I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 460 Is it all coincidence?
"We mean that the man in the portrait looks very similar to a friend of ours." Xia Qingdai explained to the housekeeper.

"Is it such a coincidence?" The housekeeper was very surprised to hear this, with a look of disbelief on her face.

Xia Qingdai thought for a moment, opened her phone, and took out the photo she had taken with him on the day of Du Zhong's graduation ceremony. She handed it to the housekeeper and said, "Here, you can take a look."

"Oh, my God! I can't believe there is someone who looks so much like Earl Owen in the far east! Is he a descendant of our Owen family?"

Xia Qingdai shrugged: "I don't know about that."

The housekeeper sighed a few more times before introducing the castle to Xia Qingdai and her brother and sister, "This castle was passed down by Mr. Isaac Owen in the portrait. In his former room, there is a portrait of a mysterious woman. Are you interested in taking a look?"

The housekeeper seemed to enjoy telling anecdotes about Mr. Irving, and her eyes lit up a little when she talked about him.

"Oh, of course, if it's convenient, please take us over for a tour."

"Okay, please follow me." The housekeeper took brisk steps and led the two to the next room.

This is a very large suite. When you open the door, the first thing that comes into view is a living room with distinct functions. There is also a small study room separated off to the side, and the entire wall behind the desk has been made into a bookcase.

The painting that the housekeeper was talking about was not in the living room or study, but was hung on the wall of the bedroom further inside, facing an antique four-poster bed.

"Look, the portrait is right here."

Xia Qingdai and Xia Shanglu looked at the portrait along the direction the housekeeper pointed. The woman in the picture was leaning on a chaise longue covered with animal skins, with only a little bit of her profile visible, and her posture was lazy.

Even if you can't see the face of the woman in the painting, just looking at her back and the composition of the whole painting can make people feel the charm of the person in the painting. This is the so-called killer from behind.

Xia Shanglu touched his chin and felt a little weird. The person in the picture also gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This castle is really strange, and there is something unusual about it everywhere.

At first, his sister was inexplicably interested in this unknown castle in the world. Before entering, she saw a woman who looked very much like her mother leaving the castle by car. Then, on the wall of the castle, she saw a portrait of a man who looked very much like her sister's senior in college.

Then he went into the master bedroom of the castle and saw a portrait of a woman that gave him a very familiar feeling. If he said it was a coincidence, there were too many coincidences.

While he was thinking, the housekeeper's voice came to his ears again: "It is said that this portrait was painted by Mr. Irving himself. If Mr. Irving was not such a low-key gentleman, he might have become an excellent painter."

When the housekeeper praised the ancestor of the Owen family from the 18th century, the corners of her mouth were raised, which showed that she had heard many legends about him since she was a child.

Xia Qingdai and her sister listened silently as the housekeeper fondly talked about the master who lived hundreds of years ago.

She felt very uncomfortable. She had been here for such a long time, but she had never heard the housekeeper mention anything about the current owner. She just kept talking about the past.

Of course, what she said was also very nice.

The housekeeper then went on to talk about the history of the furniture in the room, and Xia Qingdai just listened to it as a story.

Finally, she and her brother enjoyed a pure English afternoon tea in the salon of the castle. The housekeeper treated the two uninvited guests very attentively and attentively, not at all like the cold and arrogant British people in the rumors. During the tea break, Xia Shanglu finally found an opportunity to turn the topic to the woman who had left the castle by car earlier.

The housekeeper remained tight-lipped about the matter and was unwilling to say anything more to her children.

The two of them sat there until the sun set before saying goodbye and leaving.

Xia Shanglu didn't wait for the person he wanted to wait for, and he felt a little disappointed, but he didn't show it on his face, so Xia Qingdai naturally had no idea.

After saying goodbye to the housekeeper and walking out of the castle, it was really late. The two drank a bellyful of red tea, but they were not hungry at all.

If the housekeeper had offered to treat them to dinner, they would have probably stayed shamelessly. But unfortunately, she didn't, so they had to leave when the time came.

The brother and sister walked slowly along the Thames to the hotel where they were staying. Both of them had a lot on their minds and didn't say anything along the way. Because both sides were absent-minded, no one noticed the other's abnormality.

When they were almost at the hotel, Xia Qingdai turned her head and asked her brother, "Brother, why have you been asking questions about the hostess of the castle today? You were not the kind of person who liked to listen to gossip before."

Xia Shanglu was silent for a moment. He did not tell his sister the real reason. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "I'm just curious. Just think about how strange this castle is. There is actually a portrait of someone who looks like your senior brother. Alas, could your senior brother Du be a mixed-race? He does look like a mixed-race."

Although the Chinese population is mainly composed of Han people with oriental faces, there are indeed many people with more westernized looks. After all, there are all kinds of ethnic groups among the 56 ethnic groups, even Caucasians.

Xia Qingdai replied: "I don't know about that, and I haven't asked him, but I know he is from the mountains in the southwest, and he is definitely not a foreigner."

"Is that so?" Xia Shanglu nodded without further investigation.

Compared to Du Zhong's affairs, he was of course more interested in the woman he had caught a glimpse of today.

"We had afternoon tea at each other's house today. Should we bring some gifts tomorrow to reciprocate?" Before stepping into the hotel lobby, Xia Shanglu suddenly said to his sister.

Xia Qingdai said indifferently: "It's up to you. Isn't it always you who is in charge of this kind of thing?"

From childhood to adulthood, Xia Qingdai never cared about the interpersonal relationships in their family, always letting her brother make the decisions.

"Then let's go do the shopping after dinner and go tomorrow."

"Oh, all right. But isn't our flight to Hampshire tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes. So you should get up early tomorrow and we will visit in the morning."

"Oh, I see." Xia Qingdai didn't think much about it. Since her brother wanted to go again, then let him go.

Although she had seen almost everything she should have seen, she probably wouldn't be able to see anything special if she looked at it again. This wasn't really her villa, and the time and space of the two were different.

Today she didn't see the room that once belonged to her, only Owen's suite.

The Owen family in this time and space could not have any intersection with her, otherwise Mozart, who was saved by her, would cause a time paradox.