The blue-painted gate has been mottled over time, and rusted locks hang from the old prong locks.

Zhao Huitong gently pushed the hidden door open, as if pushing open the dream of the previous life, and still couldn't believe that she had returned to her home twenty years ago after being reborn.

Xu Qiao tossed around the second bedroom room, which was Zhao Huitong's room, with clothes scattered on the ground and the sofa in the living room, and the white writing desk was moved to the living room to wait for disposal.

The house itself is not big, and at this time, the white desk is sitting crookedly in the middle of the living room, blocking Zhao Huitong's way to enter the door.

Zhao Huitong remembers that this white desk was made for her by her grandfather who was a carpenter in the days when she was about to take the university entrance examination.

This incident also happened in the previous life, Xu Qiao's daughter Xue Xiaomin was coming, Xu Qiao drove Zhao Huitong out of the room that belonged to him, Zhao Huitong wanted to calm down, and obediently moved from home to the unit dormitory.

Thinking about this incident many years later, it still makes Zhao Huitong angry.

She walked around the desk and stood at the door of her room, not having time to feel how familiar the room was.

I saw that Xu Qiao was laying a brand new sheet on his bed, tearing off the old sheet on the bed and still on the ground.

"Xu Qiao, you put it down for me!"

Zhao Huitong's unhurried voice was as sonorous as iron, and it slowly sent it to Xu Guan's ears, which startled her, and she turned around and stared at Zhao Huitong who suddenly appeared in surprise.

Her indifferent face looked at Xu Qiao calmly like a prophet without a trace of emotion, and her young eyes couldn't see the slightest bit of greenness, and she was a lot more calm and spicy.

"You're a ghost, you don't move at all when you walk, you scare me to death!"

Xu Qiao is used to bullying Zhao Huitong, and she is also used to talking to her, anyway, Zhao Huitong never fights back, and she comes back just right, and she doesn't want to help Zhao Huitong clean up the messy things outside the house.

Xu Qiao said impatiently, turned around and continued to help her daughter who was about to move in to make the sheets.

"I told you to put my things down, are you deaf?"

Zhao Huitong's voice raised a few points, and anger added to her voice, watching her beloved things messed up by Xu Qiao, her eyes were about to erupt with fire.

This anger is carried with the hatred of the previous life, and the two lives together she must give Xu Qiao some color.

Hearing that Zhao Huitong dared to scold her for being deaf, Xu Qiaobei turned around: "This is my home, I can do whatever I like!" "That tone is sharp, much bigger than Zhao Huitong.

Zhao Huitong stepped over the messy items on the ground and rushed to Xu Qiao, ripped off the new sheets that had been laid, picked up the scissors on the table, cut and shredded the new sheets that Xu Qiao bought for her daughter in a few strokes, and then picked up the chair and smashed it on the dresser that was finally tossed in by Xu Qiao.

Syllable!

There was a crisp sound, and the glass of the dresser was smashed, which Xu Qiao spent 200 yuan to customize for her daughter.

Xu Qiao blew up: "Slut, you TM are crazy about you!" ”