'My' Past:

I stumbled upon that little basement because one of my favorite things to do was to go to my father's study and read a book. The small basement was in my father's study.

Every time my father wasn't at home, or when I was taking a nap, I would sneak into the study in the middle of the room and read the novels and stories that I wasn't allowed to read. In my mind, these are the outside worlds.

I often think of the old woman who sold cold noodles in the small alley in front of the school when I was a child. Although many, many years have passed, the old woman's face is completely unrecallable. But the sour and spicy cold noodle taste is still in my taste buds.

I have seen the same plot in various novels in my father's study, and every time I see it, I feel extremely relatable. How I wish I could have a grandma or a mom to love!

My father usually moves around the main house, especially after I can no longer provide the content of my dreams, my father comes here less and less, I don't know why he doesn't want to see the books in this study anymore, but my interest is getting stronger and stronger.

I imagined that the study room was the school, and I imagined myself sitting in the study room reading a book, just like a student sitting in a classroom and taking a self-study class. I even brought my own little alarm clock.

Every time the little alarm clock goes off, it means that the time for a class has passed, and then I get up and quietly walk around the study in my socks (wearing socks, of course, because I don't want my father to find out what I'm doing). It's like students running back and forth in the hallway after class, which makes me happy.

Life went on day by day, and I gradually passed the age of marriage. But my father, like he didn't care about such a thing at all, still didn't allow me to take a step out of the house.

I know what he's worried about? And I didn't have much interest in it, my interest was all in his study, so it didn't matter.

A big girl who is about to turn 30! But the mindset is still the same as that of fourteen or fifteen years old, and I don't know if I will be able to survive in this world after my father dies.

The next major overhaul of Spiegel House is coming soon, and the name Spiegel House is really inappropriate, and my father may want to describe himself as having a heart like Spiegel and can predict everything! But aren't all things in dreams hazy? And what I dreamed of made me feel weird and scared, so I always secretly called the house 'The Strange House' in private.

Every time I made major repairs, my father would drive me into a side house and not let me see the workers at all. As for me, I am also happy, because at this time, I can hang around in the study in small leather shoes openly, and I will definitely not be scolded by an angry father!

But this time everything changed, because a young man broke into my father's study and greeted me secretly, and his first words were: "You are so beautiful, miss!" ”

Because of his words, I smiled for the first time in a long time, and I actually felt a little shy. For many days on end, this young man came to talk to me secretly during work breaks, and we gradually became acquainted, and he became more and more tall and handsome in my eyes, like a prince who came out of a novel.

I feel like I've added some other joy to my life, something more exciting and beautiful than reading a book!

A month later, the overhaul was over, and on the last night before leaving, I invited him into the study in the side room. It hurt me to be separated, and it made him feel bad, and the two of us snuggled up to each other as if we had endless words.

I prayed that the sun would rise slowly, and even that the next day my father would be sick and in bed, and that we would be able to stay all morning.

But the wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel, just before dawn, my father's footsteps came in from the door of the study. This made us panic, and I knew that my father would never allow me to think otherwise.

I tried desperately to hide him, but it was clear from behind the bookcase, and I couldn't hide anyone. What should I do, what should I do?

He wanted to stand up and explain the relationship to his father, but in that case, he might lock me up somewhere forever and never see the sun tomorrow......

I tugged at him, pushing him desperately behind the bookcase, thinking that I would go to the door to block my father, and maybe there was a glimmer of hope.

As we tugged and pulled, his back knocked over the only desk in the study, and then, as his father's loud questioning voice came in, the miracle happened at the same time. He's temporary, no! Just like God arranged, he disappeared in front of me forever, and I also made my father disappear in front of him forever......

'My' Now:

I don't know when I started to write letters, writing down every bit of my thoughts in life, I don't know what happened in the treacherous house in the past? I only know that the housekeeper said: You must not go behind the ruins.

The housekeeper and the cook were old servants who had lived with my father, and they were there at the time of the fire, and they remembered it clearly, but I had no impression at all, as if they were the former owners of the house.

Except for the villa, the only property left by my father was the money recorded in the account book on the housekeeper. I don't even know how much money is left? But as long as the housekeeper arranges my life properly every day, I don't care.

The most important thing in my life is Eternal, he is the son of the cook, he will not leave me alone, and the cook will not ignore me.

Every morning and evening, I am still immersed in the joy of talking to the old man of time. Because this is the method taught to me by my lover, I can learn a lot by talking to the old man of time, for example, adding the emotional part of the diary.

But the housekeeper was very disgusted with me writing this diary, and always looked for an opportunity to tell me not to think about anything and to stay at home in peace. I have to listen to the steward's words. That's why I always keep my diary well so that only Eternal can see it.

But the cook is still very amiable, he always changes tricks to make us good food, every time the horror goes to the living room, the food brought back we can't finish the food, I really like the cook's craft more and more, when the housekeeper is not there, I go with the horror to learn from the cook.

Eternal always has to go down to the mountains for half of the year to work, and during this time, I can be very, very lonely when I am alone in the house. Thankfully, I don't know how I'd have waited without her.

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The story we talked about before seems to be very contradictory, the hostess is missing, but Yun Yeyao and Yan Muheng are trying their best to find the restaurant proprietress and the chef; Also, the little maid's strange reaction to horror, and what happened in the room with sails in the brown tower.

These seemingly unrelated things have actually gradually led to a main line. It is important to note that the past and present of 'me', the clues revealed in this part of the chapter, are very important, and can everything that has been experienced by people in the past and people in the present overlap.

And what is the meaning of those chicken blood? Please read on patiently, and perhaps in a certain chapter, the answer will suddenly appear in front of you! Perhaps under the mist of so many deceptions and false inferences, you are the only wise one who can see through the truth.