Chapter 753: Peachwood card (4)

Yang Zimei opened the door and was very happy to see Song Xuan. "Mr. Song, are you back?"
"Just returned."
Song Xuan stepped into the mansion. This is the first time he stepped into the house. He feels the same as everyone else. They all feel that the air here is particularly fresh and comfortable, and he has a pleasant feeling of standing in the mountains.
"Xiaomei, the air in your house feels particularly comfortable." Song Xuan looked around, "I thought the old house in my house was good enough, but I didn't expect that you would be a fairyland on earth."
"Oh, Mr. Song, I play here, so the air is a little different from other places." Yang Zimei smiled. "Mr. Song and Sister Qingmei, come here to stroll around when you have time, it ’s still good for your health, but It ’s not appropriate to stay longer. "
"Really, otherwise, can you help my family arrange it too? Let your sister Qingmei be able to settle down smoothly." Song Xuan smiled.
"Juliing array has been set up in your yard. Although the effect is not as good as mine, it is the most suitable for you."
Yang Zimei smiled and led him to the living room to sit down.
When Song Xuan saw the room of the Ming Dynasty Huanghuali wood furniture, a pair of warm eyes, let out a hot light.
Like stroking the treasures in his shop, he carefully touched for a while, almost wanting to look at each corner with a magnifying glass.
Yang Zimei looked at him with a smile.
Song Xuan is the most handsome and when he is obsessed and admiring the objects.
At this time, his body seemed to emit some kind of light.
His mind suddenly appeared ten years ago. At the entrance of the hospital, he smiled and said to me, "I'm waiting for you", the gentleness and gentleness of his eyes, the corners of his eyes were moist.
Although Song Xuanjiao didn't give her much, it played a key role in her present.
Without him, she would not live an easy and profitable life on the road to antiques, nor would she have confidence.
"Xiao Mei, your set of Huanghua Limu is a unique product of the Ming Dynasty, and the furniture in Wangfu." Song Xuan finally awoke from the obsession, sat, and said to Yang Zi with envy.
"It happened by chance."
Yang Zimei blinked. "And it didn't cost anything, it wasn't a lie, it was sent to me."
"Your luck is really jealous of the dead."
Song Xuan took a sip of tea made by Yang Zi's eyebrows, and then her eyes fell on her slender white neck ...
Yang Zimei looked a little hairy and touched the peach card. "Mr. Song, wouldn't you want to appreciate me?"
"Ok."
Song Xuan nodded and looked at her with anticipation, "Little eyebrow, can you explain it to me?"
Yang Zimei took off the Taomu card and handed it to him.
Song Xuan took it carefully.
The Taomu card also carried her warm breath, exuding a kind of elegant fragrance unique to Yang Zimei.
This peach card is not as shiny as he was at the seminar.
Maybe it's why Yang Zimei is wearing it personally. Like a jade, this peach wood card exudes a warm and lustrous luster, as if it contains some kind of aura.
As a long-term appraiser of antiques, although he can't have sky eyes like Yang Zimei and can directly see the temperament, he has also developed a kind of heritage that can sensitively capture the unique antiques that cross the millennium.
This kind of background can not be copied by even the most sophisticated imitators, just like a woman who has experienced the baptism of mid-years, with years of vicissitudes and calm temperament.