She looked into the store again.
In the previous life, since Song Xuan got married, his wife often sat beside him, watched his appraisal, and then listened carefully to his explanation of the knowledge about antiques. The two of them looked harmonious and enviable .
At least Yang Zimei in the previous life was very envious of his wife being able to marry such a good husband.
Now there is no sign of his wife, and she looked at his face and found that he was actually single, which showed that he was unmarried and had no children.
what happened? Had his destiny changed too
She stood in line at the back and waited for about nine people before it was her turn.
When Song Xuan saw a white porcelain-like, slender and delicate hand stretched out in front of him, without a trace of blemish, he was slightly stunned. He had a premonition, and hurriedly raised his head, and saw a white dress with an extremely delicate face and lips. A girl of about fifteen years old with a full smile stood in front of him slim and graceful. His heart seemed to be stimulated. It first paused and then beat violently.
is her! It's really her!
From the little cinnabar between her eyebrows, he clearly recognized her.
Although she looks a bit different from when she was a child, the look on her brows and the agility in her pupils are something that others cannot have.
He who was always calm and at ease was no longer calm, his quiet eyes lit up waves of ecstasy, which almost swept Yang Zimei over.
"Zimei, you're here!" He suppressed his excitement, and his tone was low and low, as if he was asking a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.
Hearing his words, Yang Zimei felt warm and moved in his heart.
He really remembered himself and recognized himself at a glance!
"I'm sorry, I missed the appointment for ten years." She said guiltily.
"It's good if you can come!" Song Xuan stood up, and clasped his fists at the people who were still waiting in line for appraisal, "Everyone, I'm sorry, I have a distinguished guest, and today's appraisal is up to now, please come back tomorrow .”
The people in the queue at the back looked disappointed, even if they wanted to scold, they could only slander in their hearts.
Before he did the appraisal for himself, it would be impossible to offend others. If he went to other places for appraisal, firstly, the cost would be high, and secondly, the appraisal level might not be as high as Song Xuan's.
Only to leave unhappily.
"Zimei, sit on the second floor." Song Xuan ordered his clerk to pack up his things, and took Yang Zimei up to the second floor.
The furnishings on the second floor are antique, the furniture is quaint mahogany furniture, a few orchids are planted, and the tea set on the coffee table is high-quality purple sand.
Yang Zimei looked around, and found that most of the objects in his place were materialistic, even the pen holder with the writing brush in it was an antique.
What a rich man!
Yang Zimei sighed secretly in his heart.
Song Xuan asked her to sit down and made Kung Fu tea for her in a purple sand pot. The tea was Dahongpao.
He made the tea in one go, with a calm demeanor and elegant movements, which made Yang Zimei feel as if he was enjoying an art performance.
"Zimei, please drink tea."
Yang Zimei picked up the cup, and saw that the soup was orange-yellow and bright, with red and green leaves, and the aroma was rich and orchid-like. Just smelling it was enough to make people feel refreshed.
She took a mouthful lightly, and the warm touch on the tip of her tongue made her feel like she was in a room of orchids, with a fragrance on her teeth and cheeks.
Seeing her bowing her head sipping tea, Song Xuan thought of a word: beauty is like jade.