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Soon we arrived at Changhe Hall where Chang Yuanbo and his wife lived.
Ye Chengli and Mrs. Xue first came forward to salute and greet Mr. and Mrs. Chang Yuan, and then were busy chatting with their two brothers and sister-in-law. There were also a bunch of nieces and nephews who came forward to salute and greet them. It took a long time just to greet them.
Ye Qinglan lowered her face and stood next to Ye Qingfu. No matter what Ye Qingfu did, she would do it, so that she would not be rude and reveal her fault.
While everyone was chatting, Ye Qinglan quietly looked at everyone with the corner of her eyes.
The first one to pay attention was naturally Changyuan Bo Ye Sheng.
Ye Sheng is already sixty years old, but he is in excellent spirits, with white hair and beard, a solemn face, and not angry but powerful. He doesn't smile too much to his son and daughter-in-law whom he hasn't seen for several years, and only asks a few questions.
, and stopped talking.
The old woman sitting next to Ye Sheng is about fifty years old. Probably because she is good at taking care of herself, she does not look old. Her smile is kind and kind.
This is naturally Mrs. Jiang from Changyuan Bo.
Ye Qinglan's eyes flickered on their faces and then moved away.
Two middle-aged men were standing side by side with Ye Chengli chatting. One of them was about forty-two or thirteen years old, and the other was about forty. Although not as handsome as Ye Chengli, he still had a majestic appearance and a tall figure.
These two are naturally the eldest uncle Ye Chengren and the second uncle Ye Chengyi.
Strangely enough, the three Yip brothers have very little similarity in appearance.
Ye Chengren is mature, steady, and serious in speech, very similar to his father Ye Sheng. Ye Chengyi is easy-going and friendly, with a smile in his eyes. In comparison, Ye Chengli has the most outstanding appearance, but is slightly inferior in temperament.
Looking over again, there are eldest aunt Zheng and second aunt Li.
Ye Qinglan looked carefully, pursed her lips quietly, and raised the corners of her lips in a slight arc.
As expected, they have been married for many years. Zheng and Ye Chengren's expressions are similar. The same reserve, the same indifference, the same politeness, they are simply carved from the same mold.
Guiyuan once said in a casual conversation that her eldest aunt Zheng was of noble birth and was the daughter of Duke Zheng's family. Marrying her eldest uncle Ye Chengren was considered a lowly marriage.
With such a strong background from her natal family, Mrs. Zheng naturally has a transcendent status. Even Uncle Chang Yuan and his wife are always polite to her, the eldest daughter-in-law. No wonder Mrs. Zheng doesn’t pay much attention to her two younger sisters-in-law.
The smile is a little careless.
Compared to Mrs. Zheng, Ms. Li, who has a head full of pearls, is much more enthusiastic. She smiles and chats with Mr. Xue. However, if you pay close attention, you will find that Ms. Li's enthusiasm is only in words, and her smile does not extend into her words.
fundus.
Mr. Xue appeared extremely humble and low-key in front of her two sisters-in-law, smiling with them everywhere.
The importance of Ye Chengli and his wife in the Changyuan Mansion can be imagined.
Logically speaking, a young son should be more favored by his parents. But Ye Chengli's treatment after returning home was really not that good. What could be the reason for this?
Ye Qinglan thought about it for a moment and became convinced.
Guiyuan said it vaguely at the time, but now that I think about it, Ye Chengli was not a legitimate daughter at all, but a concubine. No wonder he only opened the side door when he returned home, and only his mother in charge stood at the door to greet him.
Looking at the younger generation, all of them have good looks. The oldest is about twenty years old, and the youngest is only five or six years old.
Ye Qinglan glanced briefly and saw the slim girl in pink at first sight.
The girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with an oval face, willow eyebrows and cherry lips, and fair skin. Even Ye Qinglan was a little surprised when she looked at her.
The girl seemed to notice that someone was looking at her, and glanced at Ye Qinglan. Ye Qinglan smiled politely at her, but before the smile fully spread, the girl looked away coldly.
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What a personality!
Ye Qinglan thought to herself, too lazy to touch her hot face to her cold ass, so she also looked away.
Turning around, she saw Ye Qingfu with a gloating smile on her face: "You've hit a wall! You really don't have any memory. You've forgotten all about Sixth Sister's temper after being away for a few years. She never likes to talk to others.
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Finally, I remembered to keep my voice low so as not to attract the attention of those around me.
Ye Qinglan smiled casually and did not answer the question. She was not in the mood to look at anyone anymore, and simply looked at the furnishings in the main room intently.
The main room is very spacious, with not many furnishings, but each piece is valuable and rare.
The expensive mahogany tables and chairs have a dark luster, and a set of celadon tea bowls are placed on them. The tea bowls are thin and have a translucent glaze, as clear as a clear sky after rain. You can tell at a glance that they are not ordinary.
The landscape screen carved from a whole piece of marble is like a smudged ink painting. At first glance, it seems unremarkable, but upon closer inspection, you will be amazed at its ingenious conception. It turns out to be a landscape painting carefully carved according to the lines of marble.
I don’t know what kind of skilled craftsmen are able to achieve such exquisite craftsmanship, which is breathtaking.
There is only one calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, which is a picture of autumn mountains and cold forests. The scroll is slightly yellowed, and it is obviously old. But the scenery in the painting is lifelike. It is clearly a warm spring at this moment, but the cool autumn coldness in the painting is on the face.
Come.
Ye Qinglan glanced at the signature and suddenly became excited.
Guan Tong!
This is the most famous painter of the Five Dynasties, with vigorous brushwork and good at landscapes. Very few of his works have been passed down to future generations, and a painting would cost at least several million in an auction house.
I never expected that such an amazing painting would be hung casually on the wall...
Ye Qinglan stared closely at the paintings on the wall, her eyes getting brighter and brighter.
She has been interested in painting since she was a child, especially classical ink Chinese painting, and even studied calligraphy and painting for a few years. Later, after her parents passed away, she went abroad for further study, and she could only regretfully put down this hobby.
Later, after her career became somewhat successful, she became interested in picking up her hobbies again. She often went to museums to hang out in her free time, staying there for half a day.
Unfortunately, there are very few well-preserved antique calligraphy and paintings, and the prices are even more hyped. Although she has some savings, she can't afford such extravagant consumption. She can only sigh with excitement. Unexpectedly, she would be lucky enough to see it with her own eyes today.
Painter Guan Tong's paintings...
Ye Qinglan's eyes were shining, as if attracted by a magnet, staring closely at the paintings on the wall.
Her uncontrollable gaffe immediately attracted the attention of those around her.
Ye Qingfu raised her eyebrows and said mockingly: "Don't you hate reading and writing the most? Why are you suddenly interested in calligraphy and painting again?"
Ye Qinglan glanced at it longingly, then finally withdrew his gaze and responded calmly: "Just take a look."
Seeing her like this, Ye Qingfu lost interest in talking to her and walked away a few steps to chat with her cousins whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
Finally clean!
Ye Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief and looked over again unconsciously. She didn't know what she thought of, and her expression moved slightly. [e="Qin Huamei"]
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