106 dark green hooked cheongsam

Xu Qing likes to have long hair, clear soup with noodles, and be happy with himself. After graduating from college, Xu Qing has never changed her hairstyle. Although the female colleagues around her keep changing their hairstyle and hair color to increase their charm, they don't know that men's appearance is important when they are women, but their temperament is also important. Sometimes, temperament can make an ordinary woman look more than a hundred times better than a vase woman.

Xu Qing is a woman who likes to think. Since An Mengtang invited her to visit his study, Xu Qing has been thinking about what the old man should do. Why did you leave your two partners behind? What can he and himself have to talk about separately?

After following An Mengtang into the study on the second floor step by step, the old man walked to a sandalwood box on the jewelry cabinet, took down the sandalwood box, walked to Xu Qing, gently opened it, and said, "The owner of this thing is now called Xu Qing."

Xu Qing instinctively wanted to refuse, but when his eyes touched the items in the sandalwood box, his expression couldn't help but change sharply. The things in the sandalwood box were not vulgar things such as pearls and diamonds. If these things were true, Xu Qing would not care or even scoff at them. In the sandalwood box is a warm and condensed inkstone. There is an antique smell on the dark inkstone. The inkstone is not big, and it is even extremely petite and exquisite, about seven inches long and four inches wide. The chisel marks of two ancient characters can be faintly seen on the inkstone - "Tianyan" (Note: The traditional Chinese characters of Tianhe inkstone are the simplified ones we use now. Fonts, no doubt, I have checked a lot of information).

"The name of this inkstone is Tianyan, which was accidentally obtained by Su Dongpo when he was a teenager." An Mengtang said with a smile. Although it was an understatement, the three words Su Dongpo made no longer dare to doubt the value of this inkstone.

Xu Qing was greatly influenced by his father Xu Congmo. When he was a child, he was particularly interested in the four treasures of the study, especially inkstones. When other children were collecting stamps, Xu Qing had already saved pocket money and often went to the antique shop to buy some inkstones that he looked comfortable.

"Angong, I can't afford such a valuable thing." Although he was moved, Xu Qing still hesitated and finally declined. Tianyan is really too valuable. Xu Qing has also read the name of Tianyan in a book that records the famous inkstones of various dynasties. He knows that the value of this inkstone can definitely be as good as all his own. Once he receives An Mengtang's inkstone at this moment, he will definitely be restrained by An Mengtang in the future, so he is thoughtful. The woman rejected An Mengtang's Tianyan.

"Miss Xu, I heard that you have a deep understanding of inkstone. Now it can be said that Fang Tianyan can fall into your hands, so Miss Xu should not refuse. As for the concerns in Miss Xu's heart, you don't have to think about it anymore. I'm not lonely enough to need a reporter's help." An Meng Tang Yan said with a smile that he was reasonable and impeccable.

Xu Qing did not refuse, because what An Mengtang said is very right. There is really no place for An Mengtang to use. According to Xu Qing, many political dignitaries in Nanjing have an indescribable relationship with An Mengtang. With those important people, he, a little reporter really has no place to use.

"Angong, since you say so, I'll accept it." Xu Qing said with a smile.

"Take it and take care of my adopted son if you have a chance in the future." An Mengtang sat down on the rattan chair and smiled. Then he waved his hand to signal that Xu Qing could leave.

In the empty and quiet study, An Mengtang said to himself, "Xiao Chen, I've spent a lot of money this time. I want to bet on your Qingyun Road."

No one can understand An Mengtang's thoughts, and Ge Maochun doesn't understand it either.

When Xu Qing walked downstairs with a not heavy sandalwood box, he couldn't help thinking about who An Mengtang's adopted son was, and why could this person be so valued and cared for by An Mengtang? In Xu Qing's memory and impression, An Mengtang seems to have never paid so much attention to a person.

"Sister, what are you holding in your hand?" Xiao Xu looked at Xu Qing curiously and asked. As far as Xiao Xu knows, Xu Qing is by no means a thing that accepts gifts from others at will. Now that he has received it, it must not be a simple thing.

Zhao Chen is also a little curious. He has been partnering with Xu Qing for more than two years. He has never seen Xu Qing receive other people's things.

"An inkstone." Xu Qing wrote lightly. Although the two men in front of them have good academic qualifications, how can they know what Tianyan is and what its value is?

Summer has long passed, and after 6 p.m., the night has slowly fallen.

A lawn in front of An Mengtang Villa has been decorated with a brilliant lamp wall by Ge Maochun, which is magnificent and elegant. Dozens of Eight Immortal Tables are staggered on the lawn to form a circle to surround the simple rostrum, and although the theme table is less in height, it is clear at a glance. Ge Maochun arranged according to the meaning of An Mengtang, "The scene does not need to be too grand. The simpler the better." This is the original words of An Mengtang.

Xiao Chen came to Haida Community in the evening. He was wearing the expensive suit that Su Mingyue once gave him. He carried a beautifully decorated box in his hand. The box contained a cheongsam. The cheongsam was handmade by an old woman introduced by Wang Gui. Although the old woman was old However, when he was young, he served Puyi's concubine in the palace of the pseudo-Manchu Kingdom. The weaving technology is not only unparalleled in the world, but also deserves to be pure. Even if the cheongsam that can be made in old age is still beyond the reach of many skills.

After entering Zhang Qiuling's residence, Xiao Chen came straight to the point and said with a smile, "I bought a cheongsam."

Zhang Qiuling smiled silently and looked at the exquisite box in Xiao Chen's hand and did not answer.

"Are you really not going to go with me?" The smile at the corners of Xiao Chen's mouth disappeared, and his eyebrows frowned tightly together, but his eyes looked closely at the smiling Zhang Qiuling.

"Ye-huh." The woman nodded gently.

"What's the reason?"

"There is no reason." Zhang Qiuling's voice is still ethereal and free from vulgarity, but Xiao Chen heard a sense of indifference thousands of miles away.

Xiao Chen put down the cheongsam he had spent a lot of money to get, turned around and went out.

In the past, Xiao Chen felt that Zhang Qiuling, a woman, was too unpredictable. At this moment, Xiao Chen even felt that Zhang Qiuling was a little hateful.

Looking at the man who went away, Zhang Qiuling took a soft breath and sighed, "Xiao Chen, I really don't want to go. I don't want to see you change from a cute little person to a powerful hero. I don't want to see you lose your simple past and more bloody."

After saying that, the woman gently opened the exquisite box brought by Xiao Chen. A green cheongsam appeared in front of her, with dark green as the background color, outlining a few small lotus buds to be released, broken, but with a divine charm.

rubbing the fabric of the cheongsam, Zhang Qiuling's eyes seemed to become long and far-reaching. The corners of his mouth slowly outlined a smile comparable to a lotus flower, which was as warm as spring. In his mind, he thought of the man who loved money as life but stood in front of him after hearing the tiger roar.

A subtle action of a little person can easily move people, but will people become vulgar after saying goodbye to little people?

The woman shook her head gently, smiled, and let her thoughts return to the cave in the ancestral cemetery. How vivid is the man who sings Farewell My Concubine naked? Is the man who went down the mountain with himself on his back and the man who just gave him a cheongsam are still alone?

Zhang Qiuling felt a little lost and at a loss in his heart.

Dark green hooked cheongsam, Zhang Qiuling smiled indifferently.