[It must be explained here that the previous chapter was PB for unknown reasons and is being unsealed as soon as possible.] It's going to be a rough time to read. Since the website boss doesn't agree with the PB, then I can only add more if I don't agree, thank you for your support! 】

He remembers getting lost in Tokyo as a child, walking from Chiyoda to Daikanyama and from Daikanyama to Ebisu, and walking back to the neighborhood near the hotel with only a child's intuition about the cityscape and the direction of the sun.

Now, he is looking for an address on an official website advertisement to trace a person's trajectory, and he actually relies on this intuition.

When the taxi was about to arrive at the designated place, his eyes fell directly on the roof of an old western-style building, which should be here from the address positioning.

"Parking, thank you." Mu Luyuan got out of the car on the main road and walked down an alley.

It is said that this old bungalow once housed many famous people of that era, but now it is a mottled narrow path, trembling wind and rain remnants.

Mu Luyuan stopped in front of a renovated iron door, faintly, there was a burst of music coming from the house, the pointed roof was covered with ivy, dry vines, it was the house he saw in the car, although there was no house number, but he knew that this was it.

The melody of the music is not very distinct, it is scattered and a little sensational, because it can't cover the noise of the construction in the front yard. The door lock is open, Mu Luyuan walked in, this should be a back door, the front yard is being repaired, so the door will be opened.

Two old lilac trees are far away in a corner of the backyard, and when they are in bloom, they fall a light purple withered flower, and the afternoon sun falls, and the wind passes, and the fragrance is fragrant.

He remembered that this aroma was not a perfume, but a fragrance that had precipitated in the air around him.

He suddenly had a sense, could she be here?

He went deep and turned around a manicured lawn on the side of the building, and he came to the front yard, the yard was not too big, the house was French, and it was a very magnificent place to imagine back then.

Now it's busy, with several construction workers moving building materials into the house. The yard was being renovated and trees were being transplanted, and he found an opportunity to go into the house with a few workers and go upstairs.

As the old creaking wooden spiral staircase went up, it was a three-story building, and the workers continued to move up, but Mu Luyuan stopped on the second floor. In the spacious corner of the corner, there was an old record player, the stylus shook slightly, and the voice was like a detached voice, and it was shrouded in sadness. Closer, he could hear the classical concerto of violin and guitar, vaguely remembering, where he seemed to have heard it, but he couldn't remember anything.

The door next to it was hidden, and through the crack in the door you could see a corner of the slanted window, and the shadows of the trees outside the window cast mottled and shaky shadows on the old floor. He gently pushed the door open a little more, and finally saw a back.

He has seen the slender shoulders and neck, the lazy and casual posture, and the often distracted back.

She was here and almost immediately recognizable. It seems that there are informants in the air, and he can find her every time, is it cursed?

And her shoulders were trembling slightly from time to time at the moment, and he also knew that she was probably crying.

Miao leaned in front of the window, clasped his hands, because he felt cold and desolate; In the middle of summer and summer, it is the kind of cold that is cold to the bone, and the bustling streets are the kind of desolation that is barren all around; She rested her head on the curtains stacked by the window, smelling the familiar smell left in the dust, looking out the window, not in fact, she didn't know that she was already crying. Tears spilled uncontrollably out of the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks and into his neck.

She was looking at a persimmon tree in the front yard.

Workers are preparing to cut it down because it's just too big. It shaded too much sunlight from the south-facing room, and the well-known designer thought that the persimmon tree would not be a good match for the renovated house, and that the front yard should be filled with lilacs and ash to fit the aesthetics of a high-end clubhouse and his personal quirks.

So they don't know that that the tree, the red fruit that the tree will bear full of in late autumn every year, and the sound of the ripe persimmons falling from the dead leaves from time to time, is the only thing a girl has left for her mother.

On that morning, the first snow was thinly covered with fallen leaves, and there were two persimmons falling in the sugar-covered yard. She also stood in this room, secretly watching her mother leave the house, and the sad back wrapped in her coat disappeared behind the persimmon tree. For many years afterward, she took good care of the tree, with a delusional desire that maybe one day, her mother would reappear under the tree and come back.

Of course, that dream did not come true, and she never asked again, and she vaguely knew anything about her mother, that she was dead.

