Han Yichu looked at the scene and layout of the house in front of him, and his face became dazed.

Because he has all the memories of the past, so when he goes into such a place, how strong is the impact.

It was as if he had suddenly returned to the Republic of China, as if he and Qingwu had returned to that era.

Han Yichu didn't know what reality was and what dream was.

In the dark, when they come here, does it mean that everything in the past is true, not a dream, not a dream? Not Zhuang Zhou Mengdie?

It's really there.

Han Yichu was in a trance, and his heart trembled violently.

Huang Qingwu moves forward, and Han Yichu follows her.

At this time, he looked back at Huang Qingwu deeply, paying attention to her mood.

When he watched, he seemed to return to the past.

Han Yichu hugged Huang Qingwu and said affectionately: "Qingwu, I miss you very much, miss you very much..."

He also wanted to say that he had a dream that he had hurt her. He was worried.

Huang Qingwu was stunned. She wanted to push Han Yichu away, but her mind seemed to be echoed with similar familiar words.

It seems that a long time ago, the same voice said in her ear that she missed her.

Han Yichu is very tight in his arms. He wants to rub Huang Qingwu into his body. If he doesn't separate, he won't worry about gain and loss any more.

Just when they were in a trance, a voice came from the house, "do you want to stay?"

Han Yichu and Huang Qingwu suddenly recalled, "we want to stay."

Huang Qingwu was going to live separately from Han Yichu, but Han Yichu was always worried about leaving her alone in the room. Everything here is too strange.

After he came in, Rao Shi's mind was clear, and he couldn't distinguish between dream and reality. He didn't know what scene he was in.

"Obedience, we want a double room, each sleeping, you can rest assured, as long as you do not want, I will not do anything to you."

He didn't want her to be unhappy, for fear that she would be frightened, and he didn't want to do something she didn't want to do to Huang Qingwu.

"I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen. The house is occupied with only one bedroom."

"Just one room!"

Huang Qingwu angrily looks at Han Yichu. Before she speaks, he decides.

Han Yichu coaxes Huang Qingwu in a low voice, "good, believe me, OK? There's only one bed. If you sleep, I'll be on the ground. "

Listening to Han Yichu's words, Huang Qingwu's heart is soft and guilty.

"I sleep on the floor, you sleep in bed."

"Fool, can I let you sleep on the ground and I sleep in bed?"

Huang Qing dance looked at Han Yichu's serious and gentle look, and her heart quickly jumped a few times.

The bedrooms here are all in the style of the ancient Republic of China.

After Huang Qingwu went in, he couldn't help but go to the window to see, "Yichu, do you think it's strange here?"

Han Yichu's heart beat quickly, "what's strange?"

"Do you feel familiar with it? I always feel like I've seen it somewhere. "

When Han Yichu heard this, he was so excited that he almost cried out. The person in front of him was his leaning dance, and he was never wrong.

Han Yichu's throat moved, and he said in a low voice, "I feel familiar too. Can you feel anything else?"

He is waiting for the answer of Huangqing dance.

But Huang Qingwu leaned against the window and looked out. It seemed that there were scenes in front of her. They were all scenes of the Republic of China.