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It was still the same smell as a few years ago. The size of the house seemed to be even smaller than it was a few years ago.

The landscape painting on the wall was still there. However, the new landscape painting of the time had now become dilapidated. It was unknown who had deducted two pieces from the fish-like map hanging on the southern wall, revealing the milky-yellow walls. Only a lonely wagging tail remained.

Compared to his current spacious and bright home, this shabby rented house seemed very cold. Cold air poured in from nowhere and filled the room. On the cement floor, there was a pile of paper and trash that the previous tenant had thrown away before he left. It seemed that the tenant left in a hurry, just like when he left. Huang Xing remembered the things that happened when he left this place. It was Fu Zhenxin who insisted on following her to see where she was staying. However, when she came in, she felt sore all over. She didn't think that Chief of Staff from Xin Edge Company would actually live in such an old and simple rented room. The kind Fu Zhenxin convinced Fu Jie to give the house that she had left unoccupied to Huang Xing to use and live in. And it was because of this that a series of hilarious emotional entanglements had occurred between him and the Fu sisters.

Many emotions turned into many familiar scenes that were played one by one in Huang Xing's mind.

The feeling of teleportation which he had experienced a few years ago made Huang Xing seem as if he had suddenly become a small fry filled with fighting spirit and passion. The little security guard;

To be exact, from this small rented room, Huang Xing saw his own history of love and struggle. After being separated for a few years, it was obvious that it was a stranger, but it still exuded a familiar aura. The shabby house was suffused with a special smell. This scent, seemed to have caused an intense chemical reaction within Huang Xing's body, to the point that he stood there blankly.

Just as Ouyang Mengjiao was touching the few paintings on the wall with interest, he suddenly touched the white light in Huang Xing's eyes. "Eh, are you crying?" Ouyang Mengjiao was very surprised as he walked over.

Huang Xing calmed his emotions and said indifferently: "I'm not crying, I'm sighing with emotion."

Ouyang Mengjiao tsked: I didn't expect you to be such a nostalgic person. Like I said, people have feelings. You can't forget this place.

Huang Xing wandered around the room, secretly comparing its current appearance to a few years ago.

Ouyang Mengjiao sat on the bed, and deliberately used his butt to move it up and down to test the quality of the bed: "Do you think this is the bed that we slept on all those years ago?"

Huang Xing looked carefully at the pure wood bed frame and black mold already growing on it. "Yes!" Huang Xing nodded his head: That's right, the bed had not changed. Look, the brick on the foot of the bed isn't moving.

Almost by accident, Huang Xing caught sight of a black grey thing closest to the bottom of the bed. To be exact, it was two.

Huang Xing pulled back the bed, and saw clearly that it was a pair of female high heels. As he had been under the bed for a long time, the surface of his shoes had become moldy and rotten. Inside the shoes, there were many things similar to mouse poop. Huang Xing blew at the dust on the shoes, wanting to look at them from inside!

Ouyang Mengjiao suspiciously asked: Quickly throw it away, it's so dirty, what are you doing with it? Ouch, disgusting, smelly shoes! Whose shoes are these?

Huang Xing ignored her.

Ouyang Mengjiao muttered to himself: It's not my shoes anyway, I never throw my shoes under the bed. It must be. It must have been one of the tenants here, so unkempt, throwing smelly shoes all over the place. Hmph, how stinky.

Huang Xing reached out and took out the insole on the pair of shoes. The insole was extremely exquisite, and there were many peony flowers embroidered on it. Despite the dust, the intricacy of the insole could not be concealed. Huang Xing blew at the dust, and said expressionlessly: "This pair of shoes was personally embroidered by my mother. In the middle of the night, she wore a pair of flowery glasses embroidered one needle after another.

"Ah?" "What?" Ouyang Mengjiao was stunned for a moment. You mean … You mean. These shoes … It's your ex-wife Zhao Xiaoran's?

Huang Xing nodded: That's right. When she left that night, she took nothing with her except her clothes. When we were together, my parents liked her a lot. Although our family was very poor, they talked a lot to please this daughter-in-law. My mother made her a cotton coat, made her a insole, but she didn't wear it a single time. She thought it was too fat. She had been using this insole the entire time.

