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

Changyuqiao seemed to have responded or not. He walked to Yaoqin and touched it lightly with his fingertips, and the crisp sound slowly flowed out.

He retracted his hand, looked at Song Tingran gratefully, and said, "My wife, you understand my state of mind. I have never felt that playing the piano is shameful, but..."

"Okay, as long as you like it, no need to say more, let's look at other things."

Song Tingran didn't want him to mention the past things again. This was just right. Xiao Yuchen walked around the Yao Qin, feeling that it was very fragile and afraid of being damaged.

On the contrary, both Sang Cheng and Wen Li liked it very much. They didn't dare to touch the strings. They just touched the body and they were satisfied.

"This is..."

Next to the Yao Qin, there is a small embroidery table, which is not available in Ping'an Town. With this, you don't need to hold it with one hand. You can fix the embroidery on the embroidery table. Silk threads and other things have corresponding positions. place.

"It's rare in our town, Ping'an. I asked someone to buy it. You can try the height. They are all customized according to your height."

Chang Yuqiao sat on the chair, which was just right. He liked this room very much, especially thinking about the night, under the moon, playing the piano, and her.

Now only Wen Ci and Wen Li's rooms are left. Their rooms are next to each other, and Wen Ci's room is next to Changyu Bridge.

Wen Ci nervously opened the door and saw the painting hanging on the wall. He thought it looked familiar at first glance, so he quickly walked over. He touched the lines on the painting, which showed that they were a family of eight.

"Master Wife, this is us..."

"Well, it's us."

Wen Ci laughed, and so did everyone. Song Tingran knew about the Wen family, which made him feel very insecure. After breaking with the Wen family, he would never be able to go back, so give him a new home where he can see See it, you can touch it.

"Let's look at this again."

Song Tingran took Wen Ci to the wardrobe. When he first entered the door, he noticed that his wardrobe was larger than others.

Wen Li opened the wardrobe and found that there was a cave inside. In addition to places for clothes and bedding, there were also many grids of different sizes.

Even Shi Yan didn't understand what these grids were for. Some were so small that even a piece of clothing couldn't be folded into them.

Only Wen Ci and Song Tingran understood. Wen Ci closed the wardrobe silently and said, "Thank you, my wife."

Qiao Jinshu was completely confused. He was still waiting for his wife or Wen Ci to explain, but now he was gone?

"What are these wooden grids for?" Qiao Jinshu asked, and everyone else also had questions.

Wen Ci looked at Song Tingran and said, "You can decide whether to tell them or not. This is your own room anyway."

Wen Ci actually felt that there was nothing he couldn't say, it was all in the past.

"When I used to be in a bad mood, I liked to dig a pit, tell my sadness in it, and bury it. If I came across some nice stones or sticks, I would hide it and go take a look at it. I felt very at ease. , it can be regarded as a kind of spiritual sustenance and personal preference.”

Qiao Jinshu still didn't understand, scratched his hair and started to wander away. Shi Yan stepped forward and hugged Wen Ci, saying, "The things you pick up in the future can be stored in this closet. Opening the closet will be your happy event. "

Xiao Yuchen suddenly understood and said: "Wen Ci, I was cutting firewood two days ago and saw a particularly straight stick. You must like it. I will find it for you later."

"Well, thank you eldest brother, thank you second brother."

Wen Ci had always been a man of few words, and he hid this little hobby very well. This was once when Wen Ci brought silk and satin from the wardrobe to Chang Yuqiao for embroidery, Song Tingran accidentally saw his There were small wooden sticks with nice shapes under the clothes. I secretly observed them several times and discovered this.

Wen Ci was moved, and Wen Li was naturally moved too. When they arrived at his room with anticipation, just as he imagined, there were exactly the same family portraits on the wall, which he noticed at first sight.

The furnishings of the rooms are similar, but different. Wen Li's dressing table is the largest and equipped with a bronze mirror that can reflect half of the body.

Wen Li knew his wife's intentions. In the past, he had low self-esteem and was timid. He couldn't take a photo in a water tank, let alone a bronze mirror. Now the scars are almost invisible, and he can be like everyone else. Look in the mirror and groom yourself every day.

Except for Song Tingran's room, everyone else has read it. Her room has not changed much, it is just a lot newer and some furniture has been added.

The remaining rooms on the second floor of the inner courtyard are the same as those on the first floor and are temporarily vacant for emergencies.

"Okay, now you just clean up the room and sort your personal belongings. I want to go back to the room and lie down for a while."

"Okay." They all said in unison.

Immediately, they discussed together excitedly.

Song Tingran thought about the first mobile phone in her life. She had been fiddling with it for a long time. Setting up this and setting up that was very similar to what they have now.

Song Tingran returned to the room, made the bed, and then fell on it. She was so tired that she fell asleep unconsciously.

Because Song Tingran didn't come out of the room, Shi Yan and the others couldn't be disturbed. They just did whatever they had to do. Since they had lunch late, dinner was relatively late. Despite this, the person still didn't come out, and everyone couldn't help but worry. stand up.

Shi Yan walked to the door, knocked gently, and asked, "My wife, it's time for dinner."

no response.

Shi Yan turned around and looked at his brothers. Xiao Yuchen showed his fist and smashed it hard in the air. He received the signal and put more force on his hand.

knock knock knock.

"Who is it?" Song Tingran's tone was impatient. She was in a dream and returned to modern times. She was sleeping soundly on the weekend when suddenly there was a knock on the door and she felt irritable.

"Master Wife, it's me, dinner is ready."

Song Tingran opened her eyes on the bed and took back what she said about leaving the takeout at the door. She was still here, scared to death, and thought she had really put it back on. That would be a nightmare.

"Well, here we come."

The door of the main room opened and Song Tingran came out. Everyone was relieved. Everyone was in a hurry for the lunch meal, and dinner returned to normal.

Song Tingran found that these people were a little strange, as if they were communicating with their eyes, something she didn't know.

She stood up, and Shi Yan suddenly took her hand and said, "My wife, you are full."

"No, I haven't even finished the steamed bun yet. My skirt is pressed down on me. I'll stand up and do it."

Song Tingran sat down again, feeling that the dinner atmosphere was even more strange. She stared at Qiao Jinshu and said, "Come on, Jinshu, tell me what happened."

Wen Li immediately touched Qiao Jinshu with his arm. This small gesture was too obvious.