Under Betty's guidance, the two sat down on a wooden chair in the living room.
"Everything in your living room looks like antiques." Miranda looked around in admiration.
Betty explained: "The layout of the living room was set by my parents when they were young, and I have never changed it. These things are indeed antiques."
"The pattern of this Persian carpet looks like an antique at first glance. It is at least fifty years old."
Betty smiled and nodded: "Yes. The Persian carpet on the ground is very old. It is a single piece and is purely handmade. It is difficult to make such a good carpet now."
Her living room is at least a hundred square meters in size. A complete Persian carpet in such a large place would cost at least a million dollars. If historical factors are added to it, the price may be even more than this.
This is not an exaggeration at all, but may underestimate the value of such a large carpet. The price of authentic Persian carpets has been rising over the years. A Persian carpet from the 17th century was once auctioned for nearly 10 million US dollars.
Therefore, the most valuable thing in her living room is probably the carpet on the floor.
"Your parents are very tasteful. The living room is decorated like this. Even after so many years, it still looks very comfortable and artistic."
Miranda's words were not flattering. The decoration style of this living room is not outdated even now, but gives people a deeper sense of family heritage.
Betty smiled and said: "Thank you for the compliment. If they are still alive, they will definitely be very happy to hear what you said. By the way, what do you want to drink, coffee or tea, or something else?"
Chen Feng said: "Tea. Green tea is best, don't add sugar."
Foreigners prefer to drink black tea, and put a lot of sugar in it, which is very sweet. Chen Feng is really not used to it.
Miranda said: "I'll just drink coffee."
"Okay." Betty agreed, and naturally a maid went over to get something to drink for the two of them.
"May I ask, how did your parents pass away?" Chen Feng asked proactively. He wanted to have a deeper understanding of Betty, and then determine what kind of music to "compose" for her.
"My mother died of cancer. She died in pain. My father died of AIDS and he also died in pain, but he brought it upon himself."
It can be heard from her words that she is very dissatisfied with his father. As for why she is dissatisfied, after thinking about it for a moment, she will know that her father has AIDS and her mother has cancer. Naturally, it is because her father cheated or her mother passed away.
Later, he became promiscuous.
However, Betty actively participated in the dinner hosted by the AIDS Research Foundation last night, which shows that she still hates AIDS in her heart, and it also reveals that she actually misses her father. It can only be said that she is deeply sorry for her death.
My father is both loved and hated, very contradictory.
"Can you tell me about your mother? Let me know more about your personal past, maybe it will bring you creative inspiration." Chen Feng wisely avoided her father.
"OK." Betty nodded and recalled, "My mother came from a famous family in China and received an elite lady education since she was a child. She studied boarding in a women's missionary school before she was sixteen. After she was sixteen, she studied at a Catholic university.
Study. When she was twenty years old, she studied abroad at Cornell University, where she met my father, and the two fell in love. My father also came from a well-known family, and the two of them were considered well-matched. It didn’t take long for them to be together, and then
The engagement and marriage went very smoothly. It was just that they gave birth to a child like me after seven years of marriage. If they wanted to have another child, they would never be able to have one. This may be God's will, and my parents later gave up and continued.
Have a baby.
They poured all their love into me, especially my mother. She is the best and kindest woman I still think of. She is knowledgeable, beautiful, has a good temper, and is keen on charity. She has always been
She is my idol. But God didn’t want her to stay in this world for too long. He passed away before the age of fifty. I didn’t have time to say many things to her, and she just went to heaven. Every time I think of her, she goes to heaven.
... Very sad... Many times, I told her in my dreams how much I loved her, admired her, and missed her, but every time I woke up from the dream, I found myself bursting into tears..."
By the end of the story, Betty was crying and sobbing. Seeing this, Miranda quickly got up and went to comfort her.
Chen Feng was also a little sad when he heard this. No matter how rich Betty was, she could not bring her parents back to life. Now she is alone. You may not say how happy she is. Under Betty's guidance, the two of them met in the living room.
Sit down on a wooden chair.
"Everything in your living room looks like antiques." Miranda looked around in admiration.
Betty explained: "The layout of the living room was set by my parents when they were young, and I have never changed it. These things are indeed antiques."
"The pattern of this Persian carpet looks like an antique at first glance. It is at least fifty years old."
Betty smiled and nodded: "Yes. The Persian carpet on the ground is very old. It is a single piece and is purely handmade. It is difficult to make such a good carpet now."
Her living room is at least a hundred square meters in size. A complete Persian carpet in such a large place would cost at least a million dollars. If historical factors are added to it, the price may be even more than this.
This is not an exaggeration at all, but may underestimate the value of such a large carpet. The price of authentic Persian carpets has been rising over the years. A Persian carpet from the 17th century was once auctioned for nearly 10 million US dollars.
Therefore, the most valuable thing in her living room is probably the carpet on the floor.
"Your parents are very tasteful. The living room is decorated like this. Even after so many years, it still looks very comfortable and artistic."
Miranda's words were not flattering. The decoration style of this living room is not outdated even now, but gives people a deeper sense of family heritage.
Betty smiled and said: "Thank you for the compliment. If they are still alive, they will definitely be very happy to hear what you said. By the way, what do you want to drink, coffee or tea, or something else?"
Chen Feng said: "Tea. Green tea is best, don't add sugar."
Foreigners prefer to drink black tea, and put a lot of sugar in it, which is very sweet. Chen Feng is really not used to it.
Miranda said: "I'll just drink coffee."
"Okay." Betty agreed, and naturally a maid went over to get something to drink for the two of them.
