"Uh... Mr. Song... I bothered you last night. I have nothing to do now, so I just want to go back..."

Fang Feiyang tidied his clothes and looked out the window again. He was thinking about going back to the dormitory. He would have to work the day shift again tomorrow. Now that he was rushing back, he had to wash off the dirty clothes from the previous two days...

"Oh... don't worry, Xiao Fang, how can we leave so quickly? It's a kind of fate that we can meet in such a way. Let's talk about it after dinner!"

"Dinner??..." Fang Feiyang was stunned when he heard this, his eyes widened, thinking he heard wrongly.

"Yeah, it's already 4:30 in the afternoon. It may be a little early for dinner, but after a while, it will be almost that time."

Song Longshan turned around and gave an order, asking the middle-aged woman behind him to start preparing dinner.

Fang Feiyang was still a little surprised. Did he take a nap and wake up in the afternoon of the next day? It must have been too long. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and saw "16:38" displayed on the screen.

"This...this..."

At this moment, he still couldn't believe it. If he hadn't just checked the time on his mobile phone with his own eyes, he would have thought that Mr. Song in front of him was joking with him! He fell asleep for more than ten hours in a row without waking up once in the middle. It seemed that he had fallen asleep.

In a daze, I also had a strange dream. I dreamed that I was in a wonderful environment, followed by exaggerated perceptions. It was an ice cave, a wind tunnel, and a hot spring.

The physical sensation is so real and intense.

Logically speaking, since it is a dream, why do I feel like I am actually there? My whole body seems to be warm, as if I have just crawled out of the bathhouse.

Fang Feiyang shook his head, not knowing why he felt like this.

Seeing that Fang Feiyang looked doubtful and worried, Song Longshan thought that he was still thinking about going home, so he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and persuaded him softly: "It's okay. After dinner, I'll ask someone to take you back."

! Now follow me out of the room for a walk, it will get boring if you stay indoors for too long, haha!"

Song Longshan led Fang Feiyang out of the guest room and walked slowly to the yard in front.

Only then did Fang Feiyang realize that Mr. Song actually lived in a single-family villa. The lawn in the yard was wet. It had obviously just been watered. Under the sunlight from the Western Mountains, the grass looked crystal clear and everywhere.

It is full of greenery and vitality, which makes people feel particularly comfortable at first glance.

There is also an old osmanthus tree planted in the corner in front of the yard, about five or six meters high. The trunk is gray and rough, and the crown is huge and spherical. A breeze blows, and the lush branches and leaves rustle.

There was also a specially made three-story bonsai stand in the yard. Each floor held a pot of exquisite bonsai with different shapes. Fang Feiyang took a closer look and could only recognize a few pots of ancient pine. The other plants even had names.

Not coming out.

"The place where Mr. Song lives is really elegant and makes people feel relaxed and happy just by looking at it."

Fang Feiyang couldn't help but say something!

This sentence was a sincere sigh. He was usually taciturn in a strange environment, but today it was rare for him to take the initiative and comment on other people's houses. However, in such a villa courtyard, he thought to himself, this

If you don't eat or drink, you can hardly afford to live in a villa like this with the money you save. Today I was lucky enough to sleep in it for one night, and I was satisfied with walking around.

Song Longshan laughed loudly when he heard this: "Haha... If you like it, you can come here often in the future. Anyway, I am quite lonely living here alone."

Mr. Song's words made Fang Feiyang feel embarrassed. At the same time, he was also surprised. Mr. Song was the only one living in such a large villa. What was the identity of this elegant-looking old man?

Song Longshan led Fang Feiyang around the huge yard, and then took him upstairs, "Let's go inside and drink some tea. I haven't replenished water for so long. I'm afraid my body won't be able to bear it."

After hearing what Mr. Song said, Fang Feiyang couldn't help but licked his lips.

The strange thing is that he doesn't feel dry.

I drank a pound of liquor at a party last night. I felt dizzy afterwards and vomited all over the floor. In addition, I didn’t drink a drop of water all night. It’s been nearly twenty hours now and I haven’t drank any water.

Feeling of compulsion.

However, Fang Feiyang followed Mr. Song into the house and went upstairs to an antique study room.

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Feiyang was deeply attracted by the decoration and layout of the room.

The exquisite porcelain on the antique shelves, the square table with exquisite workmanship, and the walls are all framed with a kind of purple wood. There is also a masterpiece of landscape painting by an unknown artist hanging near the desk. The whole room always exudes a light atmosphere.

of fragrance.

"Is this your room? If I were the only one standing in it, I would think I had traveled through time and arrived at the compound of an ancient wealthy family."

Fang Feiyang couldn't hold back his curiosity. At this time, he also forgot about politeness and etiquette. He couldn't help walking around, touching here and smelling everywhere.

Song Longshan smiled and was still looking at the young man carefully and making comments. He took out a white porcelain teacup, brewed a cup of scented tea and handed it to Fang Feiyang, saying: "Come on, Xiao Fang, drink a cup of scented tea to moisten your throat.

I also put a few drops of honey in it. It seems that you drank a lot last night to help reduce your fire."

Fang Feiyang took the teacup and said, "Thank you, Mr. Song!"

He got close to the porcelain cup and smelled it. The steaming steam brought out the rich fragrance of jasmine, mixed with the sweet fragrance of honey. What Mr. Song brewed for him was a cup of high-quality jasmine tea, and it was a new tea that had just been launched.

The hot tea that had just been brewed was a bit hot. Fang Feiyang blew the hot air and put the teacup on the table for a while. His eyes were still attracted by the dazzling collection of precious porcelain on the antique shelves.

Fang Feiyang pointed to a pair of beautiful bottles with brightly colored materials and said to Mr. Song: "Old man, is this the legendary cloisonné?"

The fingers of Fang Feiyang's right hand unknowingly touched the base of one of the bottles. In an instant, a wave of heat flowed along his fingertips like an electric current, passed through his arms, went around his neck, and went straight to

Fang Feiyang's mind.

"Buzz..." Fang Feiyang's eyes rolled up as if he had been hit by high-voltage electricity, and his whole body twitched suddenly.

What's going on? Is this bottle charged?

Fang Feiyang withdrew his right hand reflexively and rubbed it with lingering fear.

It seemed to be different from the feeling of getting an electric shock, but the most important thing was that a strange image suddenly appeared in my mind. A man with long braids and an official uniform from the Qing Dynasty slammed the bottle to the ground.

This is how the same thing?

Song Longshan didn't pay attention to Fang Feiyang's shocked expression. Instead, he was so amused by Fang Feiyang's unique words that he almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

"Ahem...this pair of bottles are indeed made of metal filigree enamel, which is also commonly known as cloisonné. What's the matter? Have you done research on this too?"

Song Longshan just asked casually. He was over fifty years old and had read countless people. He could tell at a glance that Fang Feiyang didn't know how to collect. He was just out of curiosity and was not in the same circle as himself.

At this moment, Fang Feiyang has not come back to his senses, and is extremely shocked. The strange scene when he touched the bottle just now has been floating in front of his eyes. He stood stiffly in front of the antique shelf, and did not hear Mr. Song at all.

Ask yourself questions.

Fortunately, the middle-aged woman's voice came from outside the study: "Master, two policemen came outside and said they had something to ask for routine questioning."

"okay, got it!"
Chapter completed!