"Han Shumo!" Nalan Mingyang looked at Han Shumo's "obsessed" look at the Dream Mansion, and he was full of ominousness.

Mengxi on the side had calmly dragged Han Shumo's suitcase: "Since you live here, you can enjoy it slowly." ”

Han Shumo saw Mengxi pulling his suitcase, and immediately stepped forward to take it: "I'll come by myself, I'm sorry." ”

He was always courteous and polite.

Mengxi walked up the stairs: "Your room is next to my cousin." ”

Han Shumo followed behind Mengxi, and while walking, he looked at the old photos on the wall full of a sense of age, from coloring, to yellow, to white, as if he had walked into a long time tunnel, taking him little by little, from modern reading, back to that romantic era full of petty bourgeoisie.

"It really made him live!What the hell is Mengxi thinking!" Nalan Mingyang grabbed a short hair, usually he pays great attention to his hairstyle.

Birch leaned to the side and smiled, this summer, it seems that the Dream Mansion will be very lively.

After Nalan Mingyang scratched all the time, "Tongtong" ran upstairs and followed closely behind Han Shumo.

Mengxi opened the door to the room next to Nalan Mingyang, an equally quaint and elegant room. A carved sandalwood bed, a delicate sandalwood desk, and a delicate carved sandalwood wardrobe.

The relief pattern on the wardrobe door is weird, like a dream that you can't get out of.

Han Shumo looked at Nalan Mingyang more carefully than Nalan Mingyang.

In Nalan Mingyang's eyes, the bed is a bed, and the table is a table, all of which are just used.

In Han Shumo's eyes, they are all books, living creatures with stories, especially the extremely exquisitely made, tall wardrobe in front of him, the patterns on it deeply attracted him.

Mengxi opened the door of the balcony, and the unusually warm and humid wind entered from the balcony, raising the white embroidered curtains twice.

Han Shumo slowly came back to his senses in the hot wind and looked at Mengxi: "Mengxi, I came all the way just now and saw that many doors did not have keyholes, what happened?"

Mengxi smiled in the warm wind: "You'll know at night." ”

Nalan Mingyang had a calm face, holding a chicken coop that was caught by himself, and looked at Han Shumo with a cold face: "How many days do you plan to stay?"

Han Shumo turned to look at Nalan Mingyang, his expression was very calm: "I have been living alone, and next week is the summer vacation, I plan to live here all the time." ”

Nalan Mingyang almost slipped off the door frame, this shameless bastard!

Han Shumo turned to look at Mengxi again: "I'm willing to pay the rent." ”

Mengxi smiled: "Okay." Kindness...... Five thousand a month. ”

Nalan Mingyang slipped again, it turned out that her cousin was really unkind in this regard.

Han Shumo looked around the room: "To be able to live in such a mansion, five thousand, it's not expensive." ”

Nalan Mingyang supports his forehead, for a family like Han Shumo, five thousand is really not expensive!

The smell of steak began to fill the whole mansion.

Han Shumo followed behind Mengxi and showed his doubts, there should be people in this mansion, otherwise they are all on it, who is cooking?

Nalan Mingyang followed behind Han Shumo gloomily: "Han Shumo, don't tell anyone about your life here, otherwise what will the other people in the school think of my cousin?!"

Han Shumo's face sank, of course he knew this. It's just that from the moment he came in, Nalan Mingyang's hostility that was about to burst made him unhappy.

"As for the meal, right here, Lao Qi will cook us three meals, but he is not a servant. Mengxi stood at the door of the restaurant and said to Han Shumo seriously.

Han Shumo was not as good as the restaurant, and when he saw the long-haired man standing by the stove and smiling elegantly, he was stunned.

The man, as if, was an old object that could move around.

This strange feeling made Han Shumo fall into deep confusion in his heart, it was obviously a person, but why did it give him a sense of long history.

"Let's get in. Lao Qi doesn't like to wait for people to eat. Nalan Mingyang pushed Han Shumo, who was staring blankly at Birch, into the restaurant. He was also stunned when he first looked at the man. It was like a mysterious man who had traveled straight from ancient times. The classical temperament on the body is something that modern people can't pretend to be.

"Welcome, Young Master Han Shumo, in the future in the dream world, I will ask you to take care of Miss Mengxi. Birch said to Han Shumo with a smile and elegance.

Han Shumo was stunned, what do you mean by being in a dream?

"Hey, Lao Qi, do you look down on me? Why don't you ask me to take care of my sister? Nalan Mingyang was a little jealous in his heart. Why was Lao Qi's eyes very disgusted when he came. And now when I look at Han Shumo, it is full of welcome?

"It's good that you don't hold me back. Mengxi had an indifferent face.

"Poof!" a knife pierced Nalan Mingyang's heart. He's really in vain!

The moonlight gradually sprinkled the entire Dream Mansion. When the watery moonlight penetrates through the multicolored glass, it becomes different from the daytime sunlight.

The colorful light became light, just like a girl with light makeup standing quietly under the moon, smiling quietly at you.

Han Shumo opened the suitcase, and there was half a box of books inside, all of which were ancient books. He took out the cherished books and placed them on his desk, arranging them neatly.

"Hey, hey. Suddenly, the room resounded with a girl's laughter as crisp as a silver bell.

"What's the matter with Mengxi-san?" he naturally turned around, but saw that there was no Mengxi in the room, and he became confused. If it's not Mengxi, who is the silver bell-like laughter?

Maybe I heard it wrong.

He took his clothes out of his trunk and walked to the man's tall closet, which was rare in those days. The last time I saw it was in the museum of the Forbidden City.

He opened the heavy cabinet door, and immediately there was a strong smell of natural sandalwood. This sandalwood wardrobe is insect-proof, moth-proof, moisture-proof, and the clothes placed inside will be dyed with its natural and simple sandalwood, which is far inferior to those shoddy cabinets now.

Once again, I envy Mengxi for having such an old mansion and so many old objects that have been carefully built by craftsmen.

"Hey......

Suddenly, from the dark sandalwood wardrobe, came the laughter of the silver bell.

Han Shumo stood in front of the closet door.

The darkness of the wardrobe in front of me seemed to suddenly extend infinitely, as if forming an endless passage.

As if he were in a trance, he lifted his foot to step into the closet in front of him.

"Smack!" Suddenly, someone pressed him on the shoulder.

He suddenly came back to his senses, and when he turned his head to look, it was the same Birch who was full of mystery.

"You can't go in just yet. Birch said with a smile and calmness.

Han Shumo turned his face back in surprise to look at the wardrobe again, but suddenly found that the passage he saw in a trance just now had disappeared, and the wardrobe in front of him was just an ordinary wardrobe.