A separate large courtyard with no carved beams and painted buildings, but the two-story small wooden building is elegant and quiet. It is surrounded by thick locust trees, yellow trees and the like.
Living room, corridor, corner, bedroom...every place is full of the fragrance of logs.
There is also a fireplace.
It was Wei Chen asked someone to design it according to the palace at that time.
At that time, the place was like spring all year round, and there was no cold winter. However, he knew that the Lord was old and wanted to try his best to adapt to their habits, so he made this exquisite fireplace.
It was digging holes in the wall of a large study room, and the chimney extended out. At this time, the weather was not cold, and there was no need to burn charcoal. Just lit a candlestick below, moving faintly along a circle of glass, which seemed,
Just like a huge decoration, gorgeous and exquisite.
The floor is very dry, clean, neatly fitted without a trace of gap.
At that time, the moonlight accompanied by a branch, poked its head out of the window and shone on everything in the room.
Fangfei and Luo Jia sat opposite each other.
It was a table with exquisite design, with white space dug in the hollow, thick embroidered mats, and a small square table of mahogany in the middle, which was very suitable for two or four people to sit opposite each other, have tea and drink some drinks.
At this time, each of them was holding a light cup of milk tea.
When Luo Jia looked up at the opposite side, he was a little dazed. The woman opposite was wearing a light shirt, her hair was combed in a high bun, her eyes were very bright, and her hands holding milk tea were whiter than the moonlight.
The breeze blew, and her silhouette appeared.
It's like a painting shaking and wandering in the dark.
Suddenly, it was the dearest Fangfei - it was Fangfei twenty years ago!
It was the moonlight that applied a layer of magic to her.
In almost half a year, she has never been so full of vitality again. It is like a dead tree, encountering spring, encountering a magical hand, which opens with a whistle and grows and sprouts vigorously.
She took a sip of milk tea and turned her face to see him.
Four eyes are opposite.
Just like those endless passions, they suddenly encountered a fire, were ignited, and the blazing burned out of control.