The old town of Yanjing City, Beixin Street.

On both sides of the road are some old European-style buildings.

Qin Jiu looked sideways at the street scene outside the window, and retracted his gaze to look at Shen Zhifei, who was driving in the driver's seat.

"Where is this?"

"Where I live."

Shen Zhifei drove the car into a quiet courtyard and parked on the side of the three-story villa building.

Pushing the car door, he walked around the car and helped her pull the door.

"I want you to know me a little bit better."

Qin Jiu looked around, this area is the old city, and these buildings are at least a hundred years old.

Not only is every inch of land expensive now, but those who can live here back then must also be dignitaries.

The vines and flowers bloomed all the way to the window side of the third floor, and a dark fragrance floated in the air.

Shen Zhifei stepped on the steps and opened the door.

"You're alone?" Qin Jiu followed.

With such a big house, it may seem a bit empty to live alone.

"My grandmother used to live here, but then she moved out of town and gave it to me." Shen Zhifei pushed open the door, "Every week, a maid will come to clean up, usually I am alone, and Ding Rui occasionally stays for one or two nights." ”

The decoration of the room seems to have a sense of age, not old, but the breath of time precipitation.

Qin Jiu walked into the door and walked into the living room, and there was an illusion of traveling through time in a trance.

The cream-white sofa, the dark gold old-fashioned telephone on the small square table, and even a large fireplace on the east wall......

It's summer, and there's no need to light a fire.

But when Qin Jiu looked over, she saw the jumping flames.

The fire is burning, and it's very warm to the touch.

"What do you drink?"

She came back to her senses and knew she was wandering again.

"Whatever."

But why is there a fireplace?

Could it be that she had been here before, or had she seen a similar fireplace somewhere else?

"You sit down first, and I'll be back shortly."

Shen Zhifei casually dropped the key and walked into the kitchen on the side of the hall.

Qin Jiu walked to the fireplace and admired the oil painting hanging on it, which should be the elders of the Shen family, a couple holding a little girl.

"That's my great-grandfather, great-grandmother, and grandmother, wasn't she cute when she was a kid?" Shen Zhifei appeared at the door with an apron and explained with a smile from afar.

Qin Jiu looked at the little girl in the oil painting, then thought about the amiable old man in the ward, and nodded.

"I'll help you make some food, what do you want for a late-night snack, maple muffins or egg noodles?"

"Maple muffins."

She wanted something sweet.

"It's going to take about ten minutes, and you can look around." Shen Zhifei fastened his apron, "There is a study upstairs, and the second room on the right, you can find a book to read." ”

Qin Jiu walked to the floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the living room, looked at the garden through the window, and walked up the stairs into the study.

The study room is large, and the shelves that rise to the roof are full of books, many of which are rare ancient books.

On the mahogany desk, the laptop is folded in the corner, the pen holder holds rice paper, and the pen holder is next to the fax machine......

Modern products and the four treasures of the study are harmoniously placed in one place.

His eyes fell on the lion-shaped paperweight, Qin Jiu walked over and gently held the paperweight in his hand.

The carving is exquisite, and it has a lot of weight in the hand, and it looks like a thing that has been around for years.

Holding the paperweight, images flashed through her mind once more.

"Be careful, don't hit your hands."

It was a young man's voice, clear as spring water, with a smile and concern.