Vol 2 Chapter 315: Homesick

The scenery in the house is all built according to the specifications of the most luxurious mansion in the capital. The marble floor is light, and the columns are carved with beautiful patterns. The backyard has a garden view and a small garden. Due to the limitation of the boundary, there is no lotus pond, but there is no elegant rockery, which is a natural mountain rock. It is very expensive.
There is a rosewood furniture in the front hall, which is engraved with the elegant flower and bird pattern. The air is filled with the elegant fragrance of the rosewood, which is very refreshing.
The house was built, not only spent a lot of money, it is estimated that he also spent a lot of thoughts!
"How? Do you like it?" Zhu Xi asked.
Yuan Qiu shrugged: "I prefer the house before me."
Yuan Zhen said: "Sister, I like this house more."
Zhu Xi’s lips smirked, and the peach blossoms disappeared:
It’s not easy to do. I’m going to flatten it here, and I’ll build a room with the same house I used to live in. The furnishings are all the same, how?"
When Yuan Qiu met him, he would be an army. When he was angry, he screamed and screamed. "Hey - just you, anyway, you have money to burn."
He does have money, is very rich, and can’t be overemphasized with rich countries.
He knows that he has money, but no one knows for sure how much his wealth is.
The construction of such a house, spent on it, is just a corner of his wealth as an iceberg.
Yuan Zhen listened immediately and anxiously: "Don't, how can such a good house be flattened? I can't live for a day, it won't be a success! It's too wasteful!"
Xing Ying smiled and said: "You silly boy, Wang Ye, this is a joke with the summer girl, how are you still serious?"
When Yuan Zhen heard it, he just patted his chest and said: "Fortunately, I thought it was really flat. It’s a pity! Fortunately, it is a joke."
The house is large enough to settle down everyone, including eighteen scorpions. They don't show up during the day, and they don't see people at night. They are like ghosts, and they are around the world. They only listen to Zhu Xi.
Lying in a gorgeously decorated room, looking up at the embroidered gold line peony on the bed, it was so rich and luxurious, and at this time last year, she was lying in the same place, looking up, but very different. From extreme poverty to extreme wealth, from loneliness and suffering, to being bullied, to reunion, to be respected, from mud to heaven, it took only one year.
She turned to sleep, and remembered the grandfather of her previous life. After a year passed, did Grandpa have emerged from the pain of the white-haired people sending black hair?
She couldn't sleep, she just got up and walked out of the room and went to the pavilion in the garden to see the moon.
In the past life, at the age of eight, after practicing a day of acupuncture and refining, Grandpa always held her in the rocking chair in the courtyard, watched the moon with her, and told her about the moon.
Whether it is ancient or modern, the moon is always this moon, the age of January, thousands of years later, grandfather, at this moment, is he also gazing at the same moon with her, quietly entrusting her thoughts to the moon .
Under the cold moon Tsinghua, she was in a white shirt, and she looked up at the beautiful face, her eyes condensed in the bright moon, and her face was wet.
Zhu Xi’s slightly surprised voice rang behind him:
What happened to you? How did you cry?
He circled her into her arms and wiped her tears with her thick abdomen.