Chapter 95: Letter to My Wife (3)

Passing through the corridor is the main hall of Runyuan, which is connected to two side rooms.

The sunlight seemed to become brighter here, dispelling the mothball-like smell.

A little less dull.

Jiang Shiyue walked to the main hall and took a look. After the Cheng family sold Runyuan, they moved away all the household appliances, but the old furniture remained intact.

But this is not a gift. I guess Fu Qinghan spent a lot of extra money to buy this old house.

Jiang Shiyue's hand stroked a folding screen, which was carved with auspicious patterns of happiness and longevity, but it gave people an illusion that it would break if touched.

Jiang Shiyue's hand was retracted the moment it touched her. She turned to look at Fu Qinghan behind her and said, "Xiao Fu, why did you buy this old house?"

Fu Qinghan's expression was indifferent, and he just said calmly: "It's just the wish of a deceased elder in the family."

Jiang Shiyue said "Oh" thoughtfully, and stopped talking. She walked through the main hall and came directly to a courtyard.

The sunlight shines down gently, dispelling the smell of decay in the air.

This courtyard was even more open, connecting several side rooms. Jiang Shiyue walked directly to the one closest to him.

Fu Qinghan did not follow in. His eyes just slightly followed the square courtyard and looked towards the sky.

The skylight was also cut into squares. Perhaps many, many years ago, someone also looked at the square sky outside the house in this way.

Everything changes suddenly.

Fu Qinghan's expression was unfathomable, but no emotion could be seen. The clear blue sky was reflected in his eyes, slowly blending with the depths of his pupils. No one knew what he was thinking.

I only heard him say calmly: "Miss Jiang, please do as you please."

Jiang Shiyue nodded and walked in. It was a bedroom with a canopy bed with mortise and tenon structure. It was made of mahogany inlaid with rosewood and carved with exquisite dragon patterns. It was antique and looked as old as the house. The double curtains on the bed had been gathered into a half-moon shape. The thick silk was stained with the age of time.

Jiang Shiyue glanced around and saw the hazy shadows of trees swaying slightly through the hollow window grilles beside him.

Everything became exceptionally quiet.

But at this moment, she suddenly heard slow footsteps behind her.

The creaking sound was particularly clear, but one foot was heavy and the other light.

Then he stopped behind her.

He just stood there quietly, as if waiting for her to turn around.

Jiang Shiyue turned around calmly and lowered his eyes.

She saw a pair of feet. One foot was wearing an embroidered shoe made of dark blue satin. On the toe of the shoe was embroidered an exquisite lotus with dark green leaves and curved silk threads.

The other foot was bare and stepped on the ground. The nails were round and pink, and they were glistening with wetness.

Everything changes suddenly.

When Jiang Shiyue raised her eyes, she suddenly found herself standing alone in front of the carved wooden door.

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I was clearly in that bedroom just now.

She looked at the green tiles and white walls in front of her. After all, this was a wealthy family by virtue of their status.

Looking up, there is a wooden plaque hanging above the door - "Cheng Mansion", which invisibly adds a bit of magnificent temperament to this deep courtyard.

Jiang Shiyue looked at it carefully for a moment and let out a long sigh, because the building in front of her was undoubtedly not Runyuan.

But perhaps it was Runyuan a hundred years ago.

(End of this chapter)