After Qin Yin's parents and sister passed away one after another, she gradually began to want to retire, so she said goodbye to her glorious past gracefully and became an art collector and trader.
Ye Minglang came today to buy a painting from her.
It is said that it is the legacy of Qin Yin's sister Qin Xian.
Just as he was talking, a young woman wearing a dark green dress came down the stairs.
She had straight black hair that hung down to her lower back.
Her long hair undulated slightly as she walked.
Her skin was fair and her appearance was beautiful.
The raised eyebrows were full of confidence.
This is a very attractive woman.
She walked down the stairs and walked towards us.
She stood back and smiled, with neat white teeth: "Hello, I am Qin Yin."
She stretched out her left hand and shook hands with us one by one, starting with Ye Minglang.
I felt that her fingers were a little rough, as if they had calluses.
Something flashed through my heart, but I couldn't catch it.
Qin Yin sat across from her.
Her sitting posture was very elegant.
She looked dignified and decent, which was very consistent with her status as a violinist.
Looking at her elegant face, I always felt that something was not right.
I always feel that the beauty in front of me should be more lively and ethereal, instead of looking elegant and elegant like now, but looking a little too mature and slick.
"Miss Qin.
I've already told you on the phone.
I don't know what you want.
Don't worry.
As long as you are willing to sell my sister's painting to me, the price is not a problem."
Ye Minglang, who is dressed in the style of a young man from the old society, said that his neatly combed oily hair seems to complement this artistic villa without any violation.
Qin Yin smiled, with warm eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Mr.
Ye, after all, those are my sister's legacy.
I keep them just for a thought.
There are some things that money can't buy, Mr.
Ye thinks Woolen cloth" She was mocking Ye Minglang for being rich and stinking of copper.
The gossip soul in my heart awakened and I hurriedly checked Ye Minglang's face.
However, he looked normal and I was a little disappointed.
Ye Minglang nodded and agreed: "It's understandable that Miss Qin has a deep love for her sister.
I also have a sister.
Although we are usually noisy, we rely on each other at critical moments.
However, I really like that Painting, I hope Miss Qin will consider it again."
I wonder if Mingzhu will sneer three times after hearing this and scold her brother for telling lies with his eyes open.
He almost trapped his biological sister in an old photo forever because of his random revenge, but now he is pretending to be a close brother and sister, tsk tsk.
Think again about Mingzhu's character of being cool in front of others but crazy behind others.
I couldn't help but shake my head.
As expected, the Ye family are all acting people.
Qin Yin smiled again, without rejecting or clearly agreeing, but she became interested in the other three people next to her.
She looked at me shaking my head and smiled slightly, and asked, "Are these three friends of Mr.
Ye?"
Ye Minglang's handsome thick eyebrows raised: "So be it."
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This woman is quite cunning, and he couldn't agree on the business for a while, so she just talked to us, "Why do you come to see Miss Qin?
You can tell yourself."
Song Li smiled and turned to look at me.
Bai Ming'an had a calm look on his face.
It was impossible for him to speak.
The ball was thrown to me for a moment.
I was surprised for two seconds and then quickly calmed down.
I showed off my sales aura, sat up straight, pursed my lips and said with a smile, "That's it.
Does Ms.
Qin know about the Xinhu Community under construction?"
When Qin Yin heard the name of the community, her beautiful eyelashes seemed to tremble, and she smiled and said, "I have heard of this community.
There is an investor who is a friend of mine.
I even gave him a diamond-shaped clock as a gift."
I nodded, with an expression of great admiration on my face: "It was the painting in the clock that attracted us.
I'm not afraid of your jokes.
We were originally going to see the house, but we were attracted by the girl in red in the painting first."
Hearing this, Qin Yin's eyes moved slightly, but her smile was still very touching: "This lady must have remembered it wrong.
My sister painted that painting for me.
I remember that she was wearing a white skirt and sitting on a stone by the stream, with her feet There’s a violin next to it.”
I was stunned for a moment, then turned back to Song Li for confirmation: "White."
Song Li had a smile in his eyes and said to me, "Ning Ning, take a look.
We both see white skirts.
There is no red skirt anywhere."
I muttered: "Strange, what I saw was a red skirt, and the skirt seemed to be flying up.
It was so amazing.
I thought it was a special effect, but I didn't expect it was just an ordinary oil painting."
Everyone listened to my chirping for a while, then looked up at Qin Yin and said, "Well, Miss Qin said that painting was painted by your sister.
Does she have any other works left behind?
I'm very interested."
Qin Yin was startled, then smiled: "Yes, I have kept her paintings well.
They are in the studio upstairs.
If Miss Ning is interested, why not come up with me and have a look."
I immediately said: "Of course, that's great."
I was about to stand up, but Song Li pulled me back.
He laughed at me, "Why are you in such a hurry?
Miss Qin only lets you see it.
It's her sister's legacy."
Even Mr.
Ye’s attempt to buy it was rejected, so don’t even think about it.”
I pursed my lips unwillingly: "No matter what, I'll take a look first.
Miss Qin, let's go now."
Qin Yin smiled elegantly: "Okay."
When Ye Minglang heard this, he raised his thick eyebrows, glanced at me who was in high spirits, and stood up: "Since we want to go, let's go together.
Miss Qin doesn't mind if there are so many of us."
Qin Yin smiled: "Of course not.
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There are so many pairs of admiring eyes.
My sister will be very happy to know.
Please come with me."
Qin Xian's studio is in the attic of the villa.
After her death, Qin Yin kept all her paintings here.
Several of us followed her upstairs and listened to her introduce the background and creative source of the paintings one by one.
There are about fifty or sixty works completed in the studio, large and small, and rich in content.
Ye Minglang is an expert and admired some of the paintings.
He said that Qin Xian's talent was extremely high, but it was a pity that he died too early, otherwise he would have made a great contribution in the circle of modern painters.
Hearing his praise, Qin Yin's face was calm, but her eyes were filled with pride.
It seemed that her sister was talented, and her sister also had a bright face.
At first, Qin Yin took care of me and explained it to me carefully.
Later, she was attracted by Ye Minglang's various professional and unique insights, such as lighting, color matching, spatial hierarchy, etc., and left me alone.
The chat is extraordinarily speculative.
I quietly said to Song Li: "Don't you think it's strange that there are so many unfinished paintings here, some of which are just line drawings, and they are all well kept in the attic.
Why did you just give away the figure paintings that your sister painted for you?"
And she remembered the details of this painting very clearly
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