The filming in the afternoon was also extremely smooth, Qiao Airuo was still in a daze after filming, but she heard Zhang Gang constantly praise, but she really didn't feel that she had acted anything, just followed Zhang Gang's instructions, sat in the courtyard and read a book, and then played with Ji Zhiyi, who came to the courtyard, first quarreled, and then the two sat at the stone table to talk about state affairs.

But she saw the confrontation between Shen Yiqian and the heroine, which was very good, although she didn't like Shen Yiqian, but I have to say that Shen Yiqian's acting skills are really good, no wonder so many fans like her.

In the evening, Zhang Gang called several leading actors over to have dinner together, which was a thank you banquet for Qiao Airuo, and the group planned to sing after the meal, but Qiao Airuo had other arrangements tomorrow morning, so he politely declined.

After saying goodbye to everyone, he went back to his room.

Zheng Yan reported: "Mr. Qiao, Mr. Xia Daoyuan's time is nine o'clock in the morning, and the address has been sent to us, do we need to prepare some gifts?" ”

Qiao Airuo smiled, with a little playfulness on his face: "I'm ready." ”

"Mr. Qiao is sincere this time and wants to see Mr. Xia." Zheng Yan rarely saw Qiao Airuo's cute expression, and couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, you go and rest, you have to catch the morning flight back to City A tomorrow." Jo Airo said with a smile.

She had already arranged for Zheng Yan to go back to help her deal with things, she did go out a little bit lately, and Zheng Yan was busy, and when she went back this time, she must give Zheng Yan a good vacation.

"Okay, Mr. Qiao, I'll go back first." Zheng Yan handed the bag back to Qiao Airuo.

Qiao Airuo took it and said with a smile: "Well, it's hard, pay attention to safety tomorrow morning." ”

……

"Miss Qiao, please come here." The white-bearded old butler smiled and was extremely kind, leading Joe Airuo.

"Thank you." Joe smiled back.

Walking through a corridor, you will see a very antique garden-style garden, with high rockeries, delicate bridges, and continuous flowing water under the bridge, and even you can see naughty five-colored koi fish, swaying their bodies to their heart's content.

The flowers in the flower bed next to it are all light flowers, but with the bamboo forest next to it, it will not look monotonous at all, but it makes people feel elegant and beautiful, and the summer breeze wafts with a fragrance, which makes people feel that their body and mind are a lot lighter.

Qiao Airuo only felt as if he had suddenly traveled to the courtyard of the literati thousands of years ago, as if he could see the people of the past, drinking tea and writing poems.

And when she walked a little further, she saw an old man in a loose silver-gray robe, chatting with a young man in civilian clothes.

The old man had a gray beard, his hair was already very thin, but he looked extremely energetic, he sat upright, as if nothing could crush him, with a gentle smile on his face, which only made people feel extremely gentle, holding up a teacup and saying something to the young man opposite.

For some reason, Qiao Airuo suddenly felt a sour eye, and an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart, and the housekeeper next to her reminded: "Miss Qiao, the master is over there." ”

Qiao Airuo smiled and nodded, and politely responded to the housekeeper: "Trouble the housekeeper." ”

"Miss Qiao is polite." The housekeeper had a good impression of this polite young businesswoman.

The sound of the two of them speaking attracted the attention of the two people who were talking not far away, and they turned their heads one after another.

The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward: "Master, this is Miss Qiao who came to visit." ”

Qiao Airuo bowed slightly in the direction of Xia Daoyuan: "Hello Xia Lao, I'm Qiao Airuo." ”

Xia Daoyuan looked at Qiao Airuo's eyebrows, his expression was a little dull, and the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated. And the young man next to him also looked at Joe Airo blankly, wasn't this the actress who was in the port that day?

When the housekeeper saw it, he hurriedly reminded: "Master? ”

Xia Daoyuan reacted at this time, smiled kindly, and motioned for Qiao Airuo to sit: "Miss Qiao, sit down." ”

Qiao Airuo didn't miss the reaction of the two just now, and with a smile on his face, he sat down on the west side of the café.

"You look familiar." Xia Daoyuan said directly.

"No wonder Xia Lao looked at me a little strangely just now, I don't know which old man I am lucky enough to look like Xia Lao?" Qiao Airuo didn't feel strange at all, Xia Daoyuan's eyes just now had already explained everything, if she didn't feel familiar, how could the dignified Confucian of the first literary country in China lose her temper in front of such a strange young woman as her?

Xia Daoyuan twisted his snow-white beard, looked at her, and finally shook his head: "I don't remember, maybe I remembered wrong." ”

Qiao Airuo didn't ask, obviously Xia Daoyuan didn't want to say it, otherwise how could there be someone he didn't remember?

"Let me introduce you, this is my student, Zhong Qingfeng." Xia Daoyuan introduced her to the young man sitting next to her.

