But when they left, they didn't expect that the wealthy businessman who had taken the amethyst jade he had taken before was waiting for them in the hotel reception room.

"Mayor Gu." The man said respectfully to Gu Nanxi.

Gu Nanxi nodded, and Xin Yao followed him into the door and glanced at the wealthy businessman. Seeing that his eyes were full of respect for Gu Nanxi, he also caught a glimpse of the name on the other small card on the man's chest, and then he realized that this was the regional vice president of the Boston Gu Group in Beijing.

"I have invited someone to come and checked this amethyst jade with special instruments. It is indeed the one sent to China by Brazil more than 20 years ago."

After saying that, the regional vice president also respected Ji Xinyao when she followed her.

Gu Nanxi only glanced at the amethyst jade placed on the sandalwood pedestal in front of the reception room, which was emitting a faint luster in the sun, and then took the detailed information and test report about the crystal he handed over.

Xin Yao stood beside him and looked at him. Gu Nanxi turned his head and looked at her. She raised her eyes. The two of them suddenly looked at each other inadvertently. He smiled and his eyes were soft. Ji Xinyao's heart thrust, his face flushed slightly. He no longer looked at the things in his hands. He turned his face to look elsewhere and looked at the amethyst again.

She walked over, looked carefully, and then turned around and asked, "Can I touch it?"

The rich man from the area was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect she would be so polite. Ji Xinyao seemed to be not used to her identity as the mayor's wife and the chairman of Gu Group.

It is probably difficult for ordinary people to touch such a precious thing.

"No?" Seeing that the regional vice president looked at him, but smiled and said nothing, Ji Xinyao put down her hand in disappointment, thinking that it would be better not to touch it randomly.

Gu Nanxi smiled: "If this amethyst jade has nowhere to be placed, it will still be stored in the museum in the future. Now, for us, the most valuable thing is the test report in my hand, which belongs to you now."

"My?" Ji Xinyao couldn't help but be surprised, but seeing that Gu Nanxi's expression didn't seem to be a joke, she finally raised her hand again and wanted to touch it.

"But the magnetic field of this amethyst is huge, with a small amount of radiation, so you can't be close to it for too long." Gu Nanxi whispered to remind him while looking through the report in his hand.

Ji Xinyao touched the amethyst and felt that it was actually a crystal stone excavated by nature. Except for its gorgeous luster, everything else was natural structure and had not been artificially carved, but it was still extremely exquisite. The temperature below the finger was very cold, and it was also a familiar cold.

She remembered that the white crystal necklace she had was always cold and would not be heated no matter how long she kept it in her hand.

After touching it for about a few times and testing the feel, she walked away. In order to avoid being radiated by something with a too strong magnetic field, she walked away a little and stopped looking at the crystal. Instead, she turned around and looked at the oil paintings hanging on the wall in the reception room.

Two days ago, I sprained my foot while on the farm of Banshan Guild Hall in F City. Although I am free to move, my ankle will occasionally hurt. After all, my muscles and bones are damaged for 100 days. Although Ji Xinyao has been well off under Gu Nanxi's careful care, she has been running around in Beijing these two days and her ankle will inevitably be unable to hold on for the time being.

So she stabilized her foot and didn't want Gu Nanxi to find that her feet were uncomfortable. She quietly sat down under an oil painting, looked up at the painting, but it didn't move for a long time.13acv.

The family of three in the painting sat happily in a garden full of flowers and plants. Under a swing, the young woman held the cute little girl and sat on the swing together. At the swing, the man in military uniform stood there, smiling and drowning.

I don’t know who painted this painting, but Ji Xinyao’s eyes couldn’t turn away for a long time. The man in military uniform’s ejaculation looked familiar, but the faces of the three of the family were very simple, with only simple lines and expressions, but they could still feel the thoughts of the person who painted this oil painting. The author of this painting puts the expectation of happiness in the painting, and every stroke and every line are so smooth and free.

At this time, the hotel staff came in and saw Ji Xinyao sitting there, so they walked over and poured her a cup of warm water. When Ji Xinyao took it, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Which painter is this painting? I have never seen this oil painting style before."

