After crossing, I surrounded the capital from the countryside

The furniture in the house also looked worn out. The wooden tables and chairs were covered with cracks and scratches and looked shaky. There was an old portrait hanging on the wall, the picture was blurred and only some outlines could be barely recognized.

There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, which made a rustling sound when stepped on.

In such a remote place, there is an inconspicuous little house hidden, as if it is a corner forgotten by time.

Xu Qingqing looked at the hut in front of her and didn't expect that the shabby hut could be so shabby.

When Old Yan saw the state of the house in front of him, he asked Li Yun to take out the silk scarves he had prepared in advance and distribute them to everyone to cover their mouths and noses. After all, one could imagine with one's toes what it would be like when they entered the house.

Shen Lingyun and the others did not act pretentiously. They obediently took the scarves to cover their mouths and noses and prepared to enter the house.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Old Yan asked Yan Da to go forward and open the door.

Sure enough, the cabin was filled with a mixture of damp and musty smells, and the air had a stale and dull atmosphere.

Xu Qingqing walked into the room and began to measure every inch of the room with her eyes as usual, imagining how this place should be arranged and that place should be designed.

But the more she looked at it, the more she felt a sense of déjà vu. She changed her mind and realized that in her previous life, she had seen so many houses, so many reference examples and ancient books. It should be very different from the houses of a certain era, so it looked familiar.

But when she approached the tattered painting in the room, she suddenly felt a complex emotion surging from the depths of her soul, making Xu Qingqing unable to resist and tears welling up in her eyes.

When she looked up at the painting again, she seemed to see the figures of a man and a woman in the painting that had long been blurred. But when she looked more carefully, she could no longer see them clearly, just like she had seen a trace of fate in the river of time for a moment, but was swept away by the river and disappeared in the next moment.

"Qingqing? What's wrong with you?"

Hearing her mother's worried voice and feeling her hand on her shoulder, Xu Qingqing wiped away the tears from her eyes.

"Mother, I'm fine. I was just blinded by the dust."

Seeing his daughter's red eyes, Shen Nanshu squatted down and gently wiped her eyes with a clean handkerchief in his hand: "You unlucky child, be careful next time, do you hear me?"

Xu Qingqing tilted her head back and let Shen Nanshu manipulate her, responding with a soft hum in her throat.

At this time, Xu Qingqing was a little bit depressed after being washed away by the emotion. So she just buried her head and did what she could with everyone.

The dust in the hut was quite thick before Xu Qingqing and her group cleaned it.

They are like traces of time, covering furniture, floors and walls. The dust particles are so small and fine that they will fly up at the slightest touch and fill the entire room.

The color of the dust is a dull gray, like the sediment of time.

They exist silently, as if telling the story of this cottage. Sometimes, weak sunlight shines through the window, and the dust particles flicker faintly in the light, like a tiny dance.

As Xu Qingqing and her team began to clean up the dust, it was stirred up into a blurry cloud. It floated in the air and slowly fell as they cleaned. Sometimes, the dust would fall on their clothes, leaving a light mark.

At this time, there will usually be coughing sounds in the room, which becomes the accompaniment of the dancing dust.