Chapter 631 Pearl Clothes

What is he sorry for? Didn't give her a sound?

Song Yaoya was also helpless. In order to dispel Huo Yunque's idea, she quickly changed the subject.

"Brother, why does the Huo family have so many antiques?"

"How?" Huo Yunque glanced over, "More back then, donate a part."

Song Yaoyao: "..."

Forget it, she didn't want to ask.

At first, Song Yaoya was shocked and somewhat interested. But I watched too much, and I was completely indifferent.

It is understandable that Huo Yunque's mood, sitting on so many treasures, can see a lot, it is a bit dull after all.

Before coming, Song Yaoyao was worried about what birthday present she should give to Father Shen. After coming, she was even more worried--

Huo Yunque took out a blue and white porcelain vase from the glass cabinet, "That's it."

"Huh?" Song Yao was dumbfounded.

"Present," Huo Yunque said concisely, he looked at Song Yaoya again, and took another one from the cabinet.

"It's just a couple, we gave it."

He curls his lips, the blue and white porcelain vase is a pair, and he and Song Yao are also a pair.

Is there anything wrong?

Song Yaoya felt that there was nothing wrong, but after thinking about it, she still didn't accept it.

These things are precious, but for these families with deep heritage, they are not particularly rare.

Song Yaoya hoped that the present she gave would be something that Old Man Shen liked.

In the end, the pair of blue-and-white porcelain vases were handled by someone and taken out.

After figuring it out, Song Yaoyao had no previous impetuousness, and could calm down and appreciate these babies.

Those porcelains are well-preserved, and of course some have been dilapidated, but they are still stored. Song Yaoyao has seen ancient bronzes, which are covered with a layer of gray color.

She could even imagine how soldiers in ancient times used it to defend their homes.

People will disappear, but these things will not.

They can't speak, but they have witnessed history. The history is rolling, leaving traces on them.

Thick and story.

The girl's bright white fingers crossed the shelf, light and shadow crossing her delicate little face. There was a kind of primitiveness in the air, mixed with the smell of logs.

Huo Yunque looked sideways, his eyes stopped.

The corners of the lips are lightly raised, calm, but gentle.

Returning back the same way, Song Yaoyao's gaze suddenly fell on a certain glass cabinet, on the human body shelf.

Just like the human body in countless jewelry counters, on the black flannel, there is a pearl dress made of huge round pearls.

The slightly smaller pearls are made of tassels, which are shining brightly and warmly under the light.

"It's so beautiful..." she couldn't help muttering while tilting her head back.

The most rare thing is that none of those pearls are flawed. Glowing light purple, round and full, beautiful people can't move their eyes.

Compared with jewelry, Song Yaoya prefers jade and pearls of his country.

This kind of jewelry is very gentle at the first sound.

Huo Yunque followed the prestige, and when he touched the pearl gown, his eyes became dull in an instant.

Taking advantage of his height, he took off the ‘jewelry’ with his own hands, and his thin lips raised, "It’s very beautiful—"

"Huh? Brother?"

Song Yaoya turned his head, looked at the pearl garment that had appeared in Huo Yunque's hands, and blinked, "Why do you want to..."

Huo Yunque's gaze circulated on her, serious, "good-looking."

"Eh--"

Song Yao made a daze, and recovered that the man had already walked far.

(End of this chapter)