149 Magical Rooms

Time: After Min-suk's concert

"It's okay, you can do it, there can't be anything, it's all about scaring yourself. Min Shuo tiptoed along, comforting himself, he bit his lip tightly, tensed the muscles of his body, the saber was still behind him, he felt sweat oozing from his palms, and clenched the handle of the knife even more, for fear that the knife would fall to the ground and startle the snake.

He didn't realize how funny his walking posture was, the frosted gold tiles, the pure glass staircase, stepping on the soles of his feet, he didn't feel cold at all, and in these still cold days in March, his facial features were only sight and hearing, because he only heard the thumping of his heart, and the buzz of the wind blowing in his brain. The wind is loud, the grass and trees are all soldiers, and it is his state.

As he passed by the bedroom, Minseok noticed that the moonlight and starlight from the window were shining right next to the bed, and the scenery beside the bed was extremely misty. Minshuo likes this bed very much, the very old style plus the frame is all iron, it has a 70s texture. It's a retro room he designed for himself, and he says he always thinks there's a fairy tale character in the room (but no). Maybe he read a lot of fairy tale books when he was a child, and he called it "the magic room". All his decorating interest was applied to this room on a whim, and it was not even wet at all.

His footsteps were soft, soft, almost silent, and as he walked through the room, he did not stop, but continued to walk.

"No one, that's great. Minshuo's heart was half relieved.

However, just as this "magic room" has become a work of art, Minseok has never found that many of his facilities for food, clothing, housing and transportation are actually a kind of excess.

Magical room, except that no one lives in it, there is nothing peculiar about it.

The privileged living environment is not enjoyed by anyone else, and there is no sense of special satisfaction.

This bed, which has never been the owner's bed and the window where no one has ever stopped, is just a waste. Perhaps, his nervousness is the same, it is all superfluous.

Now, because of this voice, Minseok felt that everything he had might disappear in an instant. He felt as if he was in someone else's house, and he couldn't help but be funny.

Walking slowly on the floor tiles of his house, Minseok had a feeling that he was walking on a time corridor, déjà vu, looking at the layout and decoration of his home, it was like visiting an exhibition hall, he felt that he was really unfamiliar with home, and it seemed that he should stay at home for a few more days. Can you reduce some trips, maybe there should be a few fewer concert tours, and choose three or five cities next year, he has temporarily made up his mind to make himself easier.

Walking to the study room on the very edge, Min Suk just glanced inside, didn't go in, he used to like to stay in it for a long time, choose and choose, and finally find a book he wanted to read the most.

The choice gave Min Shuo a headache, but he didn't reject it, because every difficult choice made Min Shuo deeply realize that it was because of his greed that he always expected more and wanted more, so he would be reluctant to let go of this and that. I read a few pages with great interest, but I still threw it aside, and accidentally fell asleep, and I don't know when I will open the book next time. Therefore, no matter how precious something is, if you don't cherish it, you don't have it.

He let go of his tense arm, took the knife back to his chest, changed his hand, the knuckles of his right knuckles were sore, he quickly shook his body to let himself relax as soon as possible, only to find that the soles of his feet were already cold, and his hands were already cold, he was so hard today, and he had to experience this horror, he suddenly felt discouraged, he didn't want to find a paper version of the book to read, he just wanted to sleep well.

Having come to an end, Minseok turned back and looked at the two bedrooms in turn, except for the sheets in the second bedroom, which were a little wrinkled and not flattened, everything was as usual. When passing by the second restroom upstairs, he was a little surprised that the door of the restroom here was closed, which somewhat surprised Minshuo, and he thought arrogantly: "My house can't have a closed door!"

He gently pushed open the door and glanced in through the crack in the door, it was pitch black, in fact, he didn't see anything clearly, the night came with a sense of sleepiness, his spirit was no longer in a state of excitement, maybe it could be said that he was overexcited, he began to be tired, and the strength of the wine also worked, he yawned, it can be described as very lazy, Min Suk was too lazy to look carefully, and he didn't turn on the light casually, anyway, with his intuition, he didn't think there was anything wrong, in fact, he didn't know what it was like usually. He rarely came up to these places, and sometimes he wondered what the use of having so many rooms was. Of course, he should ask himself first, and then the designer. If he is interested, he can ask the designer again why he designed so many rooms (of course, it is useful, but there is no need to ask).