After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 275 A hairpin for a small bowl

This small enamel bowl is different from the four that were photographed at the charity gala earlier.

As soon as Nan Song took it in his hand, he was like a wolf seeing meat, his eyes were so bright that it was scorching.

"Is this from the Yongzheng period?"

Yu Jinwen's eyes also lit up.

He knew that Nan Song was very knowledgeable about antiques, but he didn't expect her vision to be so accurate.

He raised his lips and smiled, "Yes."

Then he asked, "How did you tell?"

Nan Song slowly turned the small bowl with a white background, and lines of information flashed through his mind: an enamel bowl with plum blossom and peony patterns, made in the Yongzheng year, with a skimmed lip, curved walls, and a circle foot.White glaze is applied inside.The outer wall is painted with enamel on two plum blossoms, with old and strong branches and delicate colors.Peonies are in full bloom under the trees.

She said unconsciously: "During the Kangxi period, there were few enamel decorations and the patterns were simple; the Yongzheng enamels were painted with flowers, landscapes, figures, etc., with poems, inscriptions, and seals. They liked to integrate the poetry, calligraphy, paintings, and seals of traditional calligraphy and painting. Style. In addition, the Kangxi Dynasty preferred deep bottoms, while the Yongzheng Dynasty mostly preferred white bottoms."

"Well said."

Yu Jinwen's eyes showed admiration, "This is exactly the enamel bowl with plum blossom and peony pattern from the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty."

As soon as Nan Song saw the poem inscribed in ink on the side of the bowl, Yu Jinwen read it out.

"It's good to sing hundreds of thousands of sounds at will. The beautiful flowers and green grass are new every time."

Yu Jinwen smiled slightly and said, "Give it to you."

When he said these three words, Nan Song was still in a daze.

She suddenly remembered that at the charity party, they took pictures of the four small enamel bowls together. He had been arguing with her over the price, and finally he took the picture of the four small bowls. At that time, he was very protective of the food.

"Give it to me?"

Nan Song's eyes were still on the small bowl, but she had already put it back into the box. She smiled lightly, "When did Mr. Yu become so generous? Are you willing to give me such a precious thing?"

She clicked the wooden box lightly and said, "I accept it."

Yu Jinwen was afraid that she would not accept it, so when he heard that she said she would accept it, his expression immediately relaxed.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Song said again: "You can make a price."

Yu Jinwen's heart that had just dropped suddenly rose again, and his pupils shrank, "What?"

"I don't know where you got it from, but it must have taken a lot of effort."

Nan Song said softly: "Mr. Yu never does business at a loss. I know this. With such a good treasure, I can't let you lose money, right? Or maybe you have something in mind. As long as I can take it out, I won't have any objections."

She acted like a businesswoman and didn't talk about feelings with him, but directly talked about money with him.

It was like a cold knife stabbing straight into his heart.

Yu Jinwen's throat was tight, and he spoke slowly and hard after a while, "I... gave you something, not because I wanted you to give me money, nor because I wanted to ask for anything from you. I just want you to be happy."

"I'm very happy."

Nan Song did not hide his emotions, "But if you have no merit and no salary, brothers will have to settle the accounts. What's more, we are not even friends, we are just divorced..."

The word "husband and wife" cannot be said.

It's a bit ridiculous to say it.

In name only, how can we talk about a couple?

"In short, the money should be given."

Nan Song's beautiful eyes showed no emotion at all. Seeing that Yu Jinwen refused to speak, she said: "Okay, I'll ask Gu Heng to go to the bank to write a check and give it to you according to the market price. Or, I can give you a gift in return... …”

Before he finished speaking, Yu Jinwen said: "I want the hairpin in your hair."

Nan Song was startled, and Yu Jinwen pulled out the wooden hairpin she used to insert her hair.

Half-long black hair fell down one shoulder.

"That's it." Yu Jinwen held the wooden hairpin in his hand.

Nan Song frowned, "That's just an ordinary wooden hairpin, worthless."

She bought the wooden hairpin from a street stall when she and Luo You were shopping. The wood was pretty good, and it was just a bare piece of wood. She bought it casually to tie her hair, and when she had nothing to do in the ward, she used a carving knife to A rose was carved on it, and her name "Nan Song" was engraved in small regular script, which was barely noticeable.

But no matter what, there is a huge difference in value between a 20 yuan hairpin and an antique enamel. "I have the final say on whether it's worth it or not. I think it's pretty good."

Yu Jinwen put the hairpin away, fearing that Nan Song would chase him and give him money. He hurriedly put the lunch box away and left. When he left, he said, "I'll leave first. I'll come back during dinner."

Again?

Nan Song frowned deeply and called him from behind, "Yu Jinwen!"

Don't come here!
The door closed with a snap.

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In the consulting room next door, Luo You was lying on the bed doing acupuncture, and turned his attention to Quan Yeqian who was standing by.

"Say, brother? Why do you come here every day? Do you like to see me getting needles so much?"

Quan Yeqian held the black mobile phone and raised his head when he heard the words, "Yeah."

Luo You: "Huh?"

Quan Yeqian: "It's quite fun."

"My Nima..."

As soon as she moved, Su Yin said: "Hey, don't move."

Luo You didn't dare to move and just gave Quan Yeqian a fierce look.

If she hadn't been injured and had to give him a good beating, what did she say?

Luo You turned his head and looked at Fu Yu on the other side, "Why are you here to join in the fun again?"

Fu Yu sat on the sofa and gently raised his waist, "I'm also waiting to get an acupuncture."

"However," he said with a smile, "it's quite interesting to see you being pricked by needles. Little Luotuo, the female machine gunner of the dignified Jiaolong Brigade, also has this day. No, I have to take a picture and show it to my comrades. Du Lele It’s better to have fun together.”

As he said this, Fu Yu was about to take out his phone and turn on the camera, but he met Quan Yeqian's cold and sharp eyes.

"If you don't want to die, put your phone away."

His tone was cold, without any warmth.

Luo You was about to get angry when he heard Quan Yeqian's voice and lay back down again.

Fu Yu curled his lips, not sure if he was afraid of Quan Yeqian, but put the phone away anyway.

Su Yin inserted the needle into Luo You and smiled softly, "Little Camel? Aunt You, is this your nickname?"

"That's right, operation code."

Luo You lay there sadly, "It sounds so ugly. They got it for me."

"They" refers to Yu Jinwen and Fu Yu.

Su Yin smiled and said: "It's quite cute."

Then he turned his attention to Fu Yu, "Brother Fa Cai, what is your operation code name?"

Fu Yu pursed his lower lip and said without blushing, "I didn't."

"No, he has."

Luo You immediately broke down the trouble, and then said with a smile: "His name is - dried fish."

"Little dried fish?"

Su Yin asked with great interest: "Why?"

Fu Yu looked at Luo You warningly and refused to let her speak.

Luo You didn't care about him. He smiled mischievously and said meaningfully, "Because Yu Jinwen is an old fisherman."

"Huh?" Su Yin was puzzled.

Quan Yeqian sneered, "One old and one young, they are really close. For those who don't know, they thought it was a father-son relationship."

Fu Yu narrowed his eyes.

The other party challenges you and lacks a beating!
(End of this chapter)