Jing Cheng's words are simple, like the old man's wish is also very simple.

Xu Wen raised his eyes and looked around, only to find that he was standing at the highest place of the rockery in the house. From his vantage point, he could see a verandah on the left-hand side. Originally connected to the main hall, half of it is now demolished, and the other half is close to the left side of the pond, leading to a pavilion built in the corner of the wall. The verandah was wooden, and like the two halls in front of it, it had not been maintained for a long time, and was as dilapidated as this house.

But all his mind was drawn to the pond surrounded by the verandah.

The pond is full of flowers. The lotus leaves are extremely green, the lotus flowers are extremely beautiful, eagerly spread out in all directions, only the flowers, not the water, as strong as if to take away all the colors between heaven and earth.

"It's beautiful. He sighed in a low voice, feeling regretful.

Before he resigned, he was an assistant project manager for a renovation company, and his last project was a private heritage collection. He knew very well how much manpower and material resources it would take to restore such an ancient Qing Dynasty mansion - this is simply not a job that ordinary people can do.

"It's really a pity that the house is like this now, but I'm just a poor office worker, and my grandfather's wish may only be 'unfulfilled' forever. ”

Jing Cheng didn't seem to hear his words, he took a step back and bowed: "This matter, please leave it to you, Mr. Xiao." ”

"Huh?" Xu asked.

"It is also a good story that the disciples obey their work, and the unfulfilled wishes of the husband are fulfilled by his descendants. Jing Cheng said softly.

"I mean, I really don't have any money, I'm just an ordinary worker, it's not easy to support myself, I can't build such a big house. ”

"Money is not an issue. ”

"Great-grandfather, his old man's old man left a repair fund?"

"No, no. You need to earn it yourself and fix it yourself. ”

Jing Cheng's expression was natural and calm, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his words at all.

But the more this happens, the more problematic it becomes.

Xu Wen stared at him, Jing Cheng was smiling, his eyes were dark, and there was no light. Xu Wen inexplicably felt a chill. He pursed his lips, didn't say a word, turned and left.

No one stopped him, and someone behind him laughed, as if it were a short mockery.

After only two steps, there was a "click", and something fell to the ground.

"Housheng, I didn't hit you, did I?" a voice came above him.

Xu Wen subconsciously looked up and saw two craftsmen dressed in ancient fashion, sitting on a wooden scaffold, with tools in their hands, as if they were repairing the corridor.

"My old fellow's hands are shaking again, forgive me. Another worker smiled at him.

Xu Wen noticed that the sackcloth on their bodies and the green cloth shoes on their feet, and a piece of fallen wood on the ground, were not the costumes of this era.

He was about to answer, but he was shocked to find that there were no scaffolding and craftsmen when he looked around the verandah just now, and although these two men smiled sincerely and plainly, their figures were hazy, as if they were covered with a film.

Haunted?

Xu Wen's back was cold, and he stabilized his mind and tried to get out of here quickly.

The wind became stronger and stronger, and the air distorted in front of Xu Wen's eyes, and the scene in front of him became blurred as if it had been blown away by the wind, and soon became clear again. He was still on the verandah, but not the dilapidated verandah that he was now afraid of falling, but like an open space under construction.

There were many craftsmen around him, and they walked back and forth, sometimes appearing and disappearing like marquees.

The craftsmen talked, sometimes laughing, sometimes seriously discussing something, and he seemed to fall into time and space in an instant.

He kept walking, and time around him was speeding up, and the construction of the verandah was progressing very quickly.

Craftsmen build frames, lay beams and eaves, erect bucket arches, and erect columns...... The processes are orderly, with a kind of rational beauty of strict and standardized.

On the other side, several craftsmen are working on the beams and windows with hammers and chisels. Sawdust flew and fell under their hands, and delicate patterns gradually emerged, and the veins of bird feathers and leaves were visible to the naked eye...... The beauty of art flows in reason, which is dizzying.

In the end, the verandah was built at a breakneck speed and reappeared at Xu Wen's feet. It is beautiful and twisted, one side of the handrail is delicate and smooth, like the skin, and the other side of the flower window and the white wall and green trees, each window has a different pattern, step by step is like admiring a beautiful scroll.

Xu Wen couldn't help but be attracted by this scene, he paused his steps, held on to the handrail of the verandah, and turned his head to look to the left—in an instant, the entire verandah instantly faded and changed back to the collapsed appearance he had seen.

Xu Wen was suddenly shocked, and was instantly pulled back to reality, this house is strange, and he must not stay anymore.

Xu Wen quickened his pace and walked outward, and as he moved, the craftsmen excavated ponds, stacked rockeries, planted trees, decorated fences, and laid the ground. The courtyard is rocky and staggered, and the lotus flowers in the pond contrast with each other, just like in the painting.

These wonders lit up as he passed, and the moment he left, they were weathered, shattered into powder, and transformed back into the dilapidated appearance of overgrown weeds and scattered lakes and rocks in reality.

The surrounding light was getting dimmer, a faint cool breeze swept through the skin, and the air was as cold as a flowing fire.

The general has a white head and a red face and dry bones. Xu Wen subconsciously walked forward, and the surrounding scenery continued to change from the prosperity of the past to the withering of the present, which shocked people's hearts. He restrained himself from paying too much attention, as if he could feel someone watching his every move from a high place, which made him dare not come out.

He soon came to the front of the main hall, which seemed to be started by his actions, and construction began.

Excavate the foundation, lay the foundation, build the foundation, inlay the block stone, build the wall and pave the bricks, the columns and beams, and cover the roof and tiles.

On the grassy wasteland, the two-story mansion rises from the ground, the plain white walls, and the gorgeous black roof is like stratus clouds on the horizon, light and majestic.

He finally saw the twelve stained windows of the Four Seasons Hall. The windows and the scenery complement each other, and the seasons are different. Xu Wen always thought that he didn't have any feelings for ancient buildings and old feelings, but at this moment, he was still strongly impacted, and suddenly felt the ultimate pursuit of beauty by human beings.

At this moment, Xu Wen almost glimpsed the limit of manpower.

At four o'clock, the scenery is still changing, it has turned from golden autumn to the east, and snow is falling outside the window.

Xu Wen's pace slowed down, as if he involuntarily began to wait for the plum blossom outside the window to bloom in the snow.

But at this moment, his arms sank, and the black cat seemed to appear out of thin air and jumped into his arms. The real softness made him regain a trace of clarity, and Qiuqiu "meowed", as if urging him to leave.

Xu Wen looked forward, only to see that in the door frame of the original black hole, two vermilion gates appeared out of thin air, beautifully carved and brightly colored, and were slowly closing.

Xu Wen knew that it was almost too late, his heart beat extremely fast, and he accelerated his pace and rushed out.

At this moment, it seems that a handful of snow falls on the branches, the fragrance hits, and the plum outside the window seems to be about to open.

Xu Wen knew that he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but look back. Through the window, in the extremely dark space, a beam of bright light hits the branches, and the stamens bloom, which is extremely beautiful.

Fascinated by this sight, he couldn't help but freeze in place.

At this moment, the vermilion carved door in front of him slammed shut, and everything was dark.

Xu Wen turned his head suddenly, he knew that he couldn't get out.