The staff looked up at the oil painting she said, and then smiled and said, "Ms. Ji, it is normal that you have never seen it. Most of the paintings hanging in our hotel are not from famous masters. They are all very beautiful paintings collected from the people. Our boss has been looking for beautiful paintings and those ancient characters in the past 20 or 30 years. This painting seems to have been bought by our boss more than 20 years ago by a young and beautiful lady in City Y. At that time, he bought several of them from the lady, but this one is our boss' favorite, so he framed it and hung it here for a long time."

"City y?" Ji Xinyao murmured, then looked at the painting and stopped talking.

I took a closer look at the epaulettes and stars of the man in the military uniform in the painting, and then looked at the woman in the painting and the little girl in her arms.

At this time, Ji Xinyao vaguely remembered that her mother once liked to take her and Xiu Li to the wilderness when she just remembered it. At that time, her mother would sit there with snow-white paper for an afternoon. Ji Xinyao used to be very young and didn't understand at all, and she only had a vague impression of these. Until today when she remembered this, she suddenly realized that her mother was born in oil painting.

Although oil paintings are popular in China more than 20 years ago or even 30 years ago, those who can paint so professionally must have studied abroad.

So, this painting may have been painted by her mother? And her mother had studied abroad. In that era, she would not have been a family of a commoner and small family.

Thinking of this, Ji Xinyao remembered what Mr. Shan once said to him, and his eyebrows and eyes that were two or three points similar to Shan Ying. Could it be that there is really any interest in this?

However, when she looked at the painting again, she looked at the little girl in the painting, and her heart felt cold.

Shan Xiaoou, Shan Xiaoou, Ji Qiuhang, a shameless man who has no lower limit, why do you sacrifice your life for him and ruin more than 20 years of beautiful life? Why do you just hold these dreams in the painting?

As his shoulders warmed, Gu Nanxi's breath approached: "Is your feet hurting again?" he asked softly.

Ji Xinyao turned her face and looked at him without saying a word, but instead put her forehead gently against him, breathing quietly in his scent, feeling the warmth and tranquility in his arms, and the happiness of being gentlely cared for and cared for by him.

When we meet up, no matter what her mother's past was like, no matter how many of them were, she didn't know, but with Gu Nanxi around her, she was at ease enough.

Gu Nanxi patted her shoulder lightly and bent down for a moment. When she was reluctant to burrow into his arms, he was both serious and as if scolding a child: "Don't move, let me see."

Ji Xinyao was embarrassed and had to sit on the chair without moving. She looked at Gu Nanxi leaning down, holding her feet, and looked carefully.

He gently pinched her ankle with two fingers that hurt a little. He didn't use too much force. He just pinched her slightly and Ji Xinyao hurriedly wanted to retract her feet. He immediately saw Gu Nanxi frowning.

"It was my negligence. Your foot injury has not healed yet, so I will take you around." He sighed, his eyes full of heartache, and he gently rubbed her ankle: "Does it hurt like this?"

In fact, the position on the ankle still hurts when it touches it, but he gently rubbed it like this, although it still hurts a little, but it is very comfortable. Ji Xinyao shook his head: "It's okay, it hurts the muscles for a hundred days. Although it doesn't hurt the bones, the ankle is full of tendons. It will definitely hurt a few more days, and it won't affect your walking. Besides, no matter where you go in the past two days, you insist on letting me take the bus. I have already walked a lot less."

Gu Nanxi sighed: "Although ankle sprain is a minor injury, if you don't pay attention, it will still leave sequelae. When did it start to hurt today?"

"It didn't hurt when I was outside, but when I came back, I just felt a little hurt. Maybe the shoes were uncomfortable." Ji Xinyao answered truthfully, and she smiled twice after saying that.

"Let's do this today. Don't go out again. Go back to City G in two days. The Spring Festival is coming soon. Don't keep hurting until the Spring Festival." Seeing Ji Xinyao's honest answer, she disagreed with the injury, Gu Nanxi looked at her with a funny look, then stood up, asked the staff to prepare some medicine for bruises and injuries, and then took her back to the room directly.

After returning to the room, Ji Xinyao had just sat down, the staff brought in a bottle of safflower oil. After that, Gu Nanxi actually half-kneeled down, raised her feet and took off her flat shoes. While applying safflower oil to her ankles, gently massaged her with her fingertips.

The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel room and spread a layer of confusing gold yarn. Mayor Gu in the gold yarn was half-kneeling, not thinking that he was condescending or out of style. He focused on applying medicine to her beloved woman with a calm and peaceful attitude, and rubbing the pain-filled wound on her ankle.

