I didn't have time to study more, and although I was bottomless and frightened, I walked briskly along the avenue towards the light.

At the intersection, a young woman in a long white flowing dress with long wavy hair was pacing back and forth in high heels and looking around, and when she saw me approaching, she looked me up and down and asked, "Are you Chang Yuan?" ”

As soon as I heard this voice, I immediately recognized that it was the woman who had just called me with Zhu Ke's mobile phone, and hurriedly stepped forward: "I am, where is Zhu Ke?" ”

Under the night light, there was a face under the woman's delicate makeup, and her slender eyes looked very sharp, she sneered and threw something over, I reflexively caught it, and found that it was Zhu Ke's mobile phone. I just heard the other party say, "If you want to see her, come with me." "After that, I don't care if I agree or not, just turn around and leave.

I didn't have a choice, so I grabbed my phone and followed.

Despite the gloomy and heavy atmosphere, it was impossible not to lose one's attention to the tree. Its crown is broadly umbrella-shaped, with low branches and many branches, while the branches that extend from the side are very thick and the bark is light grayish-yellow. I secretly whispered in my heart: This tree can't be a huanghuali tree, right? How much is such a big tree worth?

"Hurry up!" An impatient urge interrupted my thoughts, and I turned to see the long-haired woman looking at me with contempt. After passing the big tree that was suspected to be a yellow pear, a towering fancy lamp in the middle illuminated all around, and also made the house with a retro atmosphere stand out.

In my impression, most of the villas and private residences are European-style buildings, and this one in front of me is Biwa Zhuyong, the eaves are anti-Yu, and the golden gate is open. That's not all, just a dozen meters away in front of the door, there is a small stream that leads water from nowhere, and there is an arched wooden bridge over the stream.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, one in the sky, and another in the rippling blue waves in the stream.

A typical Jiangnan style of living in the same place, but it is invisibly and atmospheric. Its atmosphere lies in the use of materials.

I noticed that the quiet door in front of me was made of golden silk nanmu, and the lamps hanging on the plain white wall were not ordinary wall lamps, but classical candlesticks.

There is a small parking lot on the right side of the house, and as far as the eye can see, several luxury cars are quietly parked there.

Admittedly, this house has shocked me much more than that. After stepping through the door, a landscape painting is mounted in a glass frame and hung on the wall. If you don't know how to paint, you only feel that this painting is magnificent. But I've been majoring in art for five years, and if I don't even have this kind of vision, I'm really messing around.

That's Zhang Daqian's "Songshan Wonderland"!

The pine is like a dragon, the wind sends the sound of the waves hidden □, if the dark spring is not in vain, the peak shines back on the sunset red.

"Look at a big tree in a daze, look at a painting and be stunned, the little family is rustic!" The words of disdain entered my ears again, and I turned my head to look at her, and took a step closer and asked with pretense of humility, "Do you know what that tree is outside the door?" What age is this painting? I look like I'm very precious. ”

She was stunned by my question, and looked back at the door, where the faint shadow of the tree could still be seen from the doorway, and after a moment she pouted and replied, "I haven't studied the tree, but it's definitely something that people like you haven't seen." As for this painting, it must be at least the Tang Dynasty. ”

I nodded and said happily: "Indeed, where can I see the Huanghuali tree, Zhang Daqian's paintings are also rare, they are really stained." ”

The woman's face couldn't be seen to be colored because of a thick layer of powder, but the shame in her eyes was obvious. Even if she doesn't understand the Huanghuali tree, it is impossible for Zhang Daqian not to know whether he is from the Tang Dynasty.

She gritted her teeth and stamped away, and I smiled at the angry back.

People don't deceive me, I don't deceive others. If someone deceives me, it is a matter of course to reciprocate occasionally.

Behind a hollowed-out mahogany screen, the winding path leads to a long corridor, and the same candelabra lamps as the outdoor ones hang on both sides, dim and soft, and the ground is covered with a soft blanket, on which there is no sound. I don't know if it's because I'm sensitive to the unfamiliar environment, I always feel as if someone is peeping, but there is no one else in the corridor except me and the woman walking one after the other.

The woman stopped in front of a carved mahogany door, and a faint voice could be heard from inside the door, and she looked back at me, the corners of her mouth drawing a strange arc.

My heart sank, and I felt that there must be something waiting for me inside the door.