The distance from 'Lanyufeng' to 'Tan Yuan' is only one kilometer, close to the villa area, the road is wide, there are few cars, and the speed is very fast.

In the blink of an eye, it's here.

The European-style door opens, revealing a street-like highway inside.

The road is winding, with lush greenery on both sides. In this season, it is also full of flowers.

The car slowed down and Yan Wangshu controlled the steering wheel with his slender fingers: "Do you like it here?"

"...good."

"I don't like it," he said to himself.

How could it be her turn not to like it? Wen Ran added: "It's very big here. If it's not convenient to walk, and there are so few people, it looks a bit scary."

Yan Wangshu nodded slightly, as if he agreed with her statement.

After two seconds, he said: "It will be better during the day."

"……oh."

The car turned east and west until it arrived in front of a small foreign-style building and exited the parking lot from the side.

There were several luxury cars parked in the parking lot, but Yan Wangshu went around the road and went down to another level, and then parked the car. There were still several luxury cars parked on this level.

Wen Ran got off the car and got into the elevator, arriving at the lobby on the first floor.

From the living room with tall windows, you can see the small yard outside, and beyond are the overlapping green shades, and you can't see other houses.

Yan Wangshu suddenly answered a phone call and communicated with the person on the other side of the phone in French.

Wen Ran was a little at a loss and could only stand there and look around.

Suddenly, a big warm hand touched her back.

Yan Wangshu moved the phone away and whispered: "You can go anywhere."

"Can I go to your collection room alone?"

Yan Wangshu pointed to the elevator: "Second floor, turn right, the last room."

Wen Ran nodded politely and took the elevator to the second floor.

Turn right after exiting the elevator. There is a striking landscape painting hanging in the corridor. Walk along it to the end.

Opening the door, the room is decorated like a study room.

There is a long huanghuali wood table, a huanghuali wood chair, and a tea stool next to it.

This study is obviously not used very much and is too simple.

Wen Ran walked inside and saw a wall of display racks with traditional handicrafts on them.

There are wood-carved Guanyin, cloisonne tripod, jade-carved coral and filigree-inlaid handicrafts on the display rack.

They are all priceless things.

Yan Wangshu must be a fan of filigree crafts. Two vertical rows to the right display filigree plates, filigree Fulu, filigree jade Ruyi...

The golden color and warm lighting make it hard to blink your eyes.

Wen Ran glanced around, her heart thudded, and finally saw the filigree incense box.

Unable to restrain her impulse, she opened the partition and reached in.

But I didn't encounter it.

She grabbed it with her fingers in the air and then took it back.

After all, you should ask the owner for instructions.

Wen Ran closed the partition and counted the gems on the lid of the incense box with great interest. Six green pine and twelve rubies were the same as in his memory.

After looking at it for a while, Wen Ran looked away.

Because other handicrafts are also worth appreciating.

In the second grid from the top, a three-dimensional phoenix is ​​placed.

The golden wings spread out and the chest is raised, and the feet are on the auspicious clouds. The whole body is made of the tired silk method, which is exquisite and exquisite.

Nowadays, very few people know how to make silk threads, and some people even claim that this craft has been lost.

Therefore, Wen Ran speculated that this phoenix made of tired silk should be an antique.

But looking at the color, they don't look alike.

Wen Ran turned on her phone and took two photos.

Suddenly there was a slight, crisp sound of glass collision.

Wen Ran turned his head and saw Yan Wangshu coming in.

He held two goblets between the fingers of his left hand, and that was how the clear sound of the glass clinking came from.

He also held a decanter with a slanted handle in his right hand. The red liquid in the decanter hit the wall as he moved around, causing burgundy flowers to appear before falling down again.

Yan Wangshu put the things on the desk and poured wine: "Drink some."

"Thank you." Wen Ran thanked him and pointed to the filigree incense box, "Mr. Yan, can I take it out and take a look?"

The red wine hung on the wall of the glass and fell. Yan Wangshu turned his head and said, "Of course."

Wen Ran's eyes curled up unconsciously, she walked over and stretched out her hand: "Please give me a pair of gloves."

Yan Wangshu walked around the desk, bent down and took out a pair of gloves.

Wen Ran stood in front of the desk, put her phone on the table, put on her gloves, turned around and walked to the display shelf, and carefully took out the filigree incense box.

Although the ridged touch on it was weakened through the gloves, Wen Ran's heartbeat still accelerated and she felt the same familiar feeling as when she was a child.

It was the feeling that grandpa was still by her side.

But she knew that this didn't belong to her yet.

Wen Ran lightly swept the box with his fingertips, and his voice was trembling: "Mr. Yan, where did you get this incense box?"

"I don't remember." Yan Wangshu fixed his eyes on her slender neck, raised his head and took a sip of wine, his Adam's apple sliding up and down as he swallowed, "Are you nervous?"

"Afraid of breaking it." Wen Ran turned to look at Yan Wangshu and smiled softly.

Yan Wangshu felt his heart sink for a moment, and then he thought about it, it should be called being distracted.

Wen Ran didn't look at him any longer, and turned the incense box around: "The repair here is very good."

"Can you tell it's repaired?"

In fact, the repair technology was so good that it was almost unnoticeable, but Wen Ran knew that a thread had been ground there, so he noticed it.

Wen Ran turned to look at Yan Wangshu, looking humble and showing kindness: "I can only see a little bit."

Yan Wangshu: "Do you like traditional crafts?"

Wen Ran nodded: "I like it."

"Very good." He agreed.

Wen Ran admired it for a while, and her mood calmed down a little. She carefully put the incense box back to its place.

After closing the partition, Wen Ran turned his head, raised his hand and pointed upward, his eyes clear and bright: "Can I take a look at that phoenix?"

Yan Wangshu put his lips against the goblet and nodded.

Wen Ran raised his head and glanced at Phoenix, then looked at Yan Wangshu.

He sat on the huanghuali wooden chair, leisurely shaking the goblet in his hand, making a circle of ripples, with no intention of moving.

As if waiting for something...

Wen Ran could only ask for help: "Can you get it for me?"

She raised her hand to indicate: "It's too high."

Yan Wangshu looked at her for two seconds, with a faint smile on his lips. He raised his head slightly and drank the wine in the glass, then stood up and walked over.

His eyes were sharp, showing an unknown sense of oppression.

When he approached, Wen Ran actually held his breath and took a step back.

Yan Wangshu stood facing Wen Ran, the distance was too close. Wen Ran could smell the faint smell of cedar on his body, and could also see the muscle lines wrapped in his clothes when he raised his hands.

Wen Ran hurriedly looked away, and just as he was about to turn around, a sentence fell on his head.

"this?"

Wen Ran didn't look up, her eyes dropped to his toes: "Yeah."

The next second, a golden filigree dish fell into Wen Ran's eyes.

Wen Ran froze for a moment, then raised his head and frowned: "It's Phoenix!"

She clearly said it was Phoenix.

As soon as the words came out, Wen Ran realized that his attitude had unintentionally become bad, and he was thinking of what to say to make up for it.
To be continued...