Yang Zimei opened the door and was very happy to see it was Song Xuan, "Mr. Song, are you back?"
"Just came back."
Song Xuan stepped into the house. This was the first time for him to step inside. He felt the same as everyone else. They all felt that the air here was particularly fresh and comfortable, and it felt like standing in the mountains.
"Xiao Mei, the air in your house feels very comfortable." Song Xuan looked around, "I thought my old house was nice enough, but I didn't expect that your place is like a fairyland on earth." [
"Haha, Mr. Song, I have set up a formation here, so the air is a little different from other places." Yang Zimei smiled and said, "Mr. Song and Sister Qingmei, please come here for a walk when you have time. It is good for your health, but
, it’s not appropriate to stay longer.”
"Really, how about you also help decorate my house? So that your sister Qingmei can have a smoother pregnancy." Song Xuan said with a smile.
"The spirit gathering array has been set up in your yard. Although the effect is not as good as mine, it is the most suitable for you."
Yang Zimei smiled and led him to the living room to sit down.
When Song Xuan saw the Ming Dynasty huanghuali wood furniture in the room, his warm eyes shone with blazing light.
He touched it carefully like he was touching the treasures in his store for a while, almost wanting to take a magnifying glass and look at every corner.
Yang Zimei looked at him with a smile.
Song Xuan was the most handsome and sexy when he was concentrating and obsessively appreciating objects.
At this time, he seemed to be emitting some kind of light.
Suddenly, the image of him smiling and saying "I'm waiting for you" to her at the entrance of the hospital ten years ago came to mind. The corners of his eyes were a little moist.
Although Song Xuan didn't teach her much, it played a key role in her current situation.
Without him, she would not be living a life of making money easily on the antique road, nor would she have any confidence.
"Xiao Mei, your set of huanghuali wood is a masterpiece from the Ming Dynasty. It is also the furniture in the palace." Song Xuan finally woke up from his obsession, sat down and said to Yang Zimei with an envious look on his face.
"I got it by chance."
Yang Zimei blinked, "And it didn't cost anything. It wasn't cheated. It was given to me as a gift."
"You're so lucky, you're so jealous."
Song Xuan took a sip of the tea made by Yang Zimei, and then his eyes fell on her slender and white neck...
Yang Zimei was a little embarrassed by what he saw, and touched the peach wood sign, "Mr. Song, you don't want to appreciate me, do you?"
"Um."[
Song Xuan nodded and looked at her expectantly, "Xiao Mei, can you untie it for me and let me take a look?"
Yang Zimei took off the peach wood sign and handed it to him.
Song Xuan took it carefully.
The peach wood sign still carries her warm breath, exuding an elegant fragrance unique to Yang Zimei.
This mahogany sign is not as shiny as it was at the seminar.
Perhaps it was because Yang Zimei wore it close to his body. This peach wood tablet was like jade, exuding a warm luster, as if it contained some kind of spiritual energy.
As a person who has been appraising and appraising antiques for a long time, although he does not have the clairvoyance like Yang Zimei who can directly see the spirit of objects, he has also developed a way of sensitively capturing the unique heritage of antiques that has traveled through thousands of years.
This kind of heritage cannot be imitated by any skilled imitator. Just like a woman who has experienced the baptism of time, she has the vicissitudes of time and a calm temperament.
