Chapter 794
Shen Qingqing didn't bother to pay attention to those anxieties. She just took Ou Qing's hand and took the goblet he handed over. She sipped the red wine in the glass, but remembered that they didn't bring anything.
"Ah Qing, don't you need to bring gifts? I heard that count Harris has a long relationship with your William family."
Ou Qing smiled lightly, "it doesn't matter. Today is his birthday. The Harris family is not short of this gift, but they want to be lively when they are old."
Shen Qingqing nodded clearly with a shallow smile. She looked around casually and frowned curiously. Although the ancient castle was built in the middle ages, the furnishings in the house still had some shadow of national style.
For example, the peony hanging over there is good.
It seemed that she knew Shen Qingqing's mind, and Ou Qing opened with a smile, "Harris had been to Jiangcheng in his early years, so he likes antique things very much."
Shen Qingqing smiled faintly, but didn't say anything.
"Qingqing, there are several partners over there. I'll go and say hello first. You wait for me here and I'll be back in a minute." Ou Qing said faintly. He knew that she didn't like this kind of occasion and didn't like to socialize.
So he never forced her.
After Ou Qing left, Shen Qingqing was a little bored. She walked to the corridor with her skirt. The more she walked inside, the more paintings there were, and there were many photography works.
Shen Qingqing can see that count Harris is really a photography lover and likes collecting national style calligraphy and paintings. It seems that he still has a deep understanding of China's culture.
Looking at the words one by one, she finally stopped at the end of the corridor and looked up at a picture hanging on the wall. The picture also looked very simple. Under the ginkgo tree in late autumn, a woman dressed in a white skirt devoutly closed her palms and stood in front. She couldn't see her face clearly, but saw some outline.
The photo has turned yellow, but it is well preserved. It can be seen that Harris cherishes it very much.
"I like this picture very much?" suddenly a deep male voice came from behind.
Shen Qingqing turned back unprepared. What came into her eyes was a tall and straight middle-aged man, a standard European face, with soft amber eyes. Even the smile on her lips was peaceful.
Compared with Shen Qingqing's amazement, the man was shocked when he saw Shen Qingqing, but the smile on his lips was frozen. After a long time, he trembled and said, "Su... Su... Is that you?"
Shen Qingqing was stunned, then smiled faintly, "I'm sorry, you recognize the wrong person, count Harris."
Harris lost his smile. Yes, it has been more than 20 years. How can Su Su still look like in his memory? But the woman in front of him is so similar to Su Su, which makes him a little unbelievable.
"Do you recognize me? I don't think we've met."
"Just when I was in the hall, there was a picture hanging in the center, which should be your oil painting." Shen Qingqing said with a smile, "but there is still a big difference between you and oil painting."
"Oh? What's the difference?" Harris stood next to her and seemed very interested in her topic.
Perhaps it is similar to his old friend's reason that this woman gives him a very close feeling.
"You are much younger than the oil painting. I don't know who painted you so old. You are still very young."