When he had this idea in his mind, his heart felt inexplicably, as if a thin thread was gently tugging on it.
He looked at Yang Zimei and his son.
One is beautiful and delicate, the other is sunny and vigorous, about the same age. Standing next to each other, they are a golden boy and a beautiful girl, they complement each other very well.
He, who had never lamented the passage of time, suddenly felt that he was getting old too.
"Zimei——"
Min Gang looked at Yang Zimei's beautiful face and said, "I also remembered you. In addition to the time in the hospital, I once took a car with my grandfather to the countryside and I seemed to have met you. Also, in the antique street, my grandfather bought you.
You bargained for an antique to the tune of five hundred thousand, and he was still angry."
"hehe--"
Yang Zimei laughed, "If he sells the hemp wreaths and buys them now, he will make more than double the money, right?"
"I don't know about this." Ming Gang smiled, "You'd better go to my house and ask grandpa. Anyway, he treats the twist wreath as a treasure every day, saying that it is an epoch-making thing and a priceless treasure. Because he
This twist wreath has a long face.”
"Let's go!" Min Qinghua said to Yang Zimei and Min Gang.
Yang Zimei nodded, she was also curious about what the Min family was like.
The Min family lived in an independent white small foreign-style building, surrounded by white hills. Most of the flowers and plants planted inside were elegant orchids, which looked very comfortable.
In the courtyard, a middle-aged woman with a high bun and a navy blue cheongsam with a gentle face and elegant posture was watering the orchids with a showerhead, just like a painting.
Yang Zimei recognized it, it was Min Gang's mother Huang Jingxian.
When she was in the hospital ten years ago, she suffered from the invasion of Yin evil spirits. She was as skinny as a stick and looked crazy and scary. Now, her physical condition and temperament are completely different. She is as dignified and elegant as a noble lady.
"Mom, a guest is here." Min Gang called.
Huang Jingxian stood up straight, saw Yang Zimei, and smiled gently at her, "Hello, welcome, come in and sit down!"
"Hello, aunt!"
Yang Zimei bent over to greet him.
"The little girl is so delicate and well-behaved. She is Xiaogang's classmate, right? What's her name?" Huang Jingxian looked at Yang Zimei with a happy face and asked.
"Auntie, my name is Yang Zimei, please call me Xiaomei." Yang Zimei likes Huang Jingxian very much. Her temperament is the same as Lin Qingmei's, they are both gentle and gentle.
"Okay, Xiaomei!"
Huang Jingxian also liked Yang Zimei very much, so she put down the shower in her hand and guided her into the back room.
The decoration and furnishings in the house are completely different from that of Yang Dejie's house. There is no luxury, only an elegant style, very bookish. No wonder, the people who come out of this family are so pleasant in every gesture.
Min Gang was sweating all over from playing basketball, so he asked Yang Zimei to sit first while he went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes.
Yang Zimei sat down on the mahogany chair, and Min Qing made Kung Fu tea for her.
His movements of making tea are really an elegant art, which is pleasing to the eye. There is no businessman's atmosphere at all, more like the temperament of a scholar like Song Xuan.
"Please drink tea!" Min Qinghua handed the tea to her and said with a slight smile.
Yang Zimei held up the tea, lowered her head and took a sip. The light fragrance of Longjing gradually spread between her lips and teeth. It was very refreshing and delicious.
Huang Jingxian looked at her from the side, "Xiao Mei, have I seen you somewhere?"
"Jingxian, ten years ago, she was the one who pointed out that the blood jade bracelet was the cause of your disorder. We have to thank her properly." Min Qinghua looked at his wife tenderly and said.