Momo's family lives in Huaqi Lane, the east gate of Nancheng, and the mansion is low-key and luxurious, simple and graceful, and has a great demeanor. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the two stone lions at the door of the door are extremely vicious, the face is hideous, but if you look at it from another angle, you can find the mystery, the stone lion can still show a peaceful and calm color, it is not simple.

Mo Hurt was shocked when he saw the gate of Momo's house for the first time, and he was even more frightened when he saw the two mighty stone lions crouching at the door; When he walked into the mansion, he realized that he was still underestimating.

Her family is big.

The buildings are diverse, with different styles, and they don't feel awkward when mixed together.

There are many maids and maids standing in rows, giving people an atmosphere of entering the palace.

The room Momo arranged for Momo was in the backyard, because Momo was hired to guard the backyard. It is a backyard, but it is more like a vast piece of land, which is much larger than the city. There are flowers, trees, bamboos, mountains, fields and lakes, in short, there is everything, and there is nothing missing.

Mo's job is to take care of it, to take care of the land.

"Momo, didn't you say okay, let me see the backyard?" Mo asked suspiciously.

"yes, look at the backyard." Momo sat in the room with foam, drank flower tea, and said affirmatively.

Mo Hurt turned his head to look around and said, "Then why didn't I see the backyard there?" ”

"Far away, close at hand."

"No, it won't! This isn't a backyard, it's like..." Mo Hurt pointed to the fertile soil in front of him and said loudly.

"Like what?"

"Like a mountain."

"There's no way I'm going to manage a mountain by myself." Mo said bitterly.

Momo smiled and said, "It's just for you to see, and I don't want you to manage it." ”

Mo was stunned and said, "Then I'm not cutting corners... You're sure to be gossiped and gossiped about. ”

"Isn't there a job of sweeping the floor? It doesn't matter. ”

"Sweeping? Where do I go to sweep the floor? "I'm about to faint, and in such a big place, I can't sweep the floor to death.

Momo didn't divide the area he swept the floor with him, and the details had to be handed over to Momo to arrange for processing.

Because Momo is the employed, and Momo is the employer.

"The backyard is so big, you can sweep it casually."

Moss thinks it doesn't make sense.

Then the girl explained the other precautions and left.

Moss was annoyed, staring blankly at the field. There were also people working there, shepherd boys herding cattle and gardeners pruning branches and leaves.

It seemed as if everyone was busy, and despite the size of the space, Moyu still seemed out of place.

He didn't know his previous name, he didn't know if he had any family, he knew he had inadvertently broken into this place, alone.

Forgot everything, including himself.

"What a beautiful countryside." With that, he picked up the broom and faced life with a smile.

The next night, Mo Hurt returned to the spacious room, the candle was dim, the food was still hot, he hastily ate it, and wanted to wash the dishes.

He didn't know how to wash the dishes, and he was at a loss with a bamboo pot brush, but he knew how to eat, so he had to learn how to wash the dishes.

Maybe washing dishes is a common and simple thing, everyone in the world can wash dishes, but it is not good to learn.

He felt that he knew nothing about the world, that it was a foreign thing to him, just as he knew nothing about himself.

What is there in the world that he knows?

He knows a lot, he knows Momo, he knows that the uncle who guards the door is called Erniu, he knows that the second child of the beef restaurant has a good name called Chen Yi, and he is a mosaic.

The water in the sink was still flowing, several porcelain bowls were sinking into the water, bamboo chopsticks were floating on the water, and the foam was still washing the dishes, but his heart didn't know where to fly.

He was thinking of a ridiculous question.

Is the whole world fake?

Suddenly, he put down the bowl and yellowed bamboo pot brush in his hand, looked at the sparks outside the house, and said seriously: "It doesn't seem to be..."

In the sink, the bamboo pot brush floated.

Everything is so real.