Chapter 750: Peach wood card (1)

Brunei Street, Mo Xuan.
As soon as the blue Song Xuan hit the air, he returned from the province to his doorstep, and saw Lin Qingmei, who was standing in front of the shop, with a swollen belly, waiting forward, was always restrained. Hold down the suitcase in your hand, reach out, hug her gently, softly, "Qingmei, I'm back."
Lin Qingmei pouted, put her head lightly on his shoulder, and touched her stomach. "Just come back, my baby and I have been waiting for you to come back."
Song Xuan reached out and touched her belly. His slightly tired eyes lighted up and shouted happily, "He moved, Ome, he kicked my hand just now, it was amazing."
Lin Qingmei smiled lovingly, reaching out and covering his hand on his belly, full of contentment, "He can't wait to communicate with his father."
"Yeah, I can't wait to meet the little guy." Song Xuan said happily.
He was already middle-aged, and he saw Yang Zimei, who was five years old, ten years ago. She was attracted by her bright eyes and touched the love string. From then on, flowers were no longer flowers, and she subconsciously rejected everything.
Seeing Yang Zimei ten years later, she has grown into a puppet girl, but he realizes that he is unknowingly old, and can no longer think about her, so he agrees with Lin Qingmei's blind date.
Originally, he thought he would be in pain.
However, with her tender and feminine heart, Lin Qingmei gradually warmed and moved him, making his life a tranquility and contentment never before.
Lin Qingmei took his hand, walked through the storefront, entered the backyard, and let him sit down at the stone table under the tree. "Song Xuan, sit down first, I'll get you food in the kitchen."
Song Xuan grabbed her and made her sit down, smiling gently, "Qingmei, I'm not hungry, just sit with me and chat."
Lin Qingmei saw his expression of expectation, so she sat down, looked at him softly, stretched out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and asked with concern: "Is there an academic seminar this time, what happened? thing?"
Song Xuan shook his head. "No, I just want to chat."
Even though he said so, how could she, as a wife, not see a certain kind of tiredness in his eyes?
"What was discussed in this seminar?"
Lin Qingmei asked.
"It's all antiques. There's nothing particularly new, except one--"
"Huh? What makes you feel new?"
"A peach card!"
Song Xuan took out the digital camera and flipped the photos out of it. "Look, is this peach wood card very similar to Xiaomei's?"
"Well, it's almost the same, and the pattern may be slightly different." Lin Qingmei asked Song Xuan with his eyes raised. "Is the main research purpose of this academic seminar is this peach card?"
"Yes."
Song Xuan flipped through a few photos taken from different angles. "This brand, indeed, is indeed peach, no doubt. But it is strange that the age of this peach cannot be detected, for at least several thousand years. The history of Taomu is reasonable. It is reasonable to say that the material of peach wood cannot be maintained for so many years. In addition, the pattern of this peach wood card is very strange, without any characteristics of the times, and no one knows what it means. "