"May I ask, how did your parents pass away?" Chen Feng asked proactively. He wanted to have a deeper understanding of Betty, and then determine what kind of music to "compose" for her.
"My mother died of cancer. She died in pain. My father died of AIDS and he also died in pain, but he brought it upon himself."
It can be heard from her words that she is very dissatisfied with his father. As for why she is dissatisfied, after thinking about it for a moment, she will know that her father has AIDS and her mother has cancer. Naturally, it is because her father cheated or her mother passed away.
Later, he became promiscuous.
However, Betty actively participated in the dinner hosted by the AIDS Research Foundation last night, which shows that she still hates AIDS in her heart, and it also reveals that she actually misses her father. It can only be said that she is deeply sorry for her death.
My father is both loved and hated, very contradictory.
"Can you tell me about your mother? Let me know more about your personal past, maybe it will bring you creative inspiration." Chen Feng wisely avoided her father.
"OK." Betty nodded and recalled, "My mother came from a famous family in China and received an elite lady education since she was a child. She studied boarding in a women's missionary school before she was sixteen. After she was sixteen, she studied at a Catholic university.
Study. When she was twenty years old, she studied abroad at Cornell University, where she met my father, and the two fell in love. My father also came from a well-known family, and the two of them were considered well-matched. It didn’t take long for them to be together, and then
The engagement and marriage went very smoothly. It was just that they gave birth to a child like me after seven years of marriage. If they wanted to have another child, they would never be able to have one. This may be God's will, and my parents later gave up and continued.
Have a baby.
They poured all their love into me, especially my mother. She is the best and kindest woman I still think of. She is knowledgeable, beautiful, has a good temper, and is keen on charity. She has always been
She is my idol. But God didn’t want her to stay in this world for too long. He passed away before the age of fifty. I didn’t have time to say many things to her, and she just went to heaven. Every time I think of her, she goes to heaven.
... Very sad... Many times, I told her in my dreams how much I loved her, admired her, and missed her, but every time I woke up from the dream, I found myself bursting into tears..."
By the end of the story, Betty was crying and sobbing. Seeing this, Miranda quickly got up and went to comfort her.
Chen Feng was also a little sad when he heard this. No matter how rich Betty was, she could not bring her parents back to life. Now she is alone. You may not say how happy she is. Under Betty's guidance, the two of them met in the living room.
Sit down on a wooden chair.
"Everything in your living room looks like antiques." Miranda looked around in admiration.
Betty explained: "The layout of the living room was set by my parents when they were young, and I have never changed it. These things are indeed antiques."
"The pattern of this Persian carpet looks like an antique at first glance. It is at least fifty years old."
Betty smiled and nodded: "Yes. The Persian carpet on the ground is very old. It is a single piece and is purely handmade. It is difficult to make such a good carpet now."
Her living room is at least a hundred square meters in size. A complete Persian carpet in such a large place would cost at least a million dollars. If historical factors are added to it, the price may be even more than this.
This is not an exaggeration at all, but may underestimate the value of such a large carpet. The price of authentic Persian carpets has been rising over the years. A Persian carpet from the 17th century was once auctioned for nearly 10 million US dollars.
Therefore, the most valuable thing in her living room is probably the carpet on the floor.
"Your parents are very tasteful. The living room is decorated like this. Even after so many years, it still looks very comfortable and artistic."
Miranda's words were not flattering. The decoration style of this living room is not outdated even now, but gives people a deeper sense of family heritage.
Betty smiled and said: "Thank you for the compliment. If they are still alive, they will definitely be very happy to hear what you said. By the way, what do you want to drink, coffee or tea, or something else?"
Chen Feng said: "Tea. Green tea is best, don't add sugar."
Foreigners prefer to drink black tea, and put a lot of sugar in it, which is very sweet. Chen Feng is really not used to it.
Miranda said: "I'll just drink coffee."
"Okay." Betty agreed, and naturally a maid went over to get something to drink for the two of them.
"May I ask, how did your parents pass away?" Chen Feng asked proactively. He wanted to have a deeper understanding of Betty, and then determine what kind of music to "compose" for her.
"My mother died of cancer. She died in pain. My father died of AIDS and he also died in pain, but he brought it upon himself."
It can be heard from her words that she is very dissatisfied with his father. As for why she is dissatisfied, after thinking about it for a moment, she will know that her father has AIDS and her mother has cancer. Naturally, it is because her father cheated or her mother passed away.
Later, he became promiscuous.
"Can you tell me about your mother? Let me know more about your personal past, maybe it will bring you creative inspiration." Chen Feng wisely avoided her father.
"OK." Betty nodded and recalled, "My mother came from a famous family in China and received an elite lady education since she was a child. She studied boarding in a women's missionary school before she was sixteen. After she was sixteen, she studied at a Catholic university.
Study. When she was twenty years old, she studied abroad at Cornell University, where she met my father, and the two fell in love. My father also came from a well-known family, and the two of them were considered well-matched. It didn’t take long for them to be together, and then
The engagement and marriage went very smoothly. It was just that they gave birth to a child like me after seven years of marriage. If they wanted to have another child, they would never be able to have one. This may be God's will, and my parents later gave up and continued.
Have a baby.
They poured all their love into me, especially my mother. She is the best and kindest woman I still think of. She is knowledgeable, beautiful, has a good temper, and is keen on charity. She has always been
She is my idol. But God didn’t want her to stay in this world for too long. He passed away before the age of fifty. I didn’t have time to say many things to her, and she just went to heaven. Every time I think of her, she goes to heaven.
... Very sad... Many times, I told her in my dreams how much I loved her, admired her, and missed her, but every time I woke up from the dream, I found myself bursting into tears..."