Dear Mr. Shi

Because she worked overtime last night, she still helped Zhao Jingnan work. Zhao Jingnan very kindly let Song Qinghuan take a half-day holiday and let her go home and have a good rest.

Li Wei left his job in the personnel department yesterday afternoon. Song Qinghuan happened to be crying in the bathroom at that time, so he didn't send it to Li Wei and didn't say goodbye.

Song Qinghuan did not go home immediately after eating the meal at the company, but went directly to Li Wei's house.

Li Wei looked surprised when Song Qinghuan came to find him, but immediately, he warmly invited Song Qinghuan into the house.

It seemed that he didn't sleep well all night, and Li Wei looked a little sick.

Song Qinghuan was upset and uncomfortable, and said very sorry: "I'm sorry, Li Wei, I couldn't help you."

Li Wei smiled softly, and in turn comforted her: "Don't take it too seriously. I actually knew at the time that you can't save it, but I'm not reconciled. That's why I said those things to you, Qinghuan, you don't have to. Any pressure."

"But..." Song Qinghuan still felt very sorry.

If I didn't approach her deliberately, how could I bother her.

"It's okay, don't think too much about it, sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water! There is no drink at home, you will just take a break," Li Wei greeted, then turned to the kitchen.

Song Qinghuan sat on the sofa and looked at the room silently. The small apartment was tidied up very clean. Apart from some simple furnishings and a silver floor lamp, there was nothing else.

The bright sunshine, lazily falling in, looks particularly warm and bright.

On the second floor of the coffee table, Song Qinghuan accidentally glanced at it and found that there was a Patek Philippe watch, which was very valuable at first glance.

This kind of watch can generally be used as a house, and most people simply can't afford it. She shouldn't be able to buy it with Li Wei's salary.

Song Qinghuan was surprised and squinted slightly.

"Qing Huan, do I need some tea for you?" Li Wei's voice came from the kitchen.

Song Qinghuan's thoughts were interrupted, she smiled and shook her head, "No, just plain boiled water."

The mind was still on the Patek Philippe, but she looked away and looked up at the front.

On the right side of the front TV cabinet, there is a very blue and white sculpture porcelain.

The blue and white decoration on the white porcelain gives people a beautiful sense of scenery like the clear water and the blue sky, and gives people an elegant, quiet, bright and noble beauty. In recent years, very blue and white have been very successful in ceramic sculptures, and many people like to collect them. .

This kind of thing should be very common, but when Song Qinghuan saw it, her eyes widened in surprise.

She couldn't believe it, just because it was exactly the same as the birthday present she gave to her brother.

This kind of blue and white sculpture porcelain is sold by many people, and naturally bought by many people. Maybe it's just a coincidence, so Li Wei's house also put one.

But there is one thing, which is certainly not a coincidence, and that is that the blue and white sculpture porcelain she gave to her brother once was carved with a very special sentence.

One-day Zen: "Plain is the most true, Qinghuan is the most beautiful." Because of this sentence, their father named her and his brother, respectively Ping Dan and Qinghuan.

At that time, she was just for people to engrave this sentence on the base of the blue and white sculpture porcelain.

Is this blue and white sculpture porcelain available?

With anxious curiosity and inquiring heart, Song Qinghuan stood up, walked over and picked up the blue and white sculpture porcelain...