Zhong Qingfeng, who was named, kept looking at Qiao Airuo, and then he suddenly reacted, his elegant face was slightly hot, and he stretched out his hand: "Hello, I'm Zhong Qingfeng." ”

Qiao Airuo looked at the bony hand in front of her, and sure enough, like his master, he was a humble gentleman, and she smiled and shook it: "Hello, I'm Qiao Airuo." ”

Qiao Airuo then remembered to hand the gift on his side to Xia Daoyuan: "This is a little caution on my part, a set of Jiangnan tea sets, and I hope Xia Lao can accept it." ”

Xia Daoyuan took it with a smile: "Since it is Miss Qiao's intention, my old man will accept it." He opened the gift, picked up the purple sand teapot in the golden brocade cloth, and played with it.

The old housekeeper beside him almost dropped his jaw in shock, Mr. Xia has always been very cold and unconventional, and he doesn't like to accept gifts from others, especially gifts from strangers, because generally people who come to see him with gifts basically ask for something.

It was the first time he had accepted a gift from a woman he had met for the first time.

"Thank you, Miss Joe." Xia Daoyuan carefully put the teapot back into the brocade box.

Qiao Airuo smiled brightly: "It's good if Xia Lao likes it." You can call me by my name, and if you call me Miss Qiao, I feel weird. ”

"Hahaha, okay, then my old man will call you Ai Ruo by his age?" Xia Daoyuan admired Qiao Airuo's character very much.

Zhong Qingfeng put his eyes on her openly, although he knew that he shouldn't stare at a woman like this, but he still couldn't take his eyes back.

"By the way, as far as I know, Ai Ruo is all abroad, I don't know why you suddenly came to find the old man and me?" Xia Daoyuan is still a little strange, although he is commonly known, but how could a person who has just returned to China for half a year know about him and make a special trip to visit?

Qiao Airuo took out his mobile phone, opened the photo album, and then handed it to Xia Daoyuan: "Mr. Xia, I was fortunate to buy a painting of yours, and I bought a famous inkstone from your students before, I feel that I have a lot of fate with you, this time I just came to Hong Kong City to have some things, so I tried to contact you, and thank you for being willing to see me." ”

Xia Daoyuan took the phone, followed Qiao Airuo's gesture with a smile, and it seemed that when he saw the photo on it, his expression suddenly froze, and the hand holding the phone even trembled slightly.

The whole courtyard was suddenly quiet, and Qiao Airuo felt the old man's strange appearance for the first time, and asked, "What's wrong with you, Old Xia?" ”

"Where did you get this painting?" Xia Daoyuan looked at her excitedly, and his eyes were already a little red.

"In ...... At the hands of a business partner. Qiao Airuo was taken aback by his reaction, and almost stammered a little: "Old Xia, this painting ...... Any questions? ”

Her first reaction was, this painting can't be illegally circulated in the market, right?

Zhong Qingfeng on the side was also quite surprised, he had been Xia Daoyuan's student since he was 15 years old, and it was the first time he saw his teacher have such an expression on his face, only the old housekeeper standing behind Xia Daoyuan had a slightly sad expression, obviously remembering something sad.

Xia Daoyuan retracted his gaze on her, looked back at the painting on the screen, and his wrinkled eyes were full of sadness: "The person on this painting is my daughter, Xia Yi, when she was twelve years old, she was already very good at tea ceremony, once making tea in the courtyard, I just saw it, so I made this painting."

"When she saw this painting, she liked it very much, and asked a craftsman to frame it and hang it in her room, but before it could be framed, she went out to play and disappeared, and she never found it." When Xia Daoyuan said this, he was already in tears, and he stroked the position of the woman's face in the painting, and his expression was unprecedentedly sad.

The housekeeper behind him looked at Xia Daoyuan's appearance, and he had already shed tears, but he took advantage of the moment the tears fell out, and immediately wiped them away, he knew that he couldn't cry with him, the old gentleman was already very sad.

Zhong Qingfeng, as the youngest mayor of Hong Kong City, has always been praised for having a strategic head, no matter what situation he faces, he can react very quickly, but at this moment, he is in an extremely complicated mood, looking at Xia Daoyuan's sad appearance, he doesn't know what to say.

Qiao Airuo looked at the old man's wrinkled face, tears flowed, and there was an indescribable sadness in her heart, she took out her handkerchief and handed it to Xia Daoyuan with both hands: "Old Xia, don't be sad, I believe that Aunt Xia must be doing well." ”

Xia Daoyuan raised his eyes to look at her, with a distressed and comforting smile on her face, and on her slender white hands, the square handkerchief was clean and tidy.

As if the old man had returned, this was Xia Daoyuan's first feeling, he took the handkerchief, wiped away the tears on his face, and smiled bitterly: "Xiaoyi used to be like this, always handing me a handkerchief like this when I was sweating profusely when I was practicing calligraphy or exercising." ”

Zhong Qingfeng refilled the cup of tea for him to calm his mood. Xia Daoyuan smiled gently at him, and then took a sip.

Qiao Airuo saw that his mood had recovered a little, and then asked the doubt in his heart: "Then why did you sell this painting back then?" ”