In the previous life, after Song Xuan got married, his wife would often sit next to him, watch him appraise, and then listen to him explain the knowledge about antiques attentively. The two of them looked in harmony with each other, making people enviable.
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At least Yang Zimei in his previous life was envious of his wife for marrying such a good husband.
There was no sign of his wife now, and looking at his face, she found that he was actually single, indicating that he was unmarried and had no children.
What's going on? Has the trajectory of his destiny also changed?
She stood in line at the back and waited for about nine people before it was her turn.
When Song Xuan saw a hand that was like white porcelain, slender and delicate, without a single flaw stretched out in front of him, he was slightly startled. He had a premonition of something. He quickly raised his head and saw a person wearing a white dress with an extremely delicate face and lips.
A girl of about fifteen years old with a bright smile stood in front of him. His heart seemed to be stimulated. He paused for a moment, and then started beating strongly.
It's her! It's really her!
From the cinnabar between her eyebrows, he clearly recognized her.
Although he looks a little different from when he was a child, the look between his brows and the liveliness of his pupils are something that no one else can have.
He, who had always been calm and composed, was no longer calm. His calm eyes lit up with waves of ecstasy, almost sweeping Yang Zimei over.
"Zimei, you're here!" He suppressed his excitement and spoke in a calm and low tone, as if he was asking about a friend he had just met after a long absence.
Listening to his words, Yang Zimei's heart also felt a touch of warmth and emotion.
He really remembered himself and recognized himself at a glance!
"I'm sorry, it's been ten years since we broke the promise." She said guiltily.
"It's great if you can come!" Song Xuan stood up and hugged his fists at the people who were waiting in line for the appraisal. "Everyone, I'm sorry, I have a distinguished guest here. Today's appraisal is done for now. Please come back tomorrow.
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The people in the queue at the back looked disappointed. Even if they wanted to curse, they could only curse in their hearts.
Before he did the appraisal for himself, it was okay to offend others. If he went to other places for appraisal, the cost would be high, and the level of appraisal might not be as high as Song Xuan's.
Only left sadly.
"Zimei, go sit on the second floor." Song Xuan asked his clerk to pack up his things and took Yang Zimei up to the second floor.
The furnishings on the second floor are antique, the furniture is quaint mahogany furniture, there are several plates of orchids planted, and the tea sets on the coffee table are made of fine purple clay.
Yang Zimei looked around and found that most of the objects here had a sense of materiality. Even the pen holder where the brush was inserted was an antique.
What a rich man!
Yang Zimei sighed secretly in his heart.
Song Xuan sat her down and made Kung Fu tea for her in a purple clay pot. The tea was Da Hong Pao.
He made the tea in one go, with a calm demeanor and elegant movements, making Yang Zimei look like he was enjoying an art performance.
"Zimei, please have tea."
Yang Zimei picked up the cup and saw that the soup was orange-yellow and bright, with red and green leaves. The aroma was rich and orchid-like. Just a smell was enough to make people feel relaxed and happy.
She took a gentle sip, and the warm touch on the tip of her tongue made her feel like she was in a room of orchids, with the fragrance lingering on her teeth and cheeks.
Seeing the way she lowered her head to sip tea, Song Xuan thought of a word: beauty is like jade.