Chapter 275 Grandma's Authentic Works
"Thanks."
Out of politeness, Zhou Shuang still thanked him.
Qi Huaijing simply got into the driver's seat and steered steadily towards his villa.
"You don't have to go to the company this afternoon. I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the environment first."
Zhou Shuang was speechless. Even if he needed to be familiar with his house, it would be a single-story apartment or a three-story villa of a few hundred square meters at most.
When the car arrived at Qi Huaijing's front yard, Zhou Shuang was stunned by the heavy, tightly closed copper door and the Chinese-style garden building surrounded by high walls.
It was not only a far cry from what she had imagined, it had absolutely nothing to do with it.
Walking on the bluestone ground, willows on both sides of the road sway gently in the wind, and the air is filled with the breath of spring. There are two big stone lions with pearls in their mouths at the door, and the bronze door is inlaid with green dragon rings, but it does not look like it was newly cast, but it looks quite old.
My grandfather’s house in Haicheng doesn’t have a courtyard as grand as this one. Just looking at the door lintel is enough to make people feel awe.
"Is this your home?"
It would be too extravagant to let her stay temporarily. She really needed him to bring her some "familiarity". After all, her uncle was a wealthy family in Beijing. But this kind of courtyard could probably only be seen in the real ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.
"Yes, it's the ancestral home to be exact."
It was passed down through sixteen generations until it came to him. He originally planned to donate it to be used as a tourist attraction, but there are all kinds of birds in the forest. His good intentions could not withstand the destruction of uncivilized people, so he had to take it back and live in it himself.
They stood in front of the door and the bronze door opened with a sound.
A small red dot flashed above Zhou Shuang's head. Although it was an ancient building, it was fully secure.
"The Second Young Master is back?"
The housekeeper came out and saw him and Zhou Shuang beside him, with a hint of surprise in his tone.
Maybe it was the wrong time, or maybe it was the wrong person, Zhou Shuang always felt that she shouldn't be here.
"Um."
The butler's eyes moved to the box next to Qi Huaijing, and Zhou Shuang, who looked as pure as a college student who had just entered school. In the end, the butler chose to remain silent.
"Well, I'm not. I have nothing to do with him. I'm just staying here."
Qi Huaijing glanced at Zhou Shuang, and the housekeeper walked forward expressionlessly. Keeping a distance from them, Zhou Shuang couldn't help herself in the end.
"I'm an adult, sir."
The veins on the back of Qi Huaijing's hand bulged, and the housekeeper's expression was a little ferocious: "I understand, Second Young Master. If there is nothing else, I will go to work first."
As he walked, he made no secret of his disdain for Zhou Shuang.
"Butler Li is less than fifty years old. You can just call him Uncle Li from now on."
Zhou Shuang looked completely disheveled, and his serious expression made people feel that he was not young even though he didn't have a single white hair on his head.
She couldn't help but feel a little angry because the housekeeper had just looked at her as if she were a minor.
"oh."
What a look.
Zhou Shuang followed Qi Huaijing inside. The corridors, courtyards and pavilions with an ancient texture came into view. If she wore a Chinese silk skirt, she would feel like she had traveled back to the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
It can be seen that every pillar of this house is quite old. The architectural skills of carving dragons and painting phoenixes are definitely not something that can be achieved by just having money. The cultural heritage is there.
Going up to the second floor, there was an ink painting hanging on the wall. She looked at the seal at the signature and concealed her surprise.
"how?"
Noticing that Zhou Shuang had stopped, Qi Huaijing also stopped.
"nothing."
Qi Huaijing actually collected her grandmother's paintings.
And it's hanging in such a conspicuous place.
I remember that my mother seemed to have spent her entire life on two things: one was raising her three siblings, and the other was searching the world for her grandmother's belongings.
Some are jade, and some are paintings.
My grandmother was a real girl from an aristocratic family. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially her calligraphy and ink painting, which were unique. The Haicheng Museum had one of her paintings in its collection. Of course, Lin Shu would not ask for that painting back, so he just considered it a donation to the country, which was also a glory for the Lin family.
Qi Huaijing glanced at the painting that caught her eye and said calmly, "That was given to Grandpa by a comrade-in-arms. He said it was a painting of the woman he loved most. Unfortunately, they couldn't be together, and he couldn't keep it, so he gave it to Grandpa, hoping to preserve it for him."
Zhou Shuang's mind buzzed and he withdrew his thoughts.
The relics of our ancestors are so complicated, it seems that it will be difficult to get them back.
“It’s a really nice painting.”
Oh--
Zhou Shuang's smile was a little fake, and her expression looked as if she was eager to possess it.
Qi Huaijing frowned. The Zhou family was rich enough to rival a nation, so why were they still missing a painting? Or maybe he simply liked it.
"Do you like ink painting?"
He asked, and Zhou Shuang answered a little guilty.
"I've learned a little bit, but I can't say I like it."
I wonder if I can secretly take it off the wall at night.
"There are surveillance cameras everywhere, except in the room, so there won't be any security issues."
Qi Huaijing reminded her kindly, but Zhou Shuang always felt that he seemed to be hinting at something.
“…”
Haha, mind reading?
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