When I entered the villa, my eyes suddenly lit up.[][

What caught my eye was an angel fountain of Western sculptures. The angel fountain had two layers. Below were several white lions crawling with their mouths and spraying water. On top were a few winged angels peeing, that is, sprinkling water, and above was an ancient Western lamp.

There is a meadow on both sides of the fountain, with palms and flowers planted on the grass, and an antique European-style swing.

Behind the fountain is an old European-style villa, but it seems to have been repaired and looks very new without any old feeling. There are many statues and beautiful Roman columns around the villa, which is dazzling.

"It looks good, right?"

Seeing Song Wen's stupid look, Huang Guoliang next to him asked. I remember that he looked so stupid when he came in.

"It looks good, how did you find this place? I have been here many times but haven't seen it?" Song Wen said.

"How can you see it? It's not as high as the wall outside. Besides, this is a private residence and it's not for people to visit. How could you have seen it?"

After the woman let them in, she walked in and then saw an old man coming out.

"Guoliang is here. Let's go and make tea inside." The old man came out and saw Huang Guoliang and greeted enthusiastically.

"No need, you'd better take me to see your pot of trees first!"

"Okay, go."

The old man was also very happy. After hearing Huang Guoliang's words, he took the two of them to the villa.

There is a small path next to the villa leading to the back. When we arrived at the back, Song Wen found a large open space behind. Vegetables were planted in the middle, and there were some bonsai next to it, including pine trees, pomegranates, lychees, longans, and dozens of other kinds of flower and tree bonsai.

He brought the two of them to a pot of old pine bonsai, and the old man stopped.

When Huang Guoliang saw the bonsai of old pine, he was shocked and glared and said, "Why is this happening? Wasn't it done well before?"

The bonsai in front of me is an old pine tree coiled on a large stone, looking vigorous and arrogant. However, there are few pine needles left on the branches, looking bleak and down, like a bald old man.

"I went out. [  ] My wife didn't know how to water it. She turned out like this when I came back, otherwise you would think I would be willing to sell it!"

The old man said, "Besides, aren't you a talented man in Nanzhou who can manage trees? After you buy it, ask him to help treat it, and maybe you can restore it to your original appearance."

In the past, the old pine needles in the old pine bonsai were green, and the whole pine tree was lush and lush, looking lively, making people feel comfortable when they saw it. Pine nuts will still be produced in autumn and winter, which is very beautiful. Now, it makes people feel cowardly and frustrated at first sight. Who wants it?

However, the old man's words were reasonable, otherwise Huang Guoliang would not have brought Song Wen over. So Huang Guoliang's Song Wen winked and asked him to see if it could be cured.

Song Wen walked forward and stroked the branches of the old pine with his nails.

Although the spring water in Ruyi Fan space is easy to use, there is a prerequisite, that is, the trees still have vitality. If they have died and become old, then there is nothing they can do.

Song Wen looked at it and found that some branches on the old pine had died completely. It was probably dead for a while and could not be saved. The original size of this bonsai should be the old pine wrapped around the big stone, with a pine cover on it like a fan, lush and green. It is full of vitality and echoes the big stone, making it interesting. However, now several important branches on the tree have died and have lost their original ornamental value. Even if they buy it, they will probably not make any profit, and they may even pay it back.

Huang Guoliang was waiting for his answer next to him. Song Wen glanced at him and said, "How come you can't buy some better potted plants just by buying these dead, injured, and rotten ones?"

"Do you think I'm willing? Can the price of a good potted plant be cheaper? Is it my turn?" After hearing Song Wen's words, Huang Guoliang said angrily.

Song Wen guessed that he was greedy for the cheapest osmanthus tree last time. He always thought that buying a tree that was about to die was cheaper, earned more, and could also reduce the price. In this way, it would be enough to spend a little capital, and even if it could not be cured, it would not be distressed if it was killed. If it was cured, it would be more than ten times the profit, so he just picked these dead trees and rotten trees to buy them. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that there were so many trees that were about to die for him to buy.

"Do you think this tree can be saved?" Huang Guoliang asked Song Wen quietly again.

"It's just that you can live..."

When Huang Guoliang heard that the old pine bonsai could be saved, he immediately walked to the side and discussed the price with the old man, without listening to Song Wen's later words at all.

Song Wen didn't know what to say about him. Seeing that he had already told the old man about the price, it was hard to disturb him, so he didn't care about him. If he lost money this time, he would just let him learn a lesson, so as not to want to get such a bargain every time.

The two discussed the price, and Song Wen felt bored, so he walked to the old villa and started to look.

The old villa is surrounded by beautiful European-style relief patterns and statues. There are many statues, covering the entire villa. The statues on it are big and small, old and young, men and women, and most of them are statues of figures with two wings. Song Wen didn't know whether those were angels or what these things were called. He only recognized one of the little kids holding a small bow and arrow, which seemed to be Cupid.

Looking at these beautiful European-style sculptures, Song Wen liked them very much, so he picked up his phone and took pictures, intending to go back and take a look on the computer.

