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Chapter 983 Xia Huanxi Business Chapter 171 Signed, the grass is low.

Chu Ci looked at her quietly: "It's not something precious, you don't have to be afraid."

He said so, and it would be hypocritical to refuse again. Xia Huan immediately took it, opened it, took a look, and then fell silent.

It is an oil painting, under the blue sky, is a golden pasture, golden maple trees stand quietly, a small road next to it stretches into the distance, and an ancient carriage carrying straw passes by leisurely, rushing to the distance and risking Several houses in Qingyan...

Signed, the wind is low.

The wind and grass are low.

This name, which became famous overnight because of its beautiful and melodious painting style ten years ago, disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye a year later, leaving only a handful of 8 oil paintings, which directly caused their prices to be lower than those after that. Over and over again in the past ten years.

Regarding her whereabouts, there are different opinions. Some people say that she was exhausted and committed suicide because she couldn't bear it. Some people said that she passed away unexpectedly... After all, she did not escape the conclusion of death.

Xia Huan actually didn't have much research on painting, but his father liked to collect antique paintings, but later his family fell into ruin, and most of his collections were sold...

She was ignorant when she was a child, and once lost her temper because her father failed to attend her parent meeting, and tore up an oil painting he liked very much. That was the first time and the only time that her father beat her.

She still remembers the signature of the oil painting until now—the grass is low.

If a seven-figure oil painting is not a precious thing, then she can't think of anything more precious.

"This one……"

She frowned, and was hesitating how to refuse, when she heard Chu Ci explain in a low voice: "This is an imitation, I heard that your father liked the works of low wind and grass when he was alive, so I asked a friend to imitate one , I hope you don't mind."

Xia Huan looked at him suspiciously: "Imitation?"

This painting looks old, the edges of the paper are a little yellowed, and the colors are beautiful and the layers are clear, it's not like ordinary people can imitate it.

Chu Ci put down the teacup: "If you mind that it's a fake..."

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

Xia Huan shook his head hastily, glanced at the painting in his hand again, and said, "I've seen all the paintings with low wind and grass, but I don't remember such a picture..."

"Well, my friend just imitated her style."

Xia Huan nodded to show that he understood, and then put away the painting: "I like it very much, thank you."

……

By the time I got back to the apartment, it was already 12 o'clock at night.

This dreadful Valentine's Day is finally over.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the elevator door opened, Xiga's small eyes full of resentment appeared in front of him.

Seeing her, he immediately asked, "Where did you go? Didn't the crew give you half a day off? You didn't even answer the phone."

It's not that he didn't see the call, it's just that he didn't bother to answer it. Anyway, he never had anything serious.

Xia Huan walked around him and opened the door to go in: "What do you need from me?"

"Isn't today Valentine's Day? I have to come and see you, daughter-in-law. Look, I brought you a barbecue."

"I have already eaten."

Xihe's expression changed: "... Who did you eat with? Male or female? Ugly or handsome?"

Xia Huan stood by the bar and poured himself a glass of water, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Second young master, you come to me with a gaudy perfume smell, so don't play with the affectionate style. Your brother pretends to be a bit more like you."

(End of this chapter)