Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

As soon as these words came out, the situation exploded and they began to discuss how to put the two cradles better.

Song Tingran pulled Shi Yan out of the house and came to the next door, which was the second side room, and said, "How about this one?"

Shi Yan originally thought this room would be used as a storage room, but he saw bookshelves through the window!

He opened the door. It was a study room, with a huge desk and a chair. Custom-made bookshelves lined both walls, which could hold many books.

"This is your study. I originally wanted you to live in a big room so that we can all be together, but you want to be close to me. I thought about it and it is also a good thing. It would be better to separate the study. I wish you the best. Mr. Shi has a bright future ahead of him."

Shi Yan touched the bookshelf inch by inch, turned around and hugged Song Tingran. Qiao Jinshu at the door took the lead in making noises, and then he realized that they had all arrived at the door.

Shi Yan coughed embarrassedly, and Song Tingran quickly came to the rescue: "Go and see the kitchen next door?"

Everyone wisely arrived at the kitchen. Shi Yan calmed down in the study and followed.

It's still the same kitchen as before, but the redesigned location makes it look more open and tidy.

There are four iron pots in the middle, surrounded almost entirely by shelves, and there are two large vats in the corners.

Wen Li: "It will be more convenient to cook from now on. We can light the fire with four pots."

Wen Ci: "Yes, it can also save a lot of time."

Qiao Jinshu was not interested in the kitchen. All he cared about was his room, and he didn't know what it looked like.

"My wife, shall we go see the inner courtyard?"

"Good good."

The inner courtyard has two floors. Let's look at the first floor first, the first room next to the heating room. This is Xiao Yuchen's room.

"Xiao Yuchen, this is your room, please open the door."

"it is good."

Xiao Yuchen walked to the front, looked at everyone's expectant expressions, opened the door, and quickly closed it again.

He didn't even understand what was going on. He kept holding the door frame with his hand and said, "My wife, is this really my room? Is it for me to live alone?"

"Yes, don't you like it?" Song Tingran was also a little unsure and asked.

"I like it. How could I not like it? It just feels so unreal. When I lived in bunk beds before, it already felt like a fairy-like life. I'm afraid I won't be used to living in such a big house."

Song Tingran pushed him into the house, and everyone followed.

Praises were heard frequently. Xiao Yuchen pointed to a painting hanging above the bed and asked: "My wife, what words are written on it?"

"Family."

Xiao Yuchen couldn't stand it anymore. What he said casually was so important to his wife that he wanted to reach out and touch it, but he was afraid of getting it dirty. He liked this word the most.

"Hey, the second brother also has a desk here, but it doesn't look the same as the eldest brother's."

Sang Cheng knocked on the table and found the sound pleasant. Qiao Jinshu followed suit and the two of them had a great time.

Xiao Yuchen also looked at his wife in confusion, and she explained: "This is not a traditional desk, it is a tool table. Don't you like to draw when you have nothing to do? You can use this table to spread out the drawing paper, and you can draw whatever you want. Paintings, as well as the little things you study in daily life, such as knots and locks, can all be made at this table."

He felt guilty and was actually discovered. He was only interested in making some small things and often studied secretly in the fields without wanting anyone to know.

"Thank you, Mistress Wife. I, I don't even know what to say, I'm just happy."

Next door to Xiao Yuchen is Sang Cheng's room.

Sang Cheng opened the door and walked in first, taking every step carefully.

Needless to say, the wardrobe, dressing table, and big bed in the house are all equipped in every room.

He walked behind the screen, and Qiao Jinshu leaned over to say a few words, but immediately stepped back.

Because there is a small independent space behind the screen, which is a place for offering incense and worship. It does not occupy a large area, but it looks like the materials are very expensive. It is usually hidden by the screen and cannot be seen at all.

"You have always kept your mother's father's tablet in your package. Now that your family has the conditions, you can worship it every day to show your filial piety."

Sang Cheng thought that no one would remember this incident except him. Today was a happy day. He quickly wiped away his tears. With his brothers all there, he was too embarrassed to hug him and said with tears: "My wife, my wife, My mother’s father is aware of the situation and will rest in peace. Thank you, thank you, my wife.”

"Don't cry, okay, don't cry anymore."

There was no image of his mother and father in Xiao Yuchen's mind, nor any memory of his relatives. As for whether they were dead or alive, he didn't know. When he had memories, they were sold around by others. He felt sorry for Sang Cheng. But I also have mixed feelings.

For example, what he was thinking at the moment was: I don’t know if my mother-in-law is dead. If he is dead, how should I write this tablet better?

Next to it was Qiao Jinshu's room. He had been waiting at the door a long time ago. When he saw his wife walking out of Sang Cheng's room, he immediately opened his door.

"what!"

Qiao Jinshu started screaming as soon as he entered. He didn't know that he thought this room was a cannibal. He shouted crazily: "Brothers, look at it."

The husbands were also shocked. Qiao Jinshu ran out, hugged Song Tingran tightly before entering the door, and then rushed into the house again.

His bedside is shaped like dog ears, and there is a rocking chair next to the bed. There are many plants in the house, all of which are brightly colored flowers, and they are full of life.

Of course, Qiao Jinshu's original words were not described in this way. Song Tingran adapted them based on his original words. He couldn't really make his bed look like a doghouse.

The rest of the rooms on the first floor are basically empty, except for the shower room next to the second heating room. This is what Song Tingran is most satisfied with. He can also take a warm bath in winter. It feels beautiful just thinking about it.

In addition, the dining room at the corner is very large and has shelves for storage.

Now they are all on the second floor. The first room on the second floor, above Xiao Yuchen's room, is Chang Yuqiao's room.

Chang Yuqiao entered the room under everyone's gaze. After taking two steps, he was stunned. Others stood behind him and watched on their shoulders.

This room is the most artistic one I have seen so far. There is a Yaoqin placed in front of the window. Song Tingran doesn't know the instrument, so he asked Chen Fa to help choose it. From the look of him now, he seems to like it.

Song Tingran walked to Chang Yuqiao and said, "Your piano skills are so good, it's a pity to lose them."

Chang Yuqiao didn't speak, just looked at the Yao Qin. Song Tingran quickly explained: "I don't mean anything else. I remember you said before that playing the Qin is elegant. If you can change the place and the state of mind, different tones will play out. , so I guess you like it."

"I haven't played the piano for a long time."