Shen Qingqing didn't bother to pay attention to those who were anxious. She just held Ou Qing's hand and took the goblet he handed over. She took a sip of the red wine in the glass, but remembered that they didn't bring anything.
"Aqing, don't you need to bring a gift? I heard that this Earl of Harris has a close relationship with your William family."
Ou Qing smiled lightly, "It doesn't matter, today is his birthday, the Harris family doesn't want such a gift, but they are getting older and want to be lively."
Shen Qingqing nodded understandingly and smiled lightly. She looked around casually and frowned curiously. Although this castle was a medieval building, the furnishings in the house still had some traces of Chinese style.
For example, the peony painting hanging over there is quite nice.
As if he understood Shen Qingqing's thoughts, Ou Qing said with a smile, "Harris visited Jiangcheng in his early years, so he likes ancient things very much."
Shen Qingqing smiled lightly but didn't say anything.
"Qingqing, there are some partners over there. I'll go over and say hello first. You wait for me here. I'll be back in a while." Ou Qing said lightly. He knew that she always disliked such occasions, and even more so. Don't like to socialize.
So he never forced her.
After Ou Qing left, Shen Qingqing became a little bored. She held up her skirt and walked towards the corridor. The further inside, the more paintings there were, and there were also many photography works.
Shen Qingqing could see that Earl Harris was really a photography enthusiast and also liked to collect Chinese calligraphy and paintings. It seemed that he had a deep understanding of our country's culture.
She looked through the words one by one, and finally she stopped at the end of the corridor and looked up at a painting hanging on the wall. The picture looked very simple. Under the ginkgo tree in late autumn, a person dressed in a uniform The woman in the white dress folded her palms devoutly and stood in front. Her face could not be seen clearly, only her outline could be seen.
The photo is already a little yellowed, but it has been well preserved. It can be seen that Harris treasures this photo very much.
"Do you like this photo?" A deep male voice suddenly came from behind.
Shen Qingqing turned around unprepared, and what caught her eyes was a tall, middle-aged man with a standard European face, but his amber eyes were soft, and even the smile on his lips was peaceful.
Compared to Shen Qingqing's shock, the man was shocked when he saw Shen Qingqing, but the smile on his lips froze. After a long time, he tremblingly said, "Su...Susu...is that you?" ?”
Shen Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, "I'm sorry, you got the wrong person, Earl Harris."
Harris burst into laughter. Yes, more than twenty years had passed, how could Susu still be the same as she remembered, but the woman in front of him looked so similar to Susu, which made him a little unbelievable.
"Do you recognize me? I don't think we have met before."
"When we were in the hall just now, there was a painting hanging in the center. It should be your oil painting." Shen Qingqing said with a smile, "But there is a big difference between you and the oil painting."
"Oh? Where's the difference?" Harris stood next to her and seemed very interested in her topic.
Perhaps because she was like an old friend, this woman gave him a very close feeling.
"You are much younger than the oil painting. I don't know who painted you so old. You are obviously still very young."