The layout of this house has been modified to be exactly the same as the Tingzhu Pavilion at the time, and even the flowers planted in the yard have been restored.

Standing in the yard, warm and warm feeling is like traveling through time and space, as if he is back to the backyard of the Fourth Master.

Chen Yi held Wen Xin's hand and walked in, entered the house, and said to Wen Xin, "It's a pity that those ornaments cannot be restored. Now they have money. I can only accumulate slowly in the future. Now I go outside the station where I recycle cultural relics every day to see if I can find good things."

The cultural relics of this era are far less valuable than later generations. Most people are willing to sell small pieces of bowl, plate and small pieces. Many people who like this will go outside the cultural relics station to wait for these things.

Huanghuali's lattice stand separates the inside and outside the house like a screen. There is a plum vase that has passed the rain, a fine-necked beauty husk, a hollow bronze hand warmer the size of a palm, and a three-legged incense burner made of jade on the windowsill. On the kang table with copper wrapped in four corners is a gilt target mirror, and a tassel pendant is decorated on the handle.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The big kang next to the window is covered with ink-spinned pillows and backrests. There is a small plum lattice bookshelves on the west wall, which hold the books she likes to read layer by layer.

When I walked into the dormitory, I saw the first thing I saw was the wardrobe carved with birds and phoenixes and flowers, the stepping bed with duck-green tents hanging, and the dressing table in the corner of the wall. It was not a polished bronze mirror, but a mercury mirror.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Wen Xin turned her head and looked at Chen Yi. Somehow tears fell down suddenly, and she threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist, "What did you do?"

Many objects cannot be something she has used before, but Chen Yi has tried to find the same alternative.

Standing in this room, it was as if I had traveled back to Tingzhu Pavilion. There were old shadows in front of me, and those familiar people were walking around the room with familiar smiles.

Chen Yi's eyes also darkened, and she hugged Wen Xin tightly, "Do you like it?"

"I like it, I like it very much." Wen Xin used her hand to wipe the tears, wipe the old ones and the new ones flowed down, and she couldn't wipe them clean.

This person was so bad. He said he was restored to Tingzhuge, but he didn't expect that all the small details in the house could be restored.

She has lived in this room for more than ten years and is so emotional.

"Stop crying, I will feel uncomfortable when you cry." Chen Yi lowered her head and kissed her softly on her face.

"I'm happy, happy." Wen Xin hugged Chen Yi and laughed, and did not let go. The years that were blurred in memory seemed to be wiped clean like a foggy mirror, sliding past her eyes one by one.

"I originally wanted to restore Jingren Palace, but it's too small. I'll buy a big house for you later." Chen Yi was a little sad. His Forbidden City was not his now, and he had returned to China.

Wen Xin nodded constantly, looking at everything in the room, and suddenly said, "I would have been better if Brother Shan and the others were there."

The heavy-hearted face also felt a little sad, "Don't think about those things, the children are all fine, even if they can't be reunited with us, they will live well."

In this world, parents will leave you first, and children will leave you later. Only husband and wife are the ones who will join hands for the rest of their lives.

He had been glad that he grabbed her hand and never let go again.
Chapter completed!