not.
They can't speak, but they have witnessed history. The long river of history has left traces on them.
Thick and full of stories.
The girl's white fingers flicked across the shelf, and the light and shadow cast on her delicate face. There was something quaint, mixed with logs in the air.
Huo Yunque looked sideways, and his gaze stopped.
The corners of the lips are slightly raised, calm but gentle.
Going back the same way, Song Yaoyao's eyes suddenly fell on a certain glass cabinet, on the shelf of the human body.
Like the human bodies in countless jewelry counters, on the black flannel are pearl garments strung together with huge round pearls.
Smaller pearls are made into tassels, which shimmer with a warm and moist light under the light.
"It's so beautiful..." She raised her little head and murmured involuntarily.
The most rare thing is that none of those pearls are flawed. It is light purple, round and full, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.
Compared with jewelry, Song Yaoyao prefers jade and pearls from her own country.
This kind of jewelry is very gentle at first sight.
Huo Yunque followed the prestige, and when his eyes came into contact with the pearl dress, they became dim for an instant.
Relying on his height advantage, he took off the 'accessory' with his own hands, his thin lips curled up, "It's very beautiful—"
"Huh? Brother?"
Song Yaoyao turned her head, looked at the pearl dress that had appeared in Huo Yunque's hands, and blinked, "Why..."
Huo Yunque looked at her, looking serious, "It looks good."
"Eh-"
Song Yaoyao was stunned, and the man had already walked a long way when he recovered.