Qiao's private residence is very famous in Jincheng. It can be called a small museum. It is a place that every art lover and antique collector in Jincheng wants to visit.
It was a single-family house nestled among green trees in the central area of the city.
People who pass by Qiao's private residence on weekdays feel that this building is particularly quiet, mysterious and graceful.
I couldn't help but secretly guess that the people living there must be extraordinary.
The Qiao family is indeed extraordinary and an artistic family.
The owner of the family is also a well-known antique collector in the industry. Xia Rong also likes antique collecting and has a good relationship with the owner of Qiao family.
Usually, he would be invited by Patriarch Qiao from time to time to visit his private collection.
He had a deep understanding of the collection in Qiao's private residence, so he naturally knew how precious the collection was.
So, he reached out and declined Shi Wangyue's gift: "I didn't put the things carefully, so why do you need to come to apologize in person?"
What's more, after writing in the study for more than an hour, his anger had long dissipated.
Shi Wangyue lowered her head slightly, "I went to Qiao's house to select these items specifically to give to my grandpa. Thank you for taking care of Xiaoxiao for so many years."
"I have raised Xiaoxiao for so many years, and I have long regarded him as a family member." Xia Rong said with emotion.
"I know very little about Mr. Qiao's collection, and I don't pay much attention to art. I have few relatives and friends around me. Except for you and my eldest aunt, no one has the slightest interest in the art collection. If grandpa doesn't accept it, then
, I'm afraid I can only give it to my customers, but most of my customers are businessmen who only make money, so I'm afraid Mr. Qiao, who doesn't understand, kept it secretly."
Shi Wangyue's voice was gentle and low, and after speaking, he sighed deeply.
The long ending is full of regret, which makes people feel uncomfortable listening to it.
Not to mention, the meaning behind his words.
Xia Rong was really anxious.
He stretched out his hand and quickly took the bag in his hand, "I've spent a lot of time worrying about it."
As a true art collector, you absolutely do not want your long-coveted treasure to fall into the hands of those nouveau riche who have no taste.
Shi Wangyue's words were a direct attack on Grandpa Xia's weakness.
Xia Dai and Ning Youguang looked at each other with a smile.
…
After lunch, the rain outside the window was still pouring down.
The air is humid and muggy, which makes people a little intolerable.
Xia Rong and Xie Haitang sat downstairs for a while, then they both felt sleepy and went back to their rooms to rest.
After Xia Dai finished eating, he was called out by his friends to participate in activities.
A huge summer house.
For a while, all that was left was Ning Youguang, who was full of tea and food, looking at the moon.
"Would you like to see Xiaoxiao?" she asked.
He responded softly "Okay".
…
When the two found Xiaoxiao, she was sleeping soundly on the swing on the balcony of Ning Youguang's room.
They didn't want to wake it up, so they squatted beside the swing and watched it quietly, talking softly.
"Xiaoxiao has a special room on the first floor, but what he likes most is my swing."
During these years when she was away, the swing was occupied by Xiaoxiao.
"It will stay wherever it knows it is comfortable." Shi Wangyue gently raised the corners of her lips, "Originally, I was thinking about taking Xiaoxiao home and raising it myself, but now I have given up."
Ning Youguang understood his mood very well, "My family has deep feelings for it, and so does Xiaoxiao."
Regardless of whether they are humans or animals, they will feel sad if they are separated after living together for so long.
Shi Wangyue reached out and gently touched the fat black cat's back, stood up, looked around and walked into the room.
"Your room is still the same as before."
When they were young, because they were young, they didn't have many taboos about going in and out of each other's rooms.
Therefore, the two of them are very familiar with each other's room, whether it is the layout, layout or furnishings.
Especially when looking at the moon, Ning has light.
He slowly walked to the window of the room and stood in front of a nanmu desk with a warm luster. "You and I used to sit at this desk together and do our homework."
The Xia family is very considerate, even if the owner of this room no longer lives here.
The furnishings and furnishings of this room are still as they were when she lived there.
Not only that, they often have people come in to clean it.
Therefore, every time Ning Youguang returns to Jincheng, no matter how long he stays, he will choose to stay in Xia Zhai.
Returning here is like returning to her home.
Ning Youguang was also brought back to the past by his memories. She walked to him, touched the desk, and picked up a book from the desk, "You gave this book to me, remember?"
"I remember, in the fourth grade of elementary school, you told me that you liked Dickens. I saw this copy of "Oliver Twist" in the bookstore and bought it for you." You like it very much.
"Yes." A gentle smile appeared on Ning Youguang's face.
She gently opened the book and found a dog-eared page.
After carefully reading the content on this page, she read the above content softly:
“...Sometimes, a piece of friendly music, the sound of gurgling water in a quiet place, the fragrance of a flower, or even just a familiar word, can suddenly evoke some vague memories and remind people of some things in this life.
Scenes that have never appeared before will float away like the breeze, as if they suddenly awaken some long-separated and happier past events, and such memories cannot be recalled just by thinking hard."
This is a bilingual book.
Right now, the paragraph Ning Youguang is reading is an excerpt from the English version.
When she read it at this moment, it was particularly suitable for the occasion and time.
She spoke with a pure British accent and her voice was gentle and soft. On such a rainy day, it was like sweet notes jumping into Shi Wangyue's heart.
Listen! The sound of flowers blooming.
Shi Wangyue's heart trembled uncontrollably.
The world was quiet, and he realized that the heartbeat was so moving.
Because she was by his side, he seemed to be able to enjoy the quietness of the rainy days that she used to say.
The person in front of him, no matter his eyes, eyelashes, face, palms, lips, every part was deeply engraved on the apex of his heart.
After Ning Youguang finished reading, he looked up and saw Shi Wangyue looking at him silently, his deep eyes filled with emotions that she couldn't understand.
"what's on your mind?"
He came back to his senses and chuckled, "I just remembered some things from the past."
2025, July 28, Weibo.
[An ordinary person: Rainy day, reading day. Reading Dickens... When I was a child, I felt completely different from when I read it now. I prefer this state now.]
[A person who likes the ordinary: When you come to Wu Fang, it is raining outside the window, drink Mingqian Longjing with her, read Dickens, your mood will feel better again, and you will come to terms with the world.]