It has only been a few days since the beginning of autumn, and the sun in the afternoon in the imperial capital is still fierce and tight, and the outdoor temperature is still very high.

Shichahai Stone Tablet Hutong

Miao Miao's Dada car stopped steadily at the fork in the alley, and the white-gloved chauffeur got out of the car and took out the two suitcases from the trunk of the car and put them in front of Yan Qing and Miao Miao, who had just gotten out of the car.

After Yan Qing got out of the car, she smelled a strange smell coming to her nose, and Miao Miao, who reacted quickly, took out a mask from her schoolbag, stood on tiptoe and put it on to Yan Qing, who bowed her head slightly and bent down to cooperate with her, and then took out a mask with a cartoon pig print to bring it to herself.

Yan Qing also saw through Miao Miao's idea of rushing to push the two suitcases, and took the first step to pull out the levers of the two suitcases and hold them tightly in her hand, and when Miao Miao re-carried her schoolbag, Yan Qing signaled Miao Miao to walk in front and lead the way.

After Miao Miao confirmed with the chauffeur that the rental fee had been paid to the other party's account, she carefully put the invoice handed to her by the driver into the coin purse tied to her wrist, and said to Yan Qing:

"Brother Qing, you are like this every time, you have robbed my assistant's job, can you let me carry the suitcase today, you are a patient."

Miao Miao looked at the source of the odor in the air again, the public toilet at the mouth of the alley not far away, and continued to say to Yan Qing:

"It is estimated that the public toilet at the mouth of our alley is blocked again, and no one calls when the smell is so strong, I knew it was under the back door, Brother Qing, let's go quickly, go home, just go home."

Yan Qing pushed two boxes and followed Miao Miao, who was carrying a backpack schoolbag, and walked to the deep secluded place where the street sign of the stone tablet alley was hung.

Yan Qing found a wonderful point on Miao Miao on the high-speed rail road back, whenever there were other people around, Miao Miao's name to him must be "you" and "Brother Qing", and when there was no one around, Miao Miao would naturally change her words to "you" and "more cordial Brother Qing'er".

Yan Qing tried to persuade her to use you all the time on the high-speed rail, there is no need to use you. Miao Miao firmly rejected him, and the simple logic in Miao Miao's words warmed Yan Qing's heart:

"Brother Qing'er, don't persuade me anymore on this point, I've told you several times, maybe you haven't taken it seriously, but I'm very serious.

Although I am the only employee in our studio, I must give you a sense of respect for the boss in front of outsiders, so you must not use your words, and Brother Qing'er cannot be called in front of others. Don't persuade me anymore, I won't listen to me. ”

Yan Qing silently remembered Miao Miao's wonder.

Along the way, Yan Qing also saw a lot of Miao Miao's wonderful points, diligent, caring, serious and meticulous.

This little assistant really helped Yan Qing do a lot of things, big and small, from Yan Qing's itinerary confirmation, cost settlement, tax declaration, contract negotiation of the program team, business docking, financial management, to the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the two of them, etc., all of which were properly arranged for Yan Qing.

Miao Miao looks like she is only 20 years old, and in the video played by the show, Miao Miao said that she has been an assistant to Yan Qing for more than three years.

Yan Qing told herself that she must be better to her in the future.

Yan Qing thought about these in his heart, and at the same time did not forget to push the suitcases of the two people and follow Miao Miao's somewhat cheerful steps.

Miao Miao led the way in front of her, and at the same time used the calculator on her mobile phone to calculate the benefits of this announcement, and read it out loud from time to time.

After a while, Miao Miao stopped, put away her mobile phone, took off the schoolbag on her back, opened the zipper and reached in to get the key.

Yan Qing looked at the three-layer bluestone slab threshold in front of him, and a large copper lock was tied to two vermilion wooden doors with brass relief lock plates.

Close to the gate, on both sides of the regularity, against the gatehouse wall, stand two box-shaped and beautifully carved drum stones, one on the left with a deer, and the other on the right with a magpie.

On the right side of the wall of the gate, there are two metal nameplates, one large and one small, the small one reads "No. 233, Imperial Capital, Xicheng, Shichahai, Stone Tablet Hutong", and the slightly larger one simply reads "Yanqing Studio".

Miao Miao, who took out the key, opened the lock very skillfully, and with a push of both hands, Yan Qing picked up the two boxes and quickly followed Miao Miao.

A row of doorways paved with glazed tiles and a stone carved shadow wall with diamond-shaped hollows came into view of Yan Qing's eyes, and there was a closed hanging flower door behind the shadow wall.

There is a door to the right of the porch that leads to the patio, in which two identical red two-wheeled motorcycles are parked, and a door opens to the front courtyard on the left.

To the left of the courtyard is a row of flat-floor inverted houses, and to the right is a fence and a gate leading to the inner courtyard.

