After chatting with Lian Tianqing, Xu Wen returned to the room.

During the whole process, even Tianqing mainly listened to him, and he rarely spoke, and in the end he just nodded and asked Xu Wen to go back and rest.

This made Xu Wen a little regretful, he really wanted to listen to Lian Tianqing's opinion and see what he thought.

Until now, there are still some confusions in his heart that he has not been able to solve.

He washed up, the water was a little cold, but he didn't bother to fetch another water. He lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed, and as soon as he put his legs in, he felt a burst of warmth.

What is it?

Xu Wen got up in surprise, reached out to touch it, and immediately touched a silver soup woman to come out.

He was very familiar with this thing, and he recognized it immediately, it was the treasure that Zuo Tengsai gave to Lian Linlin.

How did it end up here?

Xu Wen was about to ask, when he saw a note on the pillow, the words on it were thin and powerful, which was completely different from Lian Linlin's painting style.

"I'll cover the quilt warmly, this is for you. I've re-watered, and if it's not hot enough when I come back, I can go to the kitchen to re-hydrate. The location of the kitchen is in—"

A small map is drawn below, outlining the basic topography of the inn, and drawing a small circle on the location of the kitchen.

The content of the note ended here, there was no more tender sentence, Xu Wen stared at the note for a long time, and finally showed a warm smile, carefully folded it, and put it in his close pocket.

In the cold winter season, there are two kinds of feelings in the quilt: there is a heat source and there is no heat.

After Xu Wen practiced fighting five birds, he was far less afraid of cold than when he was a child. But that doesn't mean he won't feel more comfortable with a hot bed.

The soup woman was covered by a quilt, the temperature was still very high, and there was no need to change the water. The warmth rises from the soles of the feet and spreads quickly throughout the body until the whole quilt and the whole body are hot.

In this extremely comfortable warmth, Xu Wen fell asleep.

Before going to bed, his last thought was: There is only one soup woman, isn't that the master and the master?

...... Whatever.

For the first time in his history, he thought so unfilial and turned over comfortably.

When Xu Wen opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer in the dilapidated and dark inn room.

The surroundings are still dilapidated, but there is a touch of grandeur in the dilapidation, as if the old aristocracy has lost its glory, but it still maintains the reserve and dignity of the past.

Xu House.

Xu Wen didn't need to look closely at the surrounding scenery, just by this feeling he recognized it.

Why did it suddenly come back again?

But it's just right to come back, "tomorrow" is going to the Tianshan Mountains, and it is just right to meet the masters of Liuyu Garden, take advantage of this time to come back to practice your hands, and consolidate what you have learned recently.

There is also the "homework" assigned by Lian Tianqing, he assigned it quite casually, and it was not so easy to complete, but Xu Wen was still very attentive......

Xu Zhai was still as quiet and dark as ever, Xu Wen thought about it, and walked out, and after walking two steps, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The longer he stayed here, the deeper his connection between Xu Wen and Xu Zhai seemed to be, and now he could clearly feel some of the changes in his aura here.

Xu Zhai's temperament has always been very special, the whole is broken, Jing Cheng is in a hurry to find someone to repair it all day long, and he looks like he is about to collapse at any time.

But there is a strong vitality in this withering, which is ubiquitous from the leaves of the banana tree behind the Four Seasons Hall and from the red lotus that blooms like fire in the backyard.

That feeling is like having a life that is facing a catastrophe and is about to pass away, but still struggling to survive and bloom with its last glory and splendor.

And now, when Xu Wen came back this time, the aura he felt had changed again.

The anger is obviously much lighter, the death is thicker, and the life that is about to collapse seems to be one step away from its end!

What's going on!

Xu Wen's heart tightened, and he took a step and ran to the backyard, sure enough!

The red lotus in the pond was far less brilliant than what he had always seen, and the edges of its outer petals were a little withered, and they shrugged downward, as if they had overbloomed and were about to fail.

This is not Xu Wen's illusion, visible to the naked eye, a few petals have fallen off the red lotus and floated on the water. There is also a small fish floating next to it, with its white belly tumbling upwards on the water. If it weren't for the fact that its belly was still faintly undulating, Xu Wen would have thought it was dead.

He looked at the ball and saw it.

Qiuqiu saw a floating fish on the water, but he was not interested in it at all.

Xu Wen walked over, and Qiuqiu was crouching next to his old friend, the little turtle, occasionally patting its shell with his paws.

The baby turtle is shrunk into its shell on all fours, and it is visibly dying to the naked eye.

As Xu Wen felt, there was something wrong with the entire Xu Mansion - a big problem!

What's going on?

Xu Wen squatted down, touched the shell of the little turtle with his hand, and touched the head of Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu's golden eyes looked up at him and pushed his head against his hand.

"What's going on?" Xu asked softly.

Of course, Qiuqiu couldn't speak, so Xu Wen touched it again, stood up, walked to the back of Sishitang, and went to see the plantain.

Sure enough, the edges of the plantain leaves withered, and brown spots appeared in the middle, which were far less fresh and verdant than usual, and there was also a problem.

Xu Wen frowned, thought for a while, turned around and returned to the Four Seasons Hall, picked up the wooden frame closest to the door, moved it to his temporary workshop, and began to repair.

According to the structure, it is divided into parts, numbered and arranged, and the wear and tear and repair plan are recorded at hand.

Then all the parts are cleaned and repaired in the same way, the simple damaged ones are directly repaired and polished on the original basis, and the seriously damaged or missing ones are repaired with the same kind of wood, and they are reassembled after all are completed, and the tung oil and ancient lacquer are coated as they are.

When he first entered Xu's house, Xu Wen was at a loss about these things, and he had no concept at all.

But now, even if he has been studying stonemasonry lately, he is very familiar with it, and it hardly takes much effort.

He's sorted out another room. This room is located in the front yard and is slightly more complete than the other houses, except that the ceiling seems to have been smashed by something, which is somewhat broken.

Xu Wen climbed up and repaired it casually, and used it first. When he was repairing, he found that there was a dilapidated plaque under the eaves, and now only half of it was left, with the words "Chuntang" on it, and he didn't know what the word at the front was.

But looking at this name, it corresponds to the Four Seasons Hall.

After repairing the wooden frame, he put it on a trailer and moved it to the spring hall.

Then, he ran to the backyard to see the red lotus and the banana tree.

The trees and flowers have not changed much, but Xu Wen found that the small fish on the water surface were gone, and the limbs of the little turtle in front of Qiuqiu were slightly stretched out of their shells, as if they had changed a little.

Sure enough, it's because I've been busy with things in the world over there and don't have much time to repair Xu's house?

Xu Wen thoughtfully, the little friend who slapped the ball went back to repair.

He turned around and didn't notice that Jing Cheng was standing on top of the eaves, looking down at him.

His expression was indifferent, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like knives and axes, but he didn't go down, and he had no intention of making any moves about his changes.