Song Xuan, who was dressed in pale green, returned to his home from the province after a long journey. When he saw Lin Qingmei standing in front of the store with a bulging belly, waiting eagerly, he, who has always been relatively reserved, couldn't help but
He put down the suitcase in his hand, reached out, hugged her gently, and said softly, "Qingmei, I'm back."
Lin Qingmei pursed her lips, put her head lightly on his shoulder, touched her belly and said, "Just come back. The baby and I have been waiting for you to come back."
Song Xuan reached out to touch her belly, his slightly tired eyes lit up, and he shouted happily, "He moved, Qingmei, he kicked my hand just now, it's so magical."
Lin Qingmei smiled lovingly, stretched out her hand to cover his hand on her belly, her eyes full of satisfaction, "He can't wait to communicate with his father."
"Yes, I can't wait to meet the little guy too." Song Xuan said happily.
He has reached middle age. When he first met the five-year-old Yang Zimei ten years ago, he was attracted by her big black bright and intelligent eyes, which touched his love. From then on, he looked at flowers no longer as flowers, and subconsciously rejected everything.
When he saw Yang Zimei again ten years later, she had grown into a graceful girl, but he realized that he was getting old without knowing it and could no longer have distracting thoughts about her, so he agreed to a blind date with Lin Qingmei.
Originally, he thought he would have a very painful life.
However, Lin Qingmei, with her gentle woman's heart, gradually warmed and moved him, making his life more peaceful and satisfying than ever before.
Lin Qingmei took his hand, walked through the store, entered the backyard, and asked him to sit down at the stone table under the tree, "Song Xuan, please sit down first, and I will go to the kitchen to get you something to eat."
Song Xuan pulled her and asked her to sit down. He smiled warmly and said, "Qingmei, I'm not hungry, so just sit with me and chat."
Seeing the expectation on his face, Lin Qingmei sat down, looked at him softly, stretched out her handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and asked with concern: "Did something happen during this academic seminar?"
matter?"
Song Xuan shook his head, "No, I just want to chat."
Even though he said this, as a wife, how could she not see some kind of fatigue in his eyes?
"What is this seminar discussing?"
Lin Qingmei asked.
"They are all antiques. There is nothing particularly novel, except for one thing——"
"Huh? What makes you feel new?"
"A mahogany sign!"
Song Xuan took out his digital camera and pulled out the photo, "Look, does this mahogany plaque look similar to the one from Xiaomei?"
"Well, they are almost exactly the same, maybe the patterns are slightly different." Lin Qingmei raised her eyes and asked Song Xuan, "Is this peach wood tablet the main research purpose of this academic seminar?"
"Yes."
Song Xuan randomly flipped through a few micro-photos taken from different angles, "This brand, judging from the material, is indeed peach wood. But the strange thing is that the age of this peach wood cannot be detected. It seems to be at least several thousand years."
The history is average. Logically speaking, it is impossible for a material like peach wood to last for so many years. In addition, the pattern of this peach wood sign is very strange. It does not have any characteristics of the era, and no one knows what it means."