Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 742 Peach Wood Card (1)

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Brunei Street, Moxuan.

Song Xuan, who was dressed in pale blue, came back to his home from the province. When he saw Lin Qingmei standing in front of the shop, waiting eagerly with her bulging belly, he was always reserved. He couldn't help it. Putting down the suitcase in his hand, he stretched out his hand, hugged her lightly, and said softly, "Qingmei, I'm back."

Lin Qingmei pursed her lips, put her head lightly on his shoulder, touched her stomach and said, "Just come back, my baby and I have been waiting for you to come back."

Song Xuan reached out to touch her belly, his tired eyes lit up, and he shouted happily, "He moved, Qingmei, he kicked my hand just now, it's amazing."

Lin Qingmei smiled lovingly, and stretched out her hand to cover the hand on her belly, her eyes filled with satisfaction, "He can't wait to communicate with Dad."

"Yes, I can't wait to meet the little guy." Song Xuan said happily.

He was already middle-aged. Ten years ago, when he saw five-year-old Yang Zimei for the first time, he was attracted by her big black bright and intelligent eyes.

Seeing Yang Zimei ten years later, she has grown into a slender girl, but he realized that he was getting old unknowingly, and he could no longer have distracting thoughts about her, so he agreed to a blind date with Lin Qingmei.

Originally, he thought he would have a very painful life.

However, with her gentle feminine heart, Lin Qingmei gradually warmed and moved him, making his life peaceful and satisfying like never before.

Lin Qingmei took his hand, walked through the store, entered the backyard, and made him sit down at the stone table under the tree, "Song Xuan, sit down first, I'll go to the kitchen and get you something to eat."

Song Xuan held her back and asked her to sit down as well, and said with a warm smile, "Qingmei, I'm not hungry, just sit with me and chat."

Seeing the anticipation on his face, Lin Qingmei sat down, looked at him softly, stretched out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and asked with concern: "Is there something wrong with this academic seminar?" matter?"

Song Xuan shook his head, "No, I just want to chat."

Although he said so, as a wife, how could she not see a certain kind of tiredness in his eyes?
"What is the content of this seminar?"

Lin Qingmei asked.

"It's all some antique dynamics, nothing particularly novel, except for one—"

"Huh? What makes you feel novel?"

"A mahogany card!"

Song Xuan took out his digital camera and took out the photos, "Look, is this mahogany card very similar to Xiaomei's?"

"Well, they are almost exactly the same, maybe the pattern is slightly different." Lin Qingmei raised her eyes and asked Song Xuan, "Could it be that the main research purpose of this academic seminar is this mahogany plaque?"

"Yes."

Song Xuan flipped through a few photos taken from different angles at random, "This brand, from the material point of view, is undoubtedly peach wood. But the strange thing is that the age of this peach wood is impossible to detect, it seems to be at least several thousand years old Its history is average. Logically speaking, it is impossible for the material of mahogany to last for so many years. In addition, the pattern of this mahogany plaque is very strange, without any characteristics of the times, and no one knows what it means."

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(End of this chapter)