Chapter 7
"To me, they are priceless." Qin Wanshu felt that these things were not measured by money.
"Then how much did you buy?" Zuo Qinghuan felt that it was difficult for people like Qin Wanshu to understand. It was useless to spend so much money to buy these things, and he had to serve these treasures like a slave. His brain was simply sick.
"Three million." Qin Wanshu replied, many of them were given by her grandfather. From her birth to now, she has received thirty birthday gifts, and this one was the first time she and her grandfather attended the auction.
"How good is it to be exchanged for money?" Zuo Qinghuan muttered. There were at least dozens of antiques here, and Qin Wanshu's value was really expensive.
"Everyone has his own love, no money will be sold." Qin Wanshu said lightly.
"You have been in a downfall, otherwise you will find that these are garbage, which is not as real as money." Zuo Qinghuan sneered. Miss Qin stood up and said without a pain in her back. How can a child who has not lacked money know how he lived a shortage of money? No matter how exquisite the bowl is, it is not as real as the steamed buns in the bowl.
"Maybe." Qin Wanshu refused to argue. She neither denies Zuo Qinghuan's point of view nor agrees with Zuo Qinghuan's point of view. Perhaps because of this, grandfather said that he would protect himself from his life's wealth and not be stained by the stinking of money.
Zuo Qinghuan is not a gentle person, and her curiosity about these things quickly passed. Qin Wanshu quickly took Zuo Qinghuan away from his study. Qin Wanshu skipped his bedroom and took Zuo Qinghuan to the piano room on the third floor.
The piano room is large, larger than the study room below. The huge piano room is very empty, with only an expensive piano placed in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and there are curtains with single color, which look very strangely decorated.
"Empty, very deserted." Zuo Qinghuan felt that the piano room was so deserted that it was a bit scary. She felt that the people who designed it were definitely psychologically perverted to a certain extent. Zuo Qinghuan rejected any empty feeling. People who are insecure were always afraid of exposing themselves in too large spaces.
"In fact, the intention is to let the moonlight spread on the piano through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and I want to feel the artistic conception of Beethoven playing the moonlight song..." Qin Wanshu said regretfully, but unfortunately there was no moonlight in the city.
"Qin Wanshu, I can't tell you are so pretentious..." Zuo Qinghuan felt that rich people were really too pretentious. He made such a large floor-to-ceiling window and wasted such a large space just to play the moonlight song like Beethoven.
"Pretty? Will it be?" Qin Wanshu was said to be pretentious for the first time. He looked at Zuo Qinghuan with some maladaptation. In fact, everyone has some fantasy thoughts in his heart, right? Qin Wanshu argued in his heart. Qin Wanshu didn't know that his fantasy thoughts were seriously despised by Zuo Qinghuan.
"Well, it's quite pretentious." Zuo Qinghuan looked at Qin Wanshu's confused expression and said with great certainty.
Qin Wanshu's usual elegant expression had a slight crack, just like a child who was used to praise was helpless when encountering sudden criticism. His expression was too cute, Zuo Qinghuan thought to himself.
Zuo Qinghuan's attention was quickly put on the piano in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. When he was a child, he had never touched the piano. In his memory, it was something that was forever distant. Zuo Qinghuan's fingers slid across the seemingly expensive piano, and then raised his head to look at Qin Wanshu.
"Do you know how to play?" Zuo Qinghuan asked softly. She knew Han Shibin could play. Since she was with Han Shibin, Han Shibin had only played it once for herself. At that time, Han Shibin was like an elegant prince. This elegant woman was permeated with her bones. She would probably be more charming when she played the piano.
Chapter completed!