As he patted, he suddenly felt something strange beside him. When he turned around, he found that a white-haired grandma had come next to him at some point. The grandma looked like she was in her seventies or eighties, but her face was rosy, her eyes were bright, and she looked very healthy.

The grandma was curiously watching him take photos, and when she turned around, she smiled at him.

Song Wen quickly shouted politely: "Grandma."

As the saying goes, "It's not a big deal for many people." Especially for these elderly people, you should be sweeter. Maybe the elderly will marry their daughter to you in a good mood. There are many such things circulating in southern Fujian, like a match for a wife, good intentions will be rewarded, destined to be a companion, underwear, and so on. There are so many. Although Song Wen does not seek other people's daughter, it is not harmful to be polite to the elderly.

"Young man, is it good-looking?" the grandma asked Song Wen with a kind smile.

"It looks good." Song Wen nodded and said.

Hearing Song Wen's words, the grandmother smiled and said, "Of course, my father asked a British architect to build this, but it cost a lot of money. Later, it was occupied by the Japanese ghost boy, and it was only after the founding of the country that the government sent back to us. A few years ago, my son asked someone to renovate it, and it was like this now. Otherwise, the messy things used to be, wouldn't it look good."

Grandma was very talkative. Perhaps it was too long since no one listened to her. It was endless as soon as she spoke. Song Wen was embarrassed to say anything, so he had to listen carefully. Grandma went from his father to his grandfather to his husband and son, from the Eight-Nation Alliance to the Republic of China, and then to the Japanese. He was captured by the Japanese. Then from the founding of New China to the present society. There were so many things that Song Wen was drowsy, but he could only hold on. As the old man, he always had to respect him. Besides, he had nothing to do, so he could only listen to the story.

The grandma talked about another story about the past when Ludao was ruled by Japan. Finally, she discovered Song Wen’s drowsy situation and said, “Let’s go, grandma will take you to the house to take a look, and you will be able to see it inside?”

As he spoke, he seemed to have regarded Song Wen as his son and nephew.

Song Wen felt that it was not good to go to someone else's house like this. However, he could not resist the grandma's enthusiasm, so he had to bite the bullet and follow her in. Seeing her walking tremblingly, he hurried forward and helped her, which made the grandma so happy that she couldn't stop.

Old children, old children, are talking about the old man’s temper as a child. If you treat her well, she will be good to you; if you treat her badly, she will be bad to you.

When she came inside, Song Wen was instantly shocked by everything inside.

Everything in the house is European-style furniture and decoration. It is not surprising if it is just like this, but these furniture clearly reveal a heavy and quaint atmosphere, which is obviously an era. The house looks very new and should have been renovated, otherwise it would not be like this.

Seeing Song Wen's dull look, the grandmother smiled and said, "The lights in this room will look good."

As he said that, the grandma walked to the side and turned on the light switch in the room. The room, which was originally slightly dim, suddenly lit up, and the light shone a layer of hazy brilliance on the golden all-leather sofa and European-style seats in the room. When she looked up, she saw a huge crystal chandelier hanging on it, emitting a dazzling light, beautiful, and with European-style home, giving people a sense of classical luxury and magnificence.

At this time, Huang Guoliang walked in from outside and saw Song Wen and said, "Awen, it turns out that you are here, which makes me and the eagle keep looking for you. I thought you were lost."

"Sorry, my grandma takes me in and visit."

When the old man saw the white-haired grandma, he immediately shouted: "Mom, why are you coming out? Didn't you say you were dizzy? Why are you still running around?"

"I'll get better and go out for a walk." The grandma replied noddedly when she heard her son's words.

"You'd better go back to your room and have a rest! I'll take you to see a doctor tomorrow."

"What are you looking at? I'm not sick."

Although the grandma said this, she still obediently walked towards the stairs in the hall and prepared to go upstairs to rest. When she reached the stairs, she turned back to Song Wen and said, "Young man, come here to play whenever she has time. Grandma will take you to visit everywhere."

"Okay." Song Wen nodded and responded.

When the grandma walked up the stairs and returned to the room, Song Wencai asked the old man Huang Guoliang called the eagle, "What's wrong with the grandma? Are you in good health?"

The old man sighed and said, "I had a little high blood pressure. I almost fell off the stairs when my blood pressure rose last time. Fortunately, my wife saw something wrong and stepped forward to help her, but the consequences would be unimaginable."

After hearing this, Song Wen couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. Fortunately, it was fine.

The old man is fragile and cannot stand the most. If he doesn't do it well, he will die. Otherwise, he will live at least several years, which is not a joke.

"I won't say this anymore, I'll take you to see the treasures I have collected." The old man said.

"What a treasure, a bunch of junk." Huang Guoliang said disdainfully.

"That's an antique. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense." The old man said unhappyly.

"I think antiques are all handicrafts. Don't think I've never seen them before. I've seen too many roadside stalls." Huang Guoliang said contemptuously again.

"I have nothing to tell you. Boy, come on, I'll take you up and see."

After saying that, the old man didn't care about Huang Guoliang and took Song Wen upstairs. Huang Guoliang didn't care about it and followed the two of them up.

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