Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

What was a pity? Not being able to smash things in front of her?

Song Yaoyao felt helpless. In order to dispel Huo Yunque’s thoughts, she quickly changed the topic.

“Gege, why do the Huos have so many antiques?”

“Is this a lot?” Huo Yunque glanced over. “There used to be more. I already donated a portion.”

Song Yaoyao: “…”

Forget it, she didn’t want to ask anymore.

At first, Song Yaoyao was still shocked and interested. But after looking at them for a while, she lost interest.

She could understand how Huo Yunque felt. With so many treasures, looking at them too much would eventually get boring.

Before she came, song Yaoyao was worried about what to give Grandfather Shen for his birthday. But after she arrived here, she was even more worried

Huo Yunque took out a blue and white porcelain vase from the glass cabinet. “This will do.”

“Huh?” Song Yaoyao was stunned.

“Gift,” Huo Yunque said concisely. He looked at Song Yaoyao again and took out another one from the cabinet.

“Perfect, make it a pair. It can be from the two of us.”

He curled his lips. The blue and white porcelain vase was a pair, and he and Song Yaoyao were also a pair.

Was there something wrong?

Song Yaoyao also felt that there was nothing wrong, but she thought about it and still did not accept it.

These things were valuable, but to these families with deep roots, they were not particularly rare items.

Song Yaoyao hoped that the gift she gave would be something Elder Shen would like.

But in the end, the blue and white porcelain vases were still brought out.

After thinking it through, Song Yaoyao no longer had the impetuousness she had before. She could quietly admire these treasures.

Those porcelain vases were well-preserved. Of course, some of them were already broken, but they were still kept. Song Yaoyao saw the ancient bronze vessels covered with a layer of gray luster.

She could even imagine how the ancient soldiers used them to defend their country.

People would disappear, but these things would not.

They could not speak, but they had witnessed history. The long river of history had left traces on their bodies.

They were sturdy and they had stories.

The young girl’s white fingers slid across the shelf, and the light and shadow shone on her delicate little face. The air gave off an ancient smell, mixed with the smell of logs.

Huo Yunque looked sideways, and his gaze stopped.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly. He did not change his expression, but his gaze was gentle and affectionate.

They returned the way they came. Suddenly, Song Yaoyao’s gaze fell on a glass cabinet and the mannequin inside.

It was like a human body in a jewelry cabinet. On the black velvet cloth, there was a pearl garment made of large round pearls.

The slightly smaller pearls were made into tassels, and they shone with a warm and lustrous light under the light.

“So beautiful…” she looked up and could not help but mutter.

The rarest thing was that none of the pearls were flawed. They were suffused with a light purple color, round and full, so beautiful that one could not take their eyes off them.

Compared to the other jewelry, Song Yaoyao preferred her own country’s jade and pearls.

This type of jewelry sounded delicate.

Huo Yunque looked over. When his gaze came into contact with the pearl garment, it instantly turned dark.

He used his height advantage to personally take off the ‘accessory’, and his thin lips curled up. “Yes, it’s very beautiful…”

“Huh? Gege?”

Song Yaoyao turned her head and looked at the pearl garment that had appeared in Huo Yunque’s hand. She blinked. “Why did you…”

Huo Yunque’s gaze swept across her body, and he said in all seriousness, “It’s beautiful.”

“Huh?”

Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment. By the time she snapped out of her daze, the man had already walked far away.