Miao Miao led Yan Qing all the way through the porch and the small courtyard, stretched out her right thumb and pressed it on a small LCD screen next to the gate of the inner courtyard.

Modern fingerprint lock, two antique-style doors slowly open automatically.

Yan Qing followed Miao Miao's footsteps a little numbly and walked into the inner courtyard, the courtyard has a wide field of vision, and the lawn of the inner courtyard is divided into four pieces, and some osmanthus trees are sparsely planted in the lawn.

On the left, right and directly in front of it stands a small two-storey building, arranged in accordance with the main courtyard and the east and west wings, but the façade of the independent building is more modern than the wing structure.

Miao Miao handed him Yan Qing's mobile phone, and brought her suitcase from his hand, revealing her little tiger teeth and saying to Yan Qing in a soft and glutinous voice:

"What are you doing in a daze, Brother Qing'er went in, I'm home. I'll go back to the house and clean up. I'll call you out for dinner later.

At that time, we will have to discuss the matter of the Star Silk Road program. They've emailed me and the minutes of last night's meeting. ”

After saying that, Miao Miao waved her hand to Yan Qing, pushed the suitcase and went to the small building on the left side of the courtyard.

Yan Qing continued to numb his senses, and walked towards the small building in front of him with the box.

The door of the small building has an LCD screen, and Yan Qing stretched out his right thumb to open the door.

The entrance is a small courtyard, and the space for making shoe cabinets has been taken out of both walls, Yan Qing put the suitcase against the wall, and found cotton slippers in the shoe cabinet to change.

Further inside, there is an open space with high ceilings, four black leather sofas of various sizes enclosing a solid wool rug and coffee table into a sitting area.

Outside the reception area, there are two wine cabinets, a record stand filled with vinyl records, a retro gramophone, and a refrigerator with double doors and large capacity.

The interior decoration of the small building is much more modern than the traditional courtyard house, and the overall style is the simple industrial style that Yan Qing likes.

Far from the reception area, there is a bright black YAMAHA-SU7 upright piano and a black leather piano bench in the open space that Yan Qing owned in his previous life.

Yan Qing sat down, and could see that the nameplate of the viano guard plate was printed with Zhujiang-SU7, Yan Qing opened the keyboard cover curiously, stretched out his hands and tried to play the most familiar Che Neil piano fluent etude 849-15.

One minute of playing time, listening to the familiar long arpeggios, the tone of this upright piano is even smaller than the YAMAHA-SU7 worth 360,000 yuan in Yan Qing's previous life.

Yan Qing was satisfied with the keyboard cover, and his fingers gently stroked the smooth lacquer surface of the keyboard cover, which was as clear and clean as a mirror, which made people feel happy.

In the middle of the piano and reception area is a revolving wooden escalator up to the second floor.

Yan Qing planned to turn around every place upstairs and downstairs first, and there were two rooms on the first floor in addition to the open space and toilets, and the doors were not locked.

One room is furnished as a pantry, with a simple water bar, a freezer full of sodas, mineral water, a coffee machine and water dispenser on the water bar, and a spotless pantry.

The other room seems to be a guest room plan, with wardrobes, beds, mattresses, bedside tables, lamps and even separate wet and dry bathrooms.

Yan Qing followed the log-colored handrail wooden ladder that slowly circled up in two circles to the second floor.

Because the reception area in the open area on the first floor is high, and you can directly see the roof of the second floor, the space on the second floor is more than half smaller than that on the first floor.

The slightly larger area on the left is the master bedroom, which has an entire wall of mirrored glass and a large floor-to-ceiling window on one side.

The bathroom is large and well-equipped, and daily necessities such as washing and hygiene, towels and bath towels are placed neatly and neatly.

The slightly smaller area on the right is the cloakroom, in which Yan Qing's clothes, hats, underwear, socks, watches, belts, and accessories are arranged in an orderly manner, which is in line with Virgo's aesthetic habits, so that Yan Qing, who has never had obsessive-compulsive disorder, feels a little pleasing to the eye.

After watching the whole circle, Yan Qing seemed to have experienced a round of spiritual baptism like Grandma Liu who had just entered the Grand View Garden, and he sat down on the sofa in the master bedroom.

In the past few days, Yan Qing's emotions have been mixed and quite complicated at this time:

I'm glad that I never expected that I would be a wealthy family.

I am also happy that I have at least confirmed that I am now in good health at the age of 31.

I'm worried that I never expected that I couldn't find any clues about the memory of this body when I got home, and there was no memory fusion, system, and gold finger after crossing the time mentioned in the online novel.

What is even more sad than sadness is that there is a huge building, no study, no computers, no laptops, and not even televisions.

Yan Qing thought silently in his heart, "Is this my future home, a courtyard mansion that I dreamed of in my previous life, but I have to bear the price of being cut off from the world's information."