Pei Yuqin, who was lying on the soft sofa, slowly stood up with her mobile phone.
Listening to the busy beep, beep, beep sound coming from the speaker of the mobile phone, she rolled her eyes with a hint of anger, "This idiot actually dares to hang up on my sister."
However, his voice was crisp and soft, and there was no hint of complaint, but rather a sense of appreciation in it.
Pei Yuqin threw her phone on the sofa, loosened her hair and shook her head slightly.
Her hair, as black as a waterfall, as clean and bright as a waterfall, instantly spread over her shoulders. She walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the curtains, and the warm afternoon sunshine immediately filled her body.
Picking up the hot ginger syrup next to her and taking a sip, Pei Yuqin looked at the dragon-like traffic on the street and suddenly revealed an intoxicating smile for no apparent reason.
"Idiot, I knew you would be fooled.
"I'm not afraid that you two get along well. I'm just happy that you two are as close as brothers.
"I'm just afraid that you think Yu'an is a rich young man who was born with a golden key and lived a life of food and clothing, and you will look down on him in your heart, or even reject him. Then it will be difficult for me to be in the middle.
"Now I think you even feel a little pity for Yu An? Do you think the Pei family raised him as a waste?"
The more I thought about it, the more interesting it became, and Pei Yuqin burst into laughter.
Just smiling, her beautiful eyes with peach blossom eye makeup gradually filled with tears.
Wiping the corners of her eyes, Pei Yuqin sighed suddenly, her brows filled with sadness.
When the ginger syrup in her hand had cooled down, Pei Yuqin put down the cup and walked quickly to the bookcase behind the desk.
Opening a sliding window inlaid with dark glass, there is a hidden compartment inside, but there are no valuables, only a photo frame about ten inches in size.
In the photo frame is a color photo of three people together, with the gate of Dongjiang University in the background.
Standing in the C position in the middle is the young Pei Yuqin. In the photo, she has an elegant temperament and a waterfall of black hair. No one feels there is anything wrong even if she makes a relatively old-fashioned gesture like V with one hand towards the camera.
Of course, it cannot be said that it was when he was young, because compared to the photos, Pei Yuqin's appearance has not changed much, but Pei Yuqin was obviously thinner at that time.
In the photo, Pei Yuqin is wearing a very ladylike white dress. Because she wears light makeup, she is beautiful and dignified, but also adds a bit of charm.
With light makeup like jade, she is different from the ordinary, just like a fairy in a painting.
On the left side of Pei Yuqin is a short-haired girl of similar age to her. The girl is also very beautiful with willow eyebrows and red phoenix eyes, but her appearance and temperament are obviously worse than that of Pei Yuqin.
It's a little less graceful and a little more indescribable. If Shen Yu were here, he would have noticed it immediately, and it was obviously jealousy.
Moreover, the makeup on the girl's face is very thick, coupled with the short top, one-step skirt, and knee-high socks, giving people a somewhat romantic feeling.
Although she was smiling while holding Pei Yuqin's arm, her interest was not very high. She was obviously absent-minded when looking at the camera, and even a little evasive.
Two meters away from the two of them stood a rather handsome man in sportswear. This man looked to be two or three years older than Pei Yuqin. He wore a pair of rimless glasses and looked very elegant and elegant. He is a gentleman.
He didn't look at the camera, but looked at Pei Yuqin and the short-haired girl and smiled lightly.
To be precise, this man should be looking at the girl with short hair.
Taking out the photo frame and placing it gently on the desk, Pei Yuqin couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "You guys should have been hooking up when we took this photo. You can obviously bring it up to me at other times. I don't care if you don't." I like my man.
"But you all wanted to embarrass me at the wedding, causing me to lose face, dignity, and all my dignity in front of all my relatives and friends.
"Only by working hard can I forget the scene of that day. Whenever I dream back at midnight, do you know how much I hate you? I even want to die with you!
"It's just that I want to thank you now. If it weren't for you two, I wouldn't have met Qinan."
After taking out the photo from the frame, Pei Yuqin picked up the scissors and cut out the other two people, then threw it into the trash can without hesitation.
Holding the photo of himself in the palm of his hand, "It's almost seven years, and the dark clouds in my heart should have cleared. It's really not worth being angry at such a pair of ungrateful people."
Turning back and sitting on the comfortable office chair, Pei Yuqin took out another photo frame from the drawer. There was a photo of Shen Yu alone in the photo frame. In the photo, Shen Yu smiled very brightly and cheerfully...
Pei Yuqin placed her photo next to Shen Yu and compared it, her eyes suddenly filled with tenderness, "A handsome man and a beautiful woman, is this the legendary appearance of a couple?"
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Shen Yu, who is now in Celadon City, naturally doesn't know that Pei Yuqin is crying and laughing.
His attention is now entirely focused on the pile of porcelain in front of him.
I saw more than fifty pieces of porcelain placed messily in a corner next to the old shelves.
Some are placed side by side, some are staggered here and there, and some are even stacked, or piled together in three layers, just like stacking broken bricks.
The appearance of these porcelains looks average, and some can even be described as tattered. Even if they look good, they are covered with dust. It is difficult to see the true appearance without careful wiping. Maybe they look complete now. The floating ash on the top is a damaged glaze, chipping, and cracked porcelain.
"Boss, are these porcelains for sale?"
The shop owner stopped his abacus and said with a smile: "Sell, of course. This is a batch of used goods that were replaced on the shelf a few months ago. There were originally two or three hundred, but now only these dozens are left for sale."
Shen Yu nodded nonchalantly, "I wonder how you sell these porcelains?"
"Three thousand yuan each, you can choose whatever you want, but you can't bargain, because it's already a sale at a loss."
"Oh, that's it..."
Perhaps because he was afraid that Shen Yu would not pay attention to it, the shop owner continued, "Although there are high-imitation porcelain and residual porcelain here, there are more old imitations of old porcelain, including some fine old imitations from private kilns in the late Qing Dynasty. Use your discernment to pick out a few items that you will never lose.”
Shen Yu nodded again to express his understanding, but the expression on his face did not show much importance.
Seeing Shen Yu's hesitant expression, the shop owner thought Shen Yu was afraid of getting dirty.
"Little brother, I can see that you are a knowledgeable person. If you are lucky, you might be able to find a leak in it. If you find it dirty, there are cotton gloves nearby. It doesn't matter if you don't like them. It’s not a forced purchase or sale.”
What Shen Yu wanted was for the other party to take the initiative to choose for him. After hearing the shopkeeper's words, Shen Yu pretended to take a pair of clean cotton gloves and put them on, then picked up the blue and white gourd bottle that he almost tripped over just now to appreciate it.
Judging from his solemn look, he seemed to be looking at some extremely valuable official kiln porcelain.
But what the shop owner didn't know was that Shen Yu's eyes were not actually on the gourd bottle in his hand, but he was trying hard to find the antique that might emit a precious light among the pile of broken porcelain in front of him.
Seeing that Shen Yu was persuaded by him, the shop owner showed a proud smile.
For those who open antique shops, mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are. Now that customers have come in, they must do their best to make profits from them.
I just want to make a few bucks with all my efforts. Tens of bucks is a bit exaggerated, but a few hundred bucks is still a profit.
What's more, this is obviously a pile of scrap porcelain and junk that cannot be put on the table. Three thousand for each is a huge profit.
Sell one and earn one. Doesn’t barbecue beer smell good when you go around?
