ATBLM [QT] Chapter 119.1

The black car slowly stopped outside a courtyard. The courtyard is quite old. Roses blooming in May cover the blue stone walls. The delicate flowers and green leaves are blowing in the breeze, and the sea of flowers is like a tide.

The assistant got down from the passenger seat and opened the rear door. The person in the car stepped on the ground with his long legs. He was dressed in a suit and shiny leather shoes. The watch on his wrist was enough to make an ordinary person struggle for a lifetime.

As a male, he is obviously successful. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, and he is tall and straight. With a handsome face, the words of ‘the winner of life’ were written all over his body.

“Is this right here?” Xing Yan raised his eyelids and looked at the courtyard in front of him.

Being able to maintain such a large yard in a quiet and bustling city where land is at a premium, the Shen family does have some heritage.

Unfortunately, all that is left is the foundation.

He remembered something and shook his head regretfully, but there was a smile on his lips.

“Yes, this is the residence of Old Master Shen.” Assistant Xiao Lin replied.

Xing Yan lifted his chin, “Go knock on the door.”

Xiao Lin clicked the ancient copper ring on the wooden door and was waiting for someone to open it. Suddenly, a burst of melodious music came from the courtyard.

The music is lingering, one after another, continuous, with a sweet and peaceful sadness.

“Canon…” Xiao Lin muttered.

“What?” Xing Yan raised his brows.

Xiao Lin hurriedly said: “This violin piece is Pachelbel’s ‘Canon in D Major’.”

Xing Yan laughed and said, “I can’t see that you are still a cultural person.”

Xiao Lin was embarrassed and said, “This song is quite popular—”

Just at this time, there was a creak and the courtyard door opened. He stopped talking and explained his identity and purpose to the people inside the door.

After the courtyard’s door was opened, the sound of the music became clearer and clearer. It seemed that the person playing the music was in the courtyard. Xing Yan glanced boredly and found no one there.

The person who opened the door was a nanny. Hearing the purpose of his visit, she asked them to wait and hurried into the house to send a message.

“Mr. Xing, Master Shen is on his lunch break. We have to wait a moment.” Xiao Lin explained, fearing that he would be impatient.

“It’s okay,” Xing Yan did not care much. “As a cultured person, you always have more rules than others.”

The two of them waited outside the courtyard with the continuous violin music. The music lasted only a few minutes and stopped soon after. The ears suddenly became empty, which made people feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, the nanny came to invite them in soon.

The yard of the Shen family is not big. A winding cobblestone path leads from the door to the main house. There are many flowers and trees on both sides of the path.

From the corner of his eye, Xing Yan saw a woman sitting on the balcony of a small building surrounded by roses. With her back to the courtyard, her face could not be seen clearly. Only her long, loosely rolled hair and a fair, slender back of her neck could be vaguely seen. She was wiping a violin in her hand. She was obviously the person who had just played the music.

The image just flashed by, and Xing Yan strode into the main room.

This visit to the Shen family was just because in two months it would be the 65th birthday of his old mother. He collected a small pink and green square pot from somewhere as a birthday gift. It was said to be from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty, but he was not sure, so he asked Old Master Shen to check it again.

At this time, on the balcony of the small building, the woman wiping the violin and clearing away the rosin was naturally Jiang Rui, and Xing Yan was the target of her trip.

The identity she exchanged in this world is Shen Chuyin, the only granddaughter of the Shen family.

The Shen family was not a wealthy family but a scholarly family. Its ancestors had produced several Jinshi scholars, and all the younger generations were literati and scholars.

Old Master Shen used to teach in the College of Arts in his early years. Although he had retired in recent years, he has not been left out. Because of his knowledge, unique vision, and extensive research on antiques and cultural relics, people often come to visit him with the same purpose as Xing Yan.

Shen Chuyin’s father died young, and her mother remarried. She grew up with her grandparents since she was a child. She only loves music. She was raised to be a little ignorant of world affairs. She looks aloof and cold, but in fact, she is innocent and simple.

A few months ago, she had a relationship with a cellist in the orchestra. She took it seriously. Unexpectedly, he was just playing for fun, and within three months, he broke up with her on the grounds that it was boring.

Shen Chuyin was so confused that she accidentally drove into a river at night. Because no one noticed it, she quickly lost her life.

Her wish was that Jiang Rui could replace her and support her grandfather and grandmother during their lifetime. As for the cellist, she did not mention it.

Jiang Rui finished wiping the violin body, put the towel aside, picked up the bow, and tried the sound a few times. Then, she continued to practice the next piece of music.

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