National Hand Medicine

Chapter 91 The West Mountain Villa (1)
Su He took a look at it and fell in love with it immediately.

The area where this villa is located is all independent villas. The distance between the villas is relatively far, so the environment is relatively quiet. Of course, there are also perfect security measures here, with people patrolling every day, and cameras are installed everywhere to ensure 360 There is no dead angle, and security personnel monitor the live situation at any time.Moreover, the checks on entry and exit here are very strict. Except for the residents here, outsiders need a series of checks to enter here.

When they came in, they were greeted by Mr. Tang, a friend, and they all conducted a series of detailed investigations, which took some time.

As for here, there shouldn't be any major security issues.

The big iron gate outside the villa has been opened, and an aunt has already walked over at this time.

"Excuse me, Mr. Tang and Ms. Su, please come in."

The aunt took the two of them in.

Along the way, Su He was looking at the surrounding environment.

The style design of the villas here is determined by the residents themselves. The developer will improve on your original basis according to the requirements of the residents, and everything is based on the preferences of the residents.

As I said before, Mr. Tang’s friend is a relatively traditional old man, so the environment here is also of the antique kind, with small bridges, flowing water, rockery and trees, forming an interesting scene, and the environment is very quiet and beautiful.

Stepping on the road paved with small stones, we soon arrived in front of the villa.The exterior style of the villa is a combination of Chinese classical style. The white villa body is matched with the red cornice design, which feels very beautiful and grand.This is a small villa with only two floors, but it covers a relatively large area, so the overall area is not small.

Is this also a small villa?Su He was a little surprised.

But what she didn't know was that Mr. Tang, as the helm of a large jewelry group, owned more than a dozen villas all over the country, including Hong Kong and Taiwan. more than twice the size of a villa.

Therefore, to Mr. Tang, this villa is indeed a small villa.

At the door, they changed into the slippers that the nanny aunt who had just received them had prepared for them.

The interior decoration of the house is also basically biased towards Chinese classical style. The furniture and other things are made of high-quality pineapple wood furniture. Just looking at these furniture, the price is already high.

The aunt smiled at them and said in a low voice, "Mr. is writing in the study now. Come with me."

Under her guidance, Su He and Mr. Tang walked to the study at the end of the corridor on the first floor.

This study room is very large, and there is a floor-to-ceiling window from the front, which is considered another style, but the choice of curtains is still more Chinese style.From the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the garden outside, and there is an open-air swimming pool behind.On both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there are bookshelves as high as the walls. There is a sliding ladder on the bookshelves, and the books on the bookshelves have been read, not brand new for display.

Because this study is an independent structure, there is no space for this area on the second floor, so the ceiling of this study is very high, and an antique sandalwood chandelier hangs from above.

Then, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows is a sandalwood desk, on which a row of writing brushes are neatly arranged, ranging from large to small, and all of them are high-quality goods.Next to the desk is an antique rack, on which there are some antique-like things, but Su He can tell at a glance that most of these things are imitations, and the best one is just something from the period of the Republic of China , are not worth much.

Of course, there are real treasures among these things, and that is the inkstones placed on the top. These inkstones are relatively old, exuding a simple and simple temperament, and they are absolute treasures at a glance.It can be seen that their owners also love them very much, and even wipe them to keep their original luster.

In the corner, a pot of tall flowers exudes a faint fragrance.

After observing the environment of the entire study room, Su He's eyes fell on the old man behind the desk.

The old man has gray hair, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a long blue cloth gown, and a pair of cloth shoes, exuding the elegance of an intellectual.

Judging from the manner of this old man, one can know that this old man is definitely a great Confucian.

At this time, he was fiddling with his brush, and it seemed that he was about to write, so Mr. Tang and Su He stood aside without speaking, waiting for his action with bated breath, while the aunt who led them in before, quietly left.

The old man stared at the water-stained brush, and after adjusting it carefully for a long time, he dipped it in ink and put the brush on the rice paper.He calmed down, glanced at the white rice paper, and only swiped down decisively when he was confident, in a word, it was done overnight——

There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to help the sea!
Very majestic and beautiful font, smooth yet sharp, and has its own unique charm, even Su He has to admire it!
However, admiration is nothing but admiration, Su He still felt that the old man's handwriting was a bit short.She has watched master Lin Xuanqing's calligraphy all the year round, and her vision has undoubtedly reached a high level. You must know that Lin Xuanqing's calligraphy is definitely at its peak!If he wants to be famous, with his skill, as long as he relies on this calligraphy, he can be praised as the contemporary Wang Xizhi!
When the old man finished writing, he frowned and looked at the words he had written. Su He suddenly sighed and said in a low voice, "It's a pity."

Old Mr. Tang was startled, and quickly turned his head to Su He and shook his head gently - he knew his old friend's temper, and what he hated the most was those people who didn't understand and pretended to understand talking nonsense in front of him, Su He He's behavior like this will undoubtedly make the old friend feel dissatisfied.

Su Ho didn't care, and looked directly at the old man who wrote.

The old man was not angry either, but put down the brush, pondered for a while and said, "What a pity? Why."

Su He stretched out his finger and clicked on the handwriting in front of the old man: "Your handwriting is very good and your skills are very deep, but you are missing the most important thing."

"What?" The old man was slightly moved and looked at Su He with interest.

Su He smiled: "Mood state."

The old man's heart moved, and he saw that Su He hadn't spoken for a long time.

After a long while, he sighed deeply: "Hey, I have been leisurely and leisurely for half my life, but I still haven't escaped from the shackles of this world of mortals. I can't let go, I can't let go."

He lowered his eyes and sighed secretly for a while.

After that, he raised his head and said to Su He and Mr. Tang, "Let's go out and sit."

(End of this chapter)