I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 459 Familiar People
Xia Qingdai looked through the rose-covered fence into the yard, and saw an old man wearing a straw hat busy in the flower garden. The scene seemed to have traveled through time and space, overlapping with the eighteenth century.

The people inside didn't notice the sight outside the fence at all, and just kept repeating the same labor, sweat dripping down their heads and faces. Foreigners really sweat easily, and I felt hot just by looking at them.

After a long while, Xia Qingdai sighed with a sense of loss: "Brother, let's go."

This villa looks the same as the one she bought in the 18th century, and it is located in the same place, even the position of the flower garden is the same, but it does not belong to her. The two time and space are like two parallel lines that will never intersect.

Xia Shanglu heard the melancholy in his sister's tone and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Do you like this castle so much? Isn't Buckingham Palace enough for you?"

Not far from here is the world-famous Buckingham Palace of the British royal family. Compared with it, the castle in front of us is indeed far behind in terms of building scale and area. It is no exaggeration to say that there is a world of difference.

He wondered why his sister seemed indifferent to Buckingham Palace, but couldn't even take a step in a place where she couldn't even enter.

"Oh, you don't understand." Xia Qingdai said half-truthfully.

Just as she was about to straighten up and follow her brother to leave, the door that had been closed suddenly opened, and an oriental woman in a silk empire dress walked out.

Xia Qingdai couldn't help but exclaimed, "This woman looks so familiar."

"Who?" Xia Shanglu pushed aside some rose vines and looked inside, but he only saw half of the silhouette of a woman sitting in the car.

But like Xia Qingdai, he also developed a very familiar feeling towards that pretty figure.

The iron gate of the castle slowly opened, and a black sedan drove out. The car windows covered with film blocked out the curious sight of the outside world.

Xia Qingdai and her brother stood there, watching the black car go away. Perhaps it was some mysterious feeling, but the woman in the car suddenly turned her head slightly and looked over, quietly watching the two brothers and sisters standing in front of the rose wall for a while.

The car blended into the heavy traffic and drove away. Even if Xia Qingdai and her brother wanted to see the people inside clearly, they couldn't.

Xia Qingdai was the first to react: "Forget it, don't look at it. Let's go, brother."

"Oh, okay." Xia Shanglu's mind had not yet fully returned to his body, and his head was still a little dazed.

Although he only saw half of the other person's figure just now, it reminded him of someone closest to him - his mother who disappeared many years ago.

But this was impossible, because the woman was still very young. Even if their mother was young when she disappeared, she was nearly 50 years old now. After all, even he and his sister were that old, so how could their mother be young?

The brother and sister were both silent, each with their own thoughts. Just as they were about to leave, a foreign man of unknown age suddenly walked out of the iron gate and said, "You two, are you here to travel in London? I thought you might be interested in coming in and taking a look."

Xia Qingdai was naturally very happy about this unexpected invitation and immediately accepted the invitation to enter the villa, which has now become an ancient castle.

She and her brother entered the living room together, waiting for the housekeeper of the castle to come and show them around. Not long after, an old lady with gray hair came in. Her posture was dignified and reserved, and she didn't look like a housekeeper at all. If the man who led them in just now hadn't said that he was going to ask the housekeeper to come, Xia Qingdai and her brother would definitely have thought that the person in front of them was the mistress of the castle.

"Hello, sorry to bother you." Xia Qingdai greeted politely.

"It's our pleasure. We're glad you like it here. Please follow me."

The housekeeper politely and attentively led the two siblings on a tour. There were no signs of life here. There were several magnificently decorated halls on the first floor, and the furniture was covered with snow-white cotton cloth, which made it look like a wealthy family in the 18th century.

When Xia Qingdai visited other nobles in the 18th century, she would occasionally see furniture covered with white cloth. This was because the house was too big, and there were too many halls and furniture that the owner did not use on a regular basis. In order to avoid dust, they would cover them with clean cloth and then uncover them to decorate the house when entertaining guests.

While Xia Qingdai was touring the place, she silently compared it with the villa that belonged to her in the 18th century.

The layout of the rooms is exactly the same, even the furniture is almost the same, and there is not even a trace of modern equipment in the entire castle. If you change your clothes and walk here, you will feel like you are directly shooting a fairy tale.

The housekeeper led them to visit several rooms with wide views. No matter which window they went to, they could see the beautiful scenery outside the window. It was either the lake view outside or the beautiful scenery in the castle's own garden.

Then she took them to a spacious living room, which was decorated and furnished with elegance. Every piece of furniture had a sense of history, making it easy to imagine the elegance of the owner.

Xia Shanglu had no special feelings about the castle. He was still immersed in the figure he had just seen. Xia Qingdai, on the other hand, was filled with emotion. At this moment, her eyes were attracted by an oil painting hanging on the wall. It was a lifelike portrait. The painter must be a famous artist.

But what attracted Xia Qingdai was not the exquisiteness of the painting, but the face with blonde hair in it.

She silently said a name in her heart - Owen.

"Hey, why does this foreigner look so much like your senior brother, whose name is... Du Zhong, right?" Xia Shanglu also noticed the painting, and he seemed even more surprised than Xia Qingdai.

After all, Xia Qingdai was mentally prepared to see Owen here, and even her own shadow, but Xia Shanglu was not prepared at all. He never expected to see a familiar face in a foreign country.

Du Zhong was born with a Western body and an Eastern skin. Such people are the top beauties that can be found in both the East and the West, such as Sophie Marceau, Audrey Hepburn, Leonardo DiCaprio, Dennis Wu, etc. Du Zhong also looks like this. If he dyes his hair blonde, he will be almost the same as the person in the painting.

"Well, they are a bit similar. Maybe all the good-looking people in this world look similar." Xia Qingdai replied casually.

When she first saw Du Zhong, she also thought he looked like Owen. But no matter how similar they were, she could tell them apart at a glance, after all, the hair color alone was completely different.

There is still a big difference in the feeling that blonde hair and black hair give people.

The two people communicated in Chinese, which the housekeeper could not understand, so she looked at the brother and sister curiously and asked with a smile if they were interested in the person in the portrait.