Huang Xiusheng looked at the hairpin very carefully, "No matter from any angle, the existence value of this hairpin should not be very high. How can it be sold for such a sky-high price? I dare to ask Miss Su, this hairpin
Is there any unknown reason for this?"
Su Hen pursed his lips and smiled, "Yes, it is, but it is a secret. It is priceless in my mind."
"Haha, then Mr. Huang won't pry into the secret that Miss Su doesn't want to tell. This is a wooden hairpin. It is basically impossible to restore it to be exactly the same as before. We can't reach the craftsmanship, but we can use inlay.
Fa, what do you think about adding a silver border here?"
Huang Xiusheng saw that there was something hidden in the hairpin. He was about to take it out when Su Hen stopped him, "Mr. Huang, the secret in this hairpin also exists in the hair."
"Oh, then I was reckless."
Huang Xiusheng stopped what he was doing and said apologetically.
"It's okay to inlay it with silver edges, I just hope the workmanship is more detailed."
Su Hen also knew that it was basically impossible to repair a wooden hairpin to be exactly the same as before, so she didn't expect too much, as long as it was intact and could be inserted into her hair.
She plans to grow her hair long and wear this hairpin, just like in Dayongli.
"Don't worry, Miss Su, Huang has a good reputation for his craftsmanship in restoring antiques."
Huang Xiusheng motioned to the waiter to bring the tools, and in front of Su Hen, he carefully used black silver to repair the broken joint of the hairpin.
They say serious men are the most handsome!
When Huang Xiu Sheng was repairing his hairpin, his expression was very focused, and his slender fingers were moving flexibly. It looked like a quiet scene that made the entire air stop flowing.
Su Hen thought of Xiao again.
He was never good at doing such detailed work, so how serious was he when carving this hairpin with his knife-hand?
I really want to see it!
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be filled with yearning and imagination.
"Okay, Miss Su."
Huang Xiu Sheng's voice interrupted her fugue, and a joined hairpin was handed to her.
Su Hen happily took it.
Although it is made of completely different materials, it does not affect the appearance of this hairpin. On the contrary, it adds a touch of elegance, making the originally rough hairpin look instantly more agile.
Huang Xiu Sheng’s craftsmanship is really good!
Su Hen gratefully said to Huang Xiusheng, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Huang. Mr. Huang's craftsmanship is really first-class. It seems that I have not found the wrong person."
"Haha, it's not bad."
Huang Xiusheng was not modest either. He smiled and said, "It is also an honor for Huang to serve Miss Su."
"Mr. Huang, please give me a thumbs up. What is the fee?"
Su Hen looked at him and asked.
"This is friendly help, free of charge."
Huang Xiu Sheng said generously, "Besides, it's a blessing that I can repair a sky-high price hairpin worth 18 million with my own hands."
"Then thank you even more, Mr. Huang. If you need any help in the future, I will definitely be there."
Su Hen looked at Huang Xiu Sheng and said seriously.
"Okay! You are so loyal! I like people like Miss Su. I, Huang, am determined to be your friend."
Huang Xiusheng smiled happily.
"I also haha."
Su Hen laughed.
The two chatted happily for a while.
Because Su Hen was going to Longhu Mountain tomorrow, it was not suitable to go to bed too late, so he got up and said goodbye quickly.
Back at Lu's house, it was already twelve o'clock at night. Su Hen took a shower and climbed into bed. He actually had a dream. He dreamed that Xiao was holding a small dagger, looking at her body and saying, "Prince, you
If I die, I will die!"
After saying that, he stretched out his sword and cut his neck...
"Stop! I'm not dead yet!"
Su Hen screamed hysterically, but found that he couldn't make any sound. Finally, he was woken up by Zhao Niuniu's big furry palm, and found that his whole body was covered in cold sweat.
She blinked, looked at Zhao Niuniu in front of her, and asked casually, "Is Xiao dead?"
"It's been three thousand years, how can I not die?"
Zhao Niuniu rolled her eyes at her and asked, "What nightmare are you having? Your whole body is twitching?"
"I dreamed that Xiao committed suicide with a sword."
Su Hen woke up a little and knew that it was just a dream, so he stretched out his hand to wipe his cold sweat and said, "I saw my body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't scream. It was so scary."
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"Haha, it's just a dream."
Zhao Niuniu stretched out her paw and patted her cheek, "Go on and sleep, maybe you can have a sweet dream again?"
Where can Su Hen still sleep?
When she saw that it was already three o'clock, she simply got up and checked the things she had packed before going to bed last night to avoid missing anything.
She was still unfamiliar with this world, and she was still a little nervous when she suddenly had to go on a long trip.
"Bring this to me."
Zhao Niuniu handed her the golden kettle in her arms, "Pack it up, it will be too conspicuous if I hold it. Or, you can use a bag with air circulation and pack it and me away together."
"You gold slave!"
Su Hen spit on it and took the golden kettle.
She found that the golden kettle seemed a little heavier, so she shook it. She could hear some faint sounds, so she placed her ear on the mouth of the kettle.
Various noises like mountain streams, roaring tigers and roaring dragons could be faintly heard inside, as if you were in some big mountain.
She took over the magnifying glass in confusion.
There is still a dark mass inside, which can't be seen clearly, but it just feels a bit weird.
"Niuniu, you've been sleeping holding this kettle for so long. You should have some idea of what's in it."
Su Hen asked.
"I only know that it is made of gold. As for the other things, I really don't know."
Zhao Niuniu replied, "What's more, you also know that apart from being interested in gold, I'm not interested in anything else. It's too brain-consuming."
"Lazy thing!"
Su Hen cursed, suppressed her curiosity, and stuffed the golden kettle into her suitcase.
After everything was ready, she got up early to do some exercise, then had breakfast, said goodbye to Huang's mother, and called Su Ke to tell her.
As soon as Su Ke heard that she was going out alone, she became nervous, "Xiaohen, there are many bad people. You are still young. Mom is worried about going out alone."
"It's okay, I'm worse."
Su Hen comforted, "People always have to experience many things by themselves. What's more, I'm just traveling, not doing anything earth-shattering. There's no danger at all."
Su Ke was still worried and kept telling her how to guard against bad people, not to eat food given by strangers, not to go out with strangers, etc.
Su Hen knew that she was out of concern, so he listened attentively, feeling the caring heart of a mother whose son had traveled thousands of miles.
When she was in Dayong, she went out to wander with her uncle when she was five years old. Her mother, the emperor, and her father never cared about her, let alone gave her endless instructions.
Being long-winded is out of worry and out of love.
It was touching and warm to her to be talked about like this.