Ouyang Mengjiao opened his mouth wide in shock: Really? What a pity, what a pity. She failed to live up to your family's beautiful expectations.

Huang Xing shook the insole he pulled out from his shoes on the bed frame, shaking off the dust. The insole that symbolized hope and motherly love was now so heavy.

Ouyang Mengjiao thought for a while before saying: "Throw that shoe away, it's already moldy!" These tenants were also quite lazy. They had swapped out so many times, yet they hadn't cleaned the bottom of the bed. Look at the dirt under the bed. Ouch.

Huang Xing then asked her: When you lived, did you clean up?

Ouyang Mengjiao said with reason: "I cleaned it before!" But there was no way to reach it. He took the broom and hooked it under the bed a few times. Besides, this is the room you rented, okay? My room is next door. I was married to a chicken, and I lived with you in this room.

When she said "marry the chicken to the chicken", it sounded stiff, but it also perfectly implied a special state of mind that Ouyang Mengjiao had in the past.

Just then, the landlady auntie came in with a blanket. Huang Xing quickly took it and put it on the bed.

'Just one night! ' Ouyang Mengjiao said, and glanced at Huang Xing.

Huang Xing sighed, and did not say a word.

To be exact, this rented house that he had not seen for a long time brought back too many memories and sorrows from the depths of his heart. He really wanted to find and explore even more memories and memories within this limited space. Although it was a painful process, it was also extremely fascinating. The beautiful or sore past was like the flesh that grew on his body. It was so real, so sensitive.

The landlady said, There's a broom outside. You guys clean the room a bit, so I won't. I won't disturb you any longer. Early... Rest early.

Huang Xing nodded.

Ouyang Mengjiao raised his hand and urged her: Go, Auntie.

The landlady walked to the door, but suddenly turned back and looked at Ouyang Mengjiao with a strange gaze, as if she wanted to say something.

'What's wrong? ' Ouyang Mengjiao asked doubtfully.

Once again, the landlady smelled the strong scent of alcohol coming from her. "How many bottles of alcohol did you drink?" By the way, what time do you leave tomorrow?

Ouyang Mengjiao thought for a moment, then said: I'll probably have to leave early in the morning. We. We all have to work.

'Early in the morning... "Then …" The landlady said in a broken voice, How about... Otherwise … You first. It was …

She thought for a while and didn't say anything. She pinched it with two fingers and made a gesture that was similar to picking up money.

Ouyang Mengjiao immediately understood that she was hinting at him to quickly pay the rent of the three hundred yuan. Ouyang Mengjiao laughed, and indeed took out three hundred dollar bills from his purse, and handed it over to the landlady: Don't worry aunty, I will not miss your room money.

'It's great, it's wonderful. The landlady received the 300 yuan with trembling hands. It was as if she had received an unexpected large sum of money. Her face bloomed with an unconcealable joy. Then you guys. You guys pack up and rest early. When you leave tomorrow, just leave, lock the door, put the key in. Put it on the windowsill or on the table where I can see it.

With that, the landlady happily left.

Huang Xing and Ouyang Mengjiao looked at each other, Huang Xing laughed bitterly and said: You really want to stay here?

Ouyang Mengjiao raised his head: Since I have already handed over the money, it's already too late for me to think about it.

Huang Xing frowned: What the hell are you doing here, you?

Ouyang Mengjiao stressed: I'm not selling any medicine, I just have a whim. I just want to relive my life's experiences, and want to find some lost and beautiful memories with you in this rented room.

Huang Xing smiled bitterly and shook his head. At this moment, his heart was filled with contradictions and he was at a loss. The dramatic scene and the warm scene from a few years ago had caused his emotions to remain tense. It was as if they had truly returned to the world from a few years ago. He was still the little guy who fought every day; she was still the little telemarketer who woke her up in her work clothes and told her to go to work every day.

This was an extremely wondrous feeling.

The way Ouyang Mengjiao made the bed and the view of his back made Huang Xing once again feel like he had really returned from another world.

All of this was like a dream or fantasy. The two of them, who had drunk quite a lot of wine, miraculously repeated the events of the past in this familiar yet foreign environment.