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Qian Miaoyin couldn't help sighing when she walked to the end of the street, shrinking her head and stretching out her head is also a knife, she turned her head again, die early and live early. Qian Miaoyin suddenly stopped moving, and looked stupidly at the distance not far ahead......

What kind of beautiful scenery is this, the antique pavilions stand on both sides, an ancient willow stands against the wall and leans down slightly, he stands quietly under the ancient willow, the willow branches sway lightly with the wind, enchanting, and he ...... A gentleman is like ink, quiet and picturesque.

Qian Miaoyin's heart skipped a beat, yes, she couldn't describe him as a gentleman like jade, because it couldn't express the ancient rhyme of time standing still on his body, no matter how old the jade was, how could it have the connotation and heritage of calligraphy and ink, and Mo Zining was that kind of book, an ancient book that was treasured in a corner of the Liuli Factory and witnessed the changes of the times. No matter how ever-changing the world is, he is still the same person, not happy with things, not sad with himself, not worried or stupid, not angry or angry.

Qian Miaoyin reached out and grabbed her chest, opened her mouth slightly, she didn't seem to be able to breathe, her heart was beating too fast, as if it wasn't her own, joy or emotion? I don't know what it is, as if it's going to overflow, why is this happening? What's wrong with her.

Mo Zining saw that Qian Miaoyin's face was not good, and hurriedly walked over, "What's wrong with you?" As he spoke, he leaned down and looked her in the eye.

Qian Miaoyin grabbed the crystal safety buckle in a panic, her restless heart finally calmed down, she breathed a sigh of relief lightly, and shook her head slightly, "It's nothing." ”

Mo Zining didn't believe Qian Miaoyin's words, looked at her carefully, and saw that her face was gradually improving, so he let go of his hanging heart. "How did you get here?"

Mo Zining's words reminded Qian Miaoyin: "Oh, I'm here to buy a birthday gift for Old Man Qin." ”

"It's such a coincidence, I'm also here to buy a gift for the old man. What do you want to buy? Mo Zining straightened up and looked at her with a smile.

"I want to buy something that is neither too expensive nor too humiliating." Qian Miaoyin said bluntly.

Her straightforward words made Mo Zining laugh out loud, how could she not make people feel special if she could say her poor sourness so frankly, "Since this is the case, I have a good suggestion." ”

"What advice?" Qian Miaoyin raised her head, met his smiling eyes, and blushed uncontrollably, oh my God, why did she blush! It's embarrassing, okay?

Mo Zining thought that she was annoyed that she had said what she thought in her heart, so she blushed, and she didn't care very much, "Huaiyin Mountain House has a copy of Pan Shien's "Sibuzhai Poetry Collection", which is not the original, it was copied by his descendants, the price is not high, and it will not be too embarrassing to take it out. ”

Qian Miaoyin was not carried away by beauty, Mo Zi would rather be a rich tyrant, he felt that things that were not expensive did not mean that she could accept them, but if she refused, she swallowed back to her mouth, "Then go and take a look." As soon as the words came out, Qian Miaoyin sighed in her heart, just go and take a look.

Mo Zining walked beside Qian Miaoyin to lead the way, and the two quieted down again, it seemed that the two of them were together, and at most they were quietly accompanied by each other, just like that afternoon of tea, they didn't have to say anything, just listened to the unhurried shouting on the tree, and all the glitz disappeared.

Qian Miaoyin likes this feeling, as if there are only the two of them left in the whole world, and Mo Zining also enjoys such tranquility, as if his impetuous heart has really been soothed.

Huaiyin Mountain House is a time-honored brand that belongs to Taishan Beidou in the calligraphy and painting, and the business items are extremely extensive, such as ancient Chinese scholar's elegant play, bamboo and wood ivory carving, copper ornaments, ancient furniture, jade, porcelain, embroidery, statues, etc. Huaiyin Mountain House is not small in this old Beijing, with a green lacquer gate, two floors above and below, and two stone lions at the door have witnessed its long life.

Mo Zining took Qian Miaoyin in, and there was an old man in Tang clothes with a white beard sitting at the table inside the door. The old man didn't say anything when he saw Qian Miaoyin, but just looked at Mo Zining with a smile. "Ancient, I remember that you have a book of "Si Bu Zhai Poems" here?"

"It's Ben." The old man nodded.

"Then take it out and take a look?" Mo Zining said softly.

The old man glanced at Qian Miaoyin, got up and walked upstairs.

Qian Miaoyin looked at the two booklets on the table, a little panicked, where did she understand this, of course she didn't want to understand, she just wanted to know if she could afford to buy this thing now. "How much?" Qian Miaoyin didn't dare to look at the old man, so she had to look at Mo Zining helplessly.

Mo Zining's heart jumped, and she suddenly wanted to reach out and cover her eyes, those eyes were too clean, too pure, it carried a trace of trust, a little dependence, as if it could rub into the deepest part of a person's heart. How old is she? Such a ridiculous question flashed through Mo Zining's mind.

Ancient silver immersion and ancient paintings and texts have been played for a lifetime, where can people be allowed to spoil his things so much, "Little girl, come, sit." The old saying said earnestly, pulling Qian Miaoyin to sit down.

Mo Zining opened his eyes, inhaled without a trace, and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

"Do you know who Pan Shien is?" Ancient asked in a deep voice.

How did Qian Miaoyin know that Gu would ask such a question, she glanced at Mo Zining in a panic, but found that he didn't look at her. "I don't know......" Qian Miaoyin whispered, lowering her head in embarrassment.

"I'll tell you......" In this way, Qian Miaoyin was forced to listen to Pan Shien's deeds for an afternoon, "Although this set of "Sibuzhai Poetry Collection" was not written by Pan Shien himself, it is much more precious than those poetry collections that were uniformly issued, after all, it was copied by his descendants himself, and the significance of the collection is greater. ”

Mo Zining sat on the rattan chair at the window, enjoying the glow, while looking at the old and the young, it could be seen that Qian Miaoyin was listening to it in a fog, but out of respect for the old man, even if he didn't understand it, he listened very seriously. Such a beautiful time made him rise a faint panic, as if all the good things will end at this moment, after feeling such beauty, can he still endure those hypocritical and flashy lives?

Qian Miaoyin struggled to support, and finally saw the dawn, Gu Gu picked up the water cup and drank a sip of water, and the gushing story finally came to an end, Qian Miaoyin leaned over cautiously, "That...... How much money is it? ”

"Flutter!" Mo Zining finally couldn't help laughing, but no, no matter how much the ancient people said, they couldn't change the fact that it was still a commodity. It's so good, what else do you take out to sell, just supply it directly.

Ancient this gas, playing the piano to the cow, this is playing the piano to the cow! As if he didn't want to see Qian Miaoyin again, he turned his head to look to the side and waved at her again and again, "Take 100,000 yuan." ”

Qian Miaoyin turned her head to look at Mo Zining, Mo Zining smiled and nodded, "It's just compensation for listening to an afternoon of preaching." Although Qian Miaoyin doesn't know the goods, she can understand the words, Mo Zining means that she earned it, since this is the case, what else can she say, this price is also within her acceptable range, "What is your old account number, I will transfer it to you." ”