This small enamel bowl is different from the four ones I photographed at the charity gala earlier.

As soon as Nan Song took it in his hand, he was like a wolf seeing meat, his eyes were bright and burning.

"Is this from the Yongzheng period?"

Yu Jinwen's eyes also lit up.

He knew that Nan Song was very knowledgeable about antiques, but he didn't expect her eyesight to be so accurate.

He raised his lips and smiled, "Yes."

Then he asked, "How did you tell?"

Nan Song slowly turned the small bowl with a white background, and lines of information were already flashing through his mind: enamel bowl with plum blossom and peony patterns, made in the Yongzheng year, with a skimmed lip, curved walls, and ring feet. White glaze on the inside and outer wall.

Two plum blossoms are depicted with enamel. The branches are old and strong, and the colors are delicate. The peonies are in full bloom under the trees.

She said unconsciously: "During the Kangxi period, the enamel decorations were less and the patterns were simple; the Yongzheng enamels were painted with flowers, landscapes, figures, etc., with poems, inscriptions, and seals. They liked to integrate traditional calligraphy and painting poems, calligraphy, paintings, and seals.

Style. In addition, the Kangxi Dynasty mostly liked dark bottoms, while the Yongzheng Dynasty mostly preferred white bottoms."

"Well said."

Yu Jinwen's eyes showed admiration, "This is exactly the enamel bowl with plum blossom and peony pattern from the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty."

As soon as Nan Song saw the poem inscribed in ink on the side of the bowl, Yu Jinwen read it out.

"It's good to sing hundreds of thousands of sounds at will, and the beautiful flowers and green grass are new every time."

Yu Jinwen smiled slightly and said, "Give it to you."

When he said these three words, Nan Song was still in a daze.

She suddenly remembered that at the charity party, they took pictures of the four small enamel bowls together. He had been arguing with her over the price, and finally he took the picture of the four small bowls. He was very protective of the food at that time.

"Give it to me?"

Nan Song's eyes were still on the small bowl, but she had already put it back into the box. She smiled faintly, "When did Mr. Yu become so generous? Are you willing to give me such a precious thing?"

She clicked the wooden box lightly and said, "I accept it."

Yu Jinwen was afraid that she would not accept it, so when he heard her say that he would accept it, his expression immediately relaxed.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Song said again: "You can make a price."

Yu Jinwen's heart that had just dropped suddenly rose again, and his pupils shrank, "What?"

"I don't know where you got it from, but it must have taken a lot of effort."

Nan Song said softly: "Mr. Yu never does business at a loss. I know this. With such a good treasure, I can't let you lose money, right? Or maybe you have something in mind. As long as I can take it out, I will have no problem with it."

She acted like a businesswoman and didn't talk to him about feelings, but directly talked about money with him.

It was like a cold knife stabbing straight into his heart.

Yu Jinwen's throat was tight, and he spoke slowly and with difficulty after a long while, "I...give you something, not because I want you to give me money, nor because I want to ask for anything from you. I just want you to be happy."

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"I'm very happy."

Nan Song did not hide his emotions, "But if you have no merit and no salary, brothers will have to settle the accounts. What's more, we are not even friends, we are just divorced..."

The word "husband and wife" cannot be said.

It's a bit ridiculous to say it.

In name only, how can we talk about a couple?

"In short, the money should be given."

Nan Song's beautiful eyes showed no emotion at all. Seeing that Yu Jinwen refused to speak, she said: "Well, I'll ask Gu Heng to go to the bank to write a check and give it to you according to the market price. Or, I can give you a gift in return.

....."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Jinwen said: "I want the hairpin in your hair."

Nan Song was startled, and Yu Jinwen pulled out the wooden hairpin she used to insert her hair.

Her half-long black hair fell down one shoulder.

"That's it." Yu Jinwen held the wooden hairpin in his hand.

Nan Song frowned, "That's just an ordinary wooden hairpin, worthless."

She bought the wooden hairpin from a street stall when she and Luo You were shopping. The wood was pretty good, and it was just a bare piece of wood. She bought it casually to tie her hair, and when she had nothing to do in the ward, she used a carving knife to

A rose was carved on it, and her name "Nan Song" was engraved in small regular script, which was barely noticeable.
Chapter completed!