The two walked side by side, Ye Haoran briefly recounted what happened in the past year, and soon they arrived outside Mu Ziran's residence.
Ye Haoran quietly looked at Mu Ziran's residence. It was a simple tube house with mottled walls and dilapidated walls. Following Mu Ziran's footsteps, Ye Haoran entered it. The inside of the house was slightly better than the outside, but it was also very limited.
It seems to have been deliberately renovated, but it is still very bad, just to ensure that the stones inside are not exposed.
The room was extremely simple. Opposite the door was a living room, which was separated by a curtain from the bedroom. There was a set of shabby desks placed near the wall, and an old Eight Immortals table in front of it.
There is a simple tea set on the table, and in front of the Eight Immortals table is a small square table and a few small stools. This is the so-called living room. The conditions are beyond imagination.
"The conditions in the small mountain village are relatively simple. You just sit down and I'll pour you a glass of water." Mu Ziran asked Ye Haoran to sit down, overturned the teacup and poured two glasses of water.[
Ye Haoran did not sit down. When Mu Ziran was pouring water, he opened the curtain and looked at Mu Ziran's "bedroom". Facing the window in the bedroom was a slate bed, and beside the slate bed was a table.
There is a desk lamp, a row of neatly arranged books, and a small wardrobe placed beside the bed, which is also very simple.
Looking at the pure earth floor and the windy window lattice, Ye Haoran's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart seemed to be suddenly clenched with hands. He never expected that Mu Ziran's living conditions were so poor.
"Did you spend the past year in this place?" Ye Haoran pulled up a stool and sat in front of Mu Ziran, saying bitterly, his eyes were red, thinking that she had been in this kind of environment this past year.
After spending a year, through the autumn with swarms of mosquitoes, and through the freezing winter, his heart was filled with self-blame.
"Yes, although the conditions are a bit poorer, there is something special about calming down and experiencing it." Mu Ziran said with a smile. She was not used to it here at the beginning. She was not used to no computers, no Internet, no air conditioning and heating.
, not used to not having a TV, not used to not being able to get news from the outside world, not used to being restricted in the use of electricity... But now, she has completely adapted to and likes all these things that he was not used to.
"Zi Ran, I'm sorry, it's my bastard who made you suffer so much." Ye Haoran grabbed her hand, stared at her face and blamed himself. She was as beautiful as ever, but she was no longer fashionable.
Instead of wearing clothes, they were shabby and patched coarse cloth clothes. The patches were like fists hitting his face, making him feel ashamed and blame himself.
Being held by Ye Haoran's familiar big hand, a long-lost warmth poured into his heart, but what followed was panic. Mu Ziran took his palm out of Ye Haoran's hand and said in a panic: "By the way, I'll take someone."
I'll give you Mian Shou Wu. Let's see if this is what you're looking for." Before Ye Haoran could stop him, Mu Ziran ran away like a rabbit.
Seeing Mu Ziran run away, Ye Haoran did not press forward. He had hurt her deeply before, and now it would take time for her to forgive him. He was prepared and patient enough.
"ah!"
Just when Ye Haoran changed his mind, Mu Ziran suddenly exclaimed.