Just as she was first brought into this house by Mu Pengfei when she was 6 years old, when she left here at the age of 12 and was sent to Hong Kong, she never really considered this place home. She knew she had no home. However, all her childhood memories, whether gloomy or lonely, beautiful or lackluster, are here after all. After all, this is the greatest piece of beloved evidence a child can have.

The workers who had finished carrying upstairs went down the stairs again, looked at Mu Luyuan curiously, but fortunately didn't say anything and left.

They had to go to the yard to help, and the huge trunks and flourishing branches that had been cut down had to be carried again.

Cutting down a tree and transplanting a tree cost several times the difference in manpower and material resources, and if there are no special requirements, all construction units are inclined to this simple method of easy driving.

The sound of chainsaws in the yard finally stopped abruptly, and the tree fell diagonally.

Miao Haoshi finally cried uncontrollably, nothing could be left, nothing could be changed, her star-like eyes were full of desolation.

This crying voice is probably the saddest voice Mu Luyuan has ever heard.

The first time he saw her crying, he didn't know how to comfort her, so he had to take her to see the sunrise. This time he saw her crying again, but he couldn't do anything and didn't know what to do.

His grip on the doorknob froze there, unable to move. He wanted to rush over and put his arms around her, but he stood motionless.

Because the music in his ears finally became clear and clear at a certain moment, penetrating his mind and resounding through his distant childhood memories.

Of course, he had heard it before.

In Dad's study, in Dad's office, in his car, in the background track in his hotel lobby, in short, this melody is like an empowerment, familiar and broken in all the bits and pieces of time about father.

He suddenly turned to observe the record player, so familiar, as if the nostalgia of another world had also turned back time. He couldn't help but walk over and pick up the record case that he had set aside. The yellowed oil painting cover, the Japanese music sheet content, and even the feel is so ironed as before.

He gradually felt his breathing become short, and his heartbeat was as if it had been choked by the cool breeze.

This is Rodrigo's "Alain Huiz Love", a version played by Angel in concert with the London Symphony Orchestra.

That's right, this is the record that his dad has protected exceptionally well in a plastic bag, and from time to time, when he is alone, when he is drinking, he will take it out, carefully put it in the antique record player, and listen to it for a while.

Listen for a while, as she is now, like an out-of-body listen.

It seems that everything suddenly has an explanation.

He felt that the blood all over his body was flowing backwards, the earth was reversed, and the sun would not be so dizzy when it was autophagy.

He could only stand at that doorway, perhaps for a long time, waiting for himself to calm down, for the boiling blood to cool, or simply for her inside to stop sobbing.

Until the light had gone down, there was no more light in the staircase hallway, and the room had returned to its dead silence.

He turned and went downstairs.

When he walked down the stairs, the sound of gravity must have been not small, and he walked as gently as he could, but there was still a strange sound echoing in the hallway.

Before going out of the iron gate, he looked back at the courtyard and her window, and for a moment, the lights were on.

Mu Luyuan walked out quickly. He figured she wouldn't have guessed she'd been here, and better never would know.

But for the next month or so, he seemed to be walking smoothly, as if he had made a miracle, as long as he had time, he would come to this house to see if she was here.

Miao Haoshi does come over often. The advertisement on the website is true, and it is indeed a remodeling of a members-only high-end cigar club called 'Twilight Garden'.

The renovation project lasted 90 days, and the extremely strict membership recruitment was also limited to 90 days, and halfway through the schedule, most of the people in the city who had heads and faces, were worth a lot of money, or the hormone (male testosterone) secretion that was too high at the beginning of the T was lined up to join the membership. All male power features. In fact, there is no rule that says that women are not allowed to join the church. It's just because the recruiter is the financial upstart who has just returned from Hong Kong, and his background is a mystery, Miao Haoshi.

Of course, the first VIP member to join the club without suspense is Mu Luyuan's father, Caesar's boss Mu Pengfei.

And this time is also Mu Luyuan's most secret time.

Today is the thirtieth time, he was sitting in a nearby coffee shop pretending to read, and Miao Hao walked out of the house, without a car or bystanders, and walked past the window where his head was bowed. Less than 10 meters away, he was already following closely.

She walked through that glitzy and hypocritical world in disguise, and he lurked behind her without knowing anything.

Gradually, he began to enjoy this small pleasure.

Of course, he knew that he was stalking her. But I didn't know that this short period of time was the closest moment when the boat drifting in the galaxy of destiny could get closer.