With a bang, the bathroom door slammed shut, cutting off the angry gaze. Then he sighed helplessly, threw the book on the sink, and the aqua blue cover was: I have been to your world.

The little talk that he had nothing to do became a boring book in his mouth, and he didn't know when he took it when he had originally placed it on the coffee table. Is the difference in thinking between people so obvious? Twenty minutes after I had freshened up and changed my clothes again, I couldn't help but be surprised when I opened the door and walked out to see the changes in the living room.

After the two rooms were "opened", the living room changed from the original 20 square meters to 50 square meters, except for the uneven ends of the wall that was pushed open, the broken bricks on the ground have been cleaned up, and the old-fashioned furniture that was still seen in the house has now been emptied, and there are workers in and out who are busy moving things in.

The most striking thing is an oversized bed, which was blocked by the door frame several times when I tried to enter. Gu Xi sat in the chair next to him like an outsider, completely ignoring it.

Someone ran up to him and didn't know what he was muttering, so he raised his head and glanced at the bed that hadn't yet come in at the door, and I guessed that he was going to speak amazingly, and I couldn't help but take a few steps closer and listen.

Sure enough, I heard him say, "Do you need to ask me such a small question?" Can't move in, won't you push that wall too? ”

The worker was stunned and replied without tears: "Boss Gu, you can't push it anymore, it's a load-bearing wall." ”

Gu Xi hooked his lips and smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "Then why don't you just put the bed out of the door, and I will sleep at the door tonight?" ”

The worker's face turned white and red, and finally he returned to the door to continue the discussion with the others. Gu Xi buried his head again, I saw a notebook on his lap, I thought he was reading some important information, but I didn't see him move for a long time, and then I looked up at his face, and found that it was closed.

He's not dozing off, is he?

Anyway, he didn't sit in my side of the living room, nor did he come to move anything in my room, so I didn't want to wade into the muddy waters, so I went into the bedroom and locked it. But where can I fall asleep after lying down, I am already sleeping lightly, and the movement outside the room comes from time to time, who can still fall asleep when there are nearly dozens of people moving things back and forth in the house?

After tossing and turning until the middle of the night, the movement finally subsided, but I lost sleep all night.

When the white light came in through the cracks in the curtains, I got up and got dressed before I opened the bedroom door, only to stand by the door.

I have thought about the possibility of many kinds of ancient Xi making people toss the room after most of the night, but I didn't expect to present me with such a picture. All the ornaments in my small hall have not been touched, but a snow-white flowing yarn hangs from the wall that was supposed to be knocked off, divided into two leaves and pulled to the middle like a curtain, and on top of the white yarn is a picture of an ink and blue lotus.

It should be the opposite window is not closed, and the wind blows in, blowing the white veil into the air, and its moving thing is not only the eye-catching picture, but also the gold tassel at the bottom, which gives people a sense of elegance when it is blown by the wind.

Because the white gauze is slightly transparent, it is vaguely recognizable to the opposite house, and it is obviously no longer empty. I couldn't help but be curious to walk in front of the white yarn and pick up a corner, and as soon as the scenery in the house was seen, I was startled by the light drink behind me: "You can see it if you want to, what are you doing sneakily?" I turned around in shock, and in the corner of the blind spot when I just walked out of the room, Gu Xi, who was wearing a white shirt, was sitting there holding a book, with a clear face.

"Why are you in my house?"

He raised an eyebrow and asked back, "Why can't I be in my own house?" ”

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