"Whew!"

Su Bairan rushed forward like crazy, running quickly, only to feel that the soles of his shoes were particularly sticky.

She strode forward, touching as little as possible the area of the floor, and since she had seen the big bell, her heart had begun to think wildly, without any sense of security, as if some invisible force was grasping her ankles, and could only move forward quickly.

I saw that the intersection in front of me was a bridge and jumped outside.

The slope stepped on the crisp grass, finally breathed a sigh of relief, treated, easily patted his heart, turned back to look at the string of corridors that were already pitch black, I couldn't see the lines of people and wood, and there was no trace of walking on it, and my inclined plane seemed to be contaminated with something, and it was actively sticky on the grass.

Su Bairan kept his balance, turned the inclined plane over, and kept moving to the side, barely seeing that there seemed to be something black under the soles of his shoes.

Maybe it can't be done for a while, what is this, I couldn't help but shiver, and quickly rubbed my arm.

Su Bairan clasped his arms in both hands, and glanced around from time to time, the rain was deep and a beautiful scenery, and the surrounding mountains were tightly grounded, leaving no gaps on the outside.

And the nearest blue-gray wall obscures the view of his distance.

Some flowers and plants are luxuriant but extremely neat, solemn and solemn, with a withered beauty, but you can see the traces of artificial pruning.

His eyes swept over and saw what seemed to be a house.

Su Bairan endured the upper of his shoes, and walked in which way he walked with the disgusting feeling of stepping on something.

A simple wooden house, built with a bamboo surface, cut its crisp bamboo into small pieces, the most tender one on the top is peeled off, that is, soft, just a thin layer of wallpaper, but also a little lighter, pasted on the edge of the eye.

Elegant and comfortable, calm with a sense of fun, it seems that the immortals in the nine heavens fell into the mortal dust and lived in the house.

A little bit of the atmosphere outside, it seems that you can put a small coffee table woven of bamboo, a pot of tea for the birth of human beings, feeling the fragrance of the tea leaves seem to spread outward, soft red and red in the clouds.

On the outside, it looks exquisite, atmospheric, and a little cold.

But it doesn't seem to be touching the smoke and dust of the world, and it's hard to imagine that you can really live in it.

In fact, if you really look carefully at that time, there is a bamboo blank made of wood, but it adds a peerless, extraordinarily dusty artistic conception.

And the wood used in it is extremely strong rosewood, with a serious black color, in which a slight gap is revealed, but it really reduces the beauty of the world, but fortunately, this air raid is extremely narrow, and it is rarely really noticed.

Su Bairan knocked lightly at the door, and slowly pushed the door in.

A little dusty, gently pressed on the heart, so that people were uncomfortable, and walked lightly with a trace of dust.

The eyes glanced at it, but it was also the same, and it was very complete.

And the slight dust has only been cleaned, that is, it is clean and tidy, and it does not seem to have been put aside for too long.

Su Bairan put the package on the side, looked around, knocked on some cleaning objects, rolled up his sleeves and didn't feel dirty, and started cleaning directly.

I don't know how long it was, but after a long time, sweat dripped down my forehead and fell to the ground, and the neat smoothness could reflect the shadow of a person, and a slightly low floor was crowded with small puddles that seemed to be deep traces of sweat accumulation.

Su Bairan put the cleaned items outside, bent his sleeves to his arms, pointed to his thighs with both hands, and sat on the small table that was raised on the side.

Panting heavily, his face flushed, and even his neck was exposed with a blue outlet.

"I'll go! How could such a big room be so troublesome? What are so many delicate things out there! ”

If you complain, you can shout it as much as possible, but it's just like the name of a mosquito.

Su Bairan slammed on the small platform outside, his fingers gently carving, covering the edge of the wooden line.

The brain swelled for a while, the breath of fatigue filled his mind, and the whole person lay there without caring about the image.

The shoes were thrown far away, and the sleeves rubbed a lot of dust, and I didn't care about it.

A little cold wind passed through and brought a coolness, quietly bringing away the sweat in my mind.

Su Bairan lay lazily on one side, looking into the distance, the soles of the shoes that were kicked out by himself were already black and shiny.

She snapped twice, moving as far out as she could, rubbing little by little against the position, barely supporting the edge to get up.

