All The Hotshots Love Me [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 119

The black car slowly stopped outside a courtyard. The courtyard has been around for a few years. Roses in May bloom all over the cyan stone wall. The delicate flowers and green leaves are blowing with the breeze, and the sea of ​​flowers is like a tide.

The assistant got out of the passenger seat and opened the rear door. The people in the car stepped on their long legs and stepped onto the ground. They were dressed in suits and leather shoes and shiny leather shoes. Just a wrist watch was enough to make ordinary people struggle for a lifetime.

As a male, he was obviously successful. Looking at the age of only thirty-five and sixteen, he was tall and straight, with a handsome face, and the words of the winner of life were written all over his body.

“This is it?” Xing Yan raised his eyelids and looked at the courtyard in front of him.

It is true that Shen’s family has a lot of heritage to be able to keep quiet in today’s urban area where there is little land and no money, and to keep such a small courtyard.

Unfortunately, only the bottom line is left.

He remembered something, and shook his head regretfully, but he smiled.

“Yes, this is the residence of Old Shen.” Assistant Xiaolin replied.

Xing Yan lifted his chin, “Go knock on the door.”

Xiaolin snapped the ancient copper ring on the wooden door, waiting for someone to open it, and suddenly a melodious music came out in the courtyard.

The music is lingering, one after another, uninterrupted, with a sweet and peaceful sadness.

“Canon…” Xiao Lin muttered.

“What?” Xing Yan raised his brows.

Kobayashi hurriedly said: “This violin piece is Pachelbel’s “Canon in D major.”

Xing Yan laughed, “Can’t you see that you are still a cultural person?”

Xiao Lin was embarrassed and said, “This song is very popular—”

At this moment, there was a squeak, the courtyard door opened, he shut up, and explained his identity to the people inside the door.

After the courtyard door was opened, the sound of the music became clearer. It seemed that the player was in the courtyard. Xing Yan glanced boredly, but did not find where the person was.

The one who came to open the door was a babysitter. After hearing the intention, they asked them to wait a while and hurried into the house to spread the word.

“Mr. Xing, Mr. Shen is taking a lunch break. Let’s wait a while.” Xiaolin explained that he was afraid that he would be impatient.

“It’s okay,” Xing Yan didn’t care much. “Educated people, the rules are always better than others.”

The two waited outside the courtyard with a continuous violin song. The song lasted only a few minutes and stopped shortly after. The ears suddenly became empty, which made people feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, the nanny came to invite them in soon.

The Shen’s yard is not too big, a winding cobblestone path leads from the door to the main house, and there are many flowers and trees on both sides of the path.

Out of the corner of Xing Yan’s eyes, he saw a famous woman sitting on the balcony of a small building on the side, surrounded by rose flowers, with his back to the courtyard, unable to see her face, only the loosely rolled up long hair and a white and slender back were vaguely visible. On the neck, she was wiping a violin in her hand, apparently the one who played the tune just now.

The image only flashed past, and Xing Yan strode into the main room.

This time I visited the Shen family because it was two months later, the 65th birthday of the family’s old mother. He collected a small pink and blue square pot as a birthday gift. It is said to be an official kiln in the Song Dynasty, but he is not sure. , Bring it and ask Old Man Shen to palm his hands.

At this time, on the balcony of the small building, the woman who wiped the violin and cleaned the rosin was naturally Jiang Rui, and Xing Yan was the target of her trip.

The identity she exchanged in this world is Shen Chuyin, the only granddaughter of the Shen family.

The Shen family is not a wealthy family, but a scholarly family. There were several scholars from the ancestors, and all the younger generations were literati and scholars. Shen Lao taught in the College of Arts in the early years. Although he has retired in recent years, he has not been left out in front of him. Because he has a background of knowledge, unique insight, and has a great research on antiques and cultural relics, he often comes to visit with the same purpose as Xing Yan. .

Shen Chuyin’s father died young, and his mother remarried. He grew up with his grandparents since he was a child. He only loves music and was raised a little bit of world affairs. He looks upright and indifferent, but he is innocent and simple. A few months ago, she had a relationship with a cellist in the orchestra. She took it seriously. She didn’t know that she was just playing, and within three months she broke up with her on the grounds of boredom.

Shen Chuyin was confused and drove accidentally into the river at night. Because no one noticed it, he quickly lost his life.

Her wish was that Jiang Rui could replace her and support her grandfather and grandmother every day. As for the cellist, she did not mention it.

Jiang Rui finished wiping the piano body, put the towel aside, picked up the bow and tried a few times, then continued to practice the next piece of music.

In the front room, Shen Lao set up reading glasses and looked at the small square pot Xing Yan brought back and forth with a magnifying glass under the lamp. After a long time, he let out a sullen breath, “Since Mr. Xing believes me, the old man will tell the truth. This is an imitation of the Song Dynasty official kiln during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty, not the genuine one.

Xiao Lin’s heart tightened, and his head hung down, afraid to look at the face of his boss.

Xing Yan’s complexion didn’t change much, he picked up the small square pot and looked at it, and he was about to throw it into the box he brought.

Old Shen was taken aback. He grabbed the lower pot with a neatness he shouldn’t be at his age, and stared at him: “Although it is a fake, the value of the fake is not much lower than the real one during the Chenghua period. You just don’t want it, don’t ruin it. !”

Xing Yan didn’t expect that his random actions could cause such a big reaction from the old man. He didn’t know how to do it. He only heard that it was not a genuine product. Of course he thought it was a worthless fake. He immediately wanted to smash it. Who expected this old man to speak slowly. Tun Tun, only half of it.

The old man Shen held the small square pot like a baby, carefully put it into the box, and finally looked at it, then sighed, shook his head slowly, and said, “The old man has insufficient energy to keep guests.

This meant to see off the guests, Xing Yan gave Xiaolin a wink.

Xiao Lin immediately understood and handed over a check respectfully, “A little meaning is not respectable, I hope the old man will accept it.”

Old man Shen did not read the check, and nodded coldly.

“Excuse me today, goodbye.” Xing Yan stood up and said politely, then turned and walked out, Xiao Lin hurrying to keep up with the box.

When they walked away, Old Man Shen put the check in the drawer, glanced at the amount above, frowned when he saw a string of zeros behind, and opened his mouth to ask the nanny to stop the person, thinking about it and giving it up, only shook it again. Shaking his head, “This Xingjia…”

He didn’t say what he said in the back, after all, talking about people behind his back is not the work of a gentleman.

In fact, even if he uttered the words “wealth and wealth” in front of Xing Yan, he would not feel offended, because he was indeed wealthy and he never intended to conceal this.

Although the Xing family is a good family in Lincheng, the real fortune is only the matter of these two generations. The time of wealth is short and there is no background. In the eyes of those who have inherited the family for more than 100 years and the real upper class, their family It is the nouveau riche.

Xing Yan’s evaluation of others is clear, and he admits that he is a nouveau riche, but even so, those so-called high-ranking portals who are above the top, when they see him, they have to be polite, and even rush to flatter. ?

Not why, because he is richer, richer than others, and he can do whatever he wants.

He stepped out of the main room and heard the sound of the violin again. He raised his head and glanced at the balcony. Due to the angle, he finally saw the slightly drooping side of his face this time, and asked Xiaolin casually: “Who is that?”

Xiao Lin thought for a while and said, “It should be Mr. Shen’s granddaughter.”

The people on the balcony also saw two strangers coming to the house, put down their violin and glanced here, their faces were cold and cold, with reservedness.

“Yeah, a literate cold beauty.” Xing Yan whistled in his heart.

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