Du Ruo woke up from his sleep, Fang Cai's grandmother's cautious appearance and firm and clear eyes. She looked up at the clock on the wall, and the hands pointed to eight-fifty. The sun mischievously shines through the gaps in the curtains and shines indoors, itching people's faces. She reached out to block out the glare of the sunlight, only to realize that she had slept on the couch all night.

The old bungalow during the day is a little more lively, and it is no longer as dark and deep as it is at night. It was then that I noticed that the beams of the roof were smoky and repaired, and the wounds became more and more shocking as time passed. I vaguely remembered that this old bungalow had been hit by a fire, and although it was put out in time, it inevitably left terrible scars. The house was renovated after the war, but it was also nationalized for a long time.

Du Ruo thought that if she had the superpower to perceive those moments that had happened in every corner, then this old house that had been through the vicissitudes of life would definitely be able to tell her countless amazing stories. It's just that now she can only re-excavate the proof of the existence of those people and things from the incomplete memories.

Sandwiched between the handwritten manuscript paper is a yellowed old photograph of a man with stiff features and resolute eyes. He left a perfect silhouette, as if he were the best movie star of his time. She flipped the photo over to find out where it came from, only to see a code of dots and lines behind it.

"Morse Code"! Du Ruo smiled slightly, and a shallow pear vortex rose at the corner of his mouth, "This thing is really getting more and more fun." I thought it was just to do some sorting work before the handover of assets, but I didn't expect to get a glimpse of a legendary history and participate in an exploration.

Du Ruo turned on his laptop and connected to the Internet with traffic. According to the comparison table on the Internet about the Morse code, this password is meant to represent a "237" who knows. Du Ruo thought, this may be the room number of the hotel, or it may be the once world-famous Peace Hotel. Or maybe it's the house number, or maybe it represents an old house hidden among the tall buildings. Most likely, it was the password of the bank safe, after all, in my grandmother's recollections, my family had opened an account in a foreign bank and had rented a safe for a long time. So which bank will it be, but where is the key to the safe? Maybe this is an interlocking puzzle, waiting for Du Ruo to solve them one by one.

Du Ruo carefully put his grandmother's manuscripts and photos into his handbag. At this moment, the doorbell suddenly remembered. Du Ruo's heart sank: "How can this old bungalow in disrepair have guests?" She closed her notebook alertly and looked through the curtain of the window to see who the visitor was.

Looking down from the third floor, the figure of the visitor looks tall and slender. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could know that he was definitely a young man about the same age as himself. She was afraid that after waiting for a long time, the visitor would think that there was no one at home and leave, so she shouted at the window: "Don't worry, I will come down immediately." Without waiting for a reaction, she hurried downstairs.

The moment the door opened, a mist was raised, a mixture of dust and loose wood chips, with a stale smell of age. Du Ruo tilted his head to avoid the harsh sunlight, and was finally able to see the face of the person who came. The man had beautiful eyebrows and a high nose, and his narrow double eyelids made his eyes more black and white. The slightly dark complexion and deep facial features show a youthful and sunny taste.

"Hi, hello, I'm Lin Weiyi". The visitor briefly introduced himself, as if the two had known each other for a long time. "I'm here to find Zhu Huiran's relatives, who are you?"

Du Ruo turned sideways to make way for a passage: "I am her granddaughter, Du Ruo." ”

Du Ruo put a warm water book on the coffee table: "This house has been vacant for a few months, and it can only be simplified because of its ugliness, sorry." ”

Lin Weiyi looked at her, with a smile in her long eyes, as warm and warm as the sunshine of this day: "It's okay, Miss Du, you don't have to be busy." ”

Du Ruo sat down on the single sofa on his side: "Mr. Lin, don't be polite, just call me Du Ruo." ”

Lin Weiyi picked up the water glass in front of him and took a sip, his movements were very elegant, obviously from a good background. He said straight to the point: "My surname is Lin, and my grandmother is a good friend of your grandmother. ”

Du Ruo's slender eyelashes flashed slightly: "Mislin? My grandmother's memoirs often mentioned this name. ”

Lin Weiyi took out a stack of letter paper from his backpack, and judging from the rope of the package, these letters had not been read for a long time. He said: "These are letters exchanged between your grandmother and my grandmother during the war, which were terminated for a time. My grandmother passed away more than a year ago, and she gave me these letters, so that I must hand them over to the descendants of the Zhou family. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Now I have finally lived up to my trust." ”

Du Ruo took the letters from his hand: "Well, I don't know what to do with these private letters, but thank you very much." She saw that Lin Weiyi had been paying attention to the wall clock on the wall, so she said: "If Mr. Lin has something to do, go ahead and get busy, and I will deal with it myself later." ”

Lin Weiyi showed a slightly apologetic look on his face: "I'm really embarrassed, because I have only recently returned to China, and I am not very familiar with many situations in the company, so I have meetings with the heads of different departments every day." As if he remembered something, he took out a key from his wallet: "This key was also given to my grandmother by your grandmother, and I will give it to you today." This key is from Citibank, I hope it helps you somewhat. ”

After sending Lin Weiyi away, Du Ruo quietly looked at the key on the table, and remembered the numbers "237" hidden behind the photo, and had mixed feelings for a while. Considering that in the past few decades, after wars and events, the original Citibank building has changed hands several times, and whether this safe and its contents have survived has become a mystery, not to mention the complicated series of inheritance procedures. From death certificates to wills, there may also be a court ruling, and it is estimated that it will take a long time to know what exactly the grandmother left behind.

"It's just", Du Ruo secretly decided, "Since my grandmother has carefully set up this mystery, it will definitely not be an ordinary object inside." Even if it's just for that legendary past, you have to stick to it to the end."

Thinking about it, she dialed Citibank's customer service number, and a sweet and standard female voice came from it, Du Ruo thought that her phone call could keep them busy for a while. And what she is looking forward to is what kind of twists and turns her grandmother will experience next?