The platform is made of beads, and the main body of the house extends outward, actively going to the guardrail with love in the distance, and it has no practical use, but it does look good.

The bottom is hollow, it seems to be the general setting of the main building in the south, and there is no obstruction, but there are some flowers planted, and at a glance in the meantime, you can see that there is no practical value at all.

Su Bairan was really tired, he didn't care about his image at all, the whole person collapsed, ran down and bent down to grab his shoes, and simply sat on the ground with all his strength, put it in the light, and looked at it carefully.

The sole is slightly textured, and the color is in a more prominent position.

Su Bairan only looked at the shiny one, put it under his nose and smelled it slightly, some of the fragrance of wood, and an old place name, which seemed to be the fragrance that ethereated in the deep valley tea, extremely rare, but with a heaviness, fiercely pressing the restlessness of the heart, but he had to stab the spirit in his mind all the time.

"It's... Is it wood paint? ”

It's probably this thing, otherwise it wouldn't have such a taste, but he doesn't have the knowledge to do it, and he hasn't been exposed to this kind of smell.

Su Bairan shook his head a little helplessly, as if he was blaming himself for his fuss, and the whole person lay on the grass tiredly, feeling the aroma of the soil and the soft smell of the grass.

The mischievous grass gently swept the mud with the breeze, rubbing the cheeks and tickling people's hearts, as if a little fluff was scraping their faces.

Su Bairan was really tired, and he felt a little annoyed when he fooled his hands, and he also opened a trace of eyelids and looked to the side of his face.

The gaze is projected forward without restriction under the platform, and between the dense piles of flowers, all kinds of exotic flowers and plants are squeezing each other, and the flowers are clustered, exuding light, and there seems to be a gap.

"It's strange, it's been planted so much, is it still a little bit close?"

Su Bairan hummed a sentence especially weakly, but it was a little strange, so it was obvious that this was a flowery shelf, but the surface kung fu was not very well done, and a gap that was slightly vacated could be seen looking at the slight scene inside, and the Taoist priest in the black hole was really unsightly.

But if he hadn't been lying on the ground, it would have been difficult to see the angle, and he walked all the way, didn't he look at the gap between the two?

Su Bairan lay on the ground and moved, only to see rubbing against the verdant lawn, feeling the force between the small grass.

It seemed that the sound of crickets came from afar, and spread from the vast mountains and forests to the small garden, but the gentle sound was not annoying, and it only touched my heart.

One by one, two butterflies flew with snow-white wings, and instead of swooping down on the flower, they turned around and flew into the distance.

Su Bairan opened his eyes in a daze, looking at the current scenery, and after a while, he barely supported his strength and sat up, and blew his back a little helplessly.

Somehow, I subconsciously turned my head and looked at the gap I had just seen.

"I said here, why do you have to lack such a piece?"

Maybe this is that most of the house is too weird, but it is extremely neat, just a little lacking, but it makes people care a lot.

Su Bairan's feet walked over there in a loop, holding the edge of the side and lowering his head slightly, no matter how he knocked inside, it was all a black hole, so close, but he didn't see any light transmitting the impact of it.

Somehow, he suddenly had a cold shiver, and a chill began to run down his spine, and he subconsciously bounced away.

Su Bairan gently rubbed his arm and quickly pressed down those cranky thoughts.

"Just kidding, this is also the exclusive house of the rich family, what strange things can be!"

As he said this, some naughty little thoughts came out of his mind.

Next door on an island across the ocean. The eldest sister surnamed Zhen quietly showed a smile.

Su Bairan gently tapped his forehead, but instead of continuing to look at the gap, he raised his legs, stepped on the platform and walked into the house.

The whole person nested on the step, gently picked up the small blanket on the side, and wrapped it tightly.

No matter what science is dealt with, or what is unscientific, evasion is shameful but useful, and this truth has never failed.

Su Bairan so truly realized the timidity in his heart, but he didn't have the heart to face it head-on at all.

Resting his chin on the armrest on the side, the tired look was transmitted instantly, his eyes were slightly sticky, and his eyelids were quietly downward, consciously supported, but he couldn't suppress the sleepiness.

After a while, there didn't seem to be so much panic in the thoughts in my mind.

Maybe...

The sky and the earth are the biggest sleep, and people are really not afraid of anything when they are sleepy.

There was only one sentence left in my thoughts.