His fingers were slender and distinctive, and there were no thick calluses in his palm. The warm palm held her feet, and the finger belly was gently rubbed on her delicate but tight instep and ankles at this time.

Ji Xinyao admitted that at that moment, his heart trembled slightly, a little unbelievable. He almost forgot to take his feet embarrassedly, but just looked at his patient movements, and suddenly, he was full of gratitude.

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The next day, Ji Xinyao couldn't stay in the room, so she pulled Gu Nanxi and acted like a child, saying that she wanted to go out for a walk. She had never had the chance to come to Beijing before. This time she was rare. Even if she didn't go to the Temple of Heaven, even if she didn't climb the Great Wall or go to the Thirteen Tombs, she should go out for a walk.

The old man had a dinner party at the Beijing Mosque today. He called them to come over. Ji Xinyao snatched the phone and agreed. Looking at Gu Nanxi's helpless expression, she smiled and leaned into his arms and said, "It's really okay, it won't hurt anymore."

After meeting some of his old friends on the old man's side, they later went to the mosque. Ji Xinyao actually never knew that there was such a place in Beijing. She used to be very rustic and thought that this thing was only available in Tibet.

Because there were only two of them, maybe this day was not a pilgrimage day, or maybe there were fewer believers in such places now. Anyway, when they entered the mosque, there were only tourists in groups of three or three.

Ji Xinyao has no religious beliefs, and Gu Nanxi takes it for granted. They are all atheists, so for her, the one who can sigh is the exotic buildings here.

Gu Nanxi held her hand and walked side by side through this solemn and solemn area.

A monk passed by next to him, and his words and deeds were very solemn as a monk.

There are also places for souvenirs sold in the temple. They walked along the way, and she was often attracted by something along the way, and occasionally stayed for more than ten minutes.

"There are a few snack bars here, we'll try it later." Because Ji Xinyao had eaten very little at the old man's dinner just now, Gu Nanxi said carefully.

Ji Xinyao nodded and turned around to look around until he saw the 990-story stairs in front of the mosque. He stopped and said with a smile: "Nancy, don't go abroad for our honeymoon. Thailand or Maldives, in fact, it's just about moving to other people's tired of life. Look, in our own country, even such a small mosque is so grand. As long as we are careful and in our lifetime, we probably can't visit all over the country."

He looked at her quietly: "What? I want to save money for your husband?"

She raised her hand and slid her fingers across his cheek in the afternoon sun: "I want to save a lot of money for my child to buy the most expensive, best, and no melamine..."

A smile spread out from his face, as bright as the sunshine in the sky: "You don't need to save this money, your husband hasn't reached such a miserable level."

She chuckled.

Just under the 999th floor stairs, a little girl in Tibetan costume who looked only five or six years old, ran over, holding a big box in her hand, and said breathlessly: "Uncle and Auntie, buy a few mayors!"

"..." Ji Xinyao stayed in embarrassment.

"...Buy a few mayors?" Gu Nanxi looked at the cute little girl with a little entanglement. He saw Ji Xinyao laughing there again, so his eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the little girl helplessly.

The little girl carefully placed the box on the stairs and opened the lid. It was a long wooden box filled with small Tibetan-style jewelry.

The little girl seemed to have not met many tourists here. When she saw that the two of them could stop for her, she happily squatted there and introduced: "This is the mayor of my mother! My mother is sick and can't sell it this month, so I'll sell it for my mother. Uncle and aunt, please buy a few mayors, they are all the mayors of our Tibetans..."

It turned out that this little girl recognized the word "gear" as "mayor". Well, it was not her fault that she was illiterate at such a young age. I'm afraid that her mother often reads the news, otherwise how could it have such a big impact on this little girl.

Ji Xinyao couldn't help but smile and squatted down, patiently picking up the ornaments inside. She thought Gu Nanxi should not be interested in these things, but perhaps the little girl's filial piety attracted him. He also leaned over and picked up a fine silver bracelet with fine handmade smile and smiled at the little girl who was blushing and looking at them with anticipation.

"How much does this 'mayor' cost?" he asked with a smile.

The little girl stretched out a small fist: "My mother said, this will take a long time to carve it, it will cost ten yuan!"

Gu Nanxi smiled and handed the money to the little girl. The little girl put the money in her hand and fiddled with it, then touched her bag, feeling quite distressed.

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