A brand-new black car stopped at the entrance of the alley, Lin Yuhan guessed that the car that came to pick her up had arrived, and continued to walk inside, and saw her father standing at the door talking to an uncle in his forties. He was greatly relieved to see Yuhan come back, and smiled all over his face, "Where did you go?" The car sent by Mr. James has arrived. ”

"I'll go up and get something." Yuhan replied coldly.

She gently went upstairs and took the handbag and picture clip that had been prepared, and when she reached the door of her mother's room, she stopped, looked at the closed door, took a deep breath and held back her tears, and then ran downstairs as fast as she could.

When the driver's uncle saw Yuhan come out, he hurriedly took the bag and picture folder in her hand, "Miss Lin, is there so much luggage?" ”

Yuhan nodded slightly and followed him out.

Lin Daxun suddenly felt a sour nose, and said to his daughter's back: "Be smart outside by yourself, pay more attention, and come home if something doesn't make it through." ”

Yuhan didn't look back, and the tears that she had been holding back finally flowed.

From this moment on, she is no longer the same Lin Yuhan, and her beautiful fantasies and visions for the future in her girlhood have been annihilated. What will life be like after that? She didn't dare to think about it.

The sedan crossed her familiar street, quickly entered the bustling street, and soon turned into a secluded boulevard for a while. Yuhan thought he was going to leave the city, but the car stopped at the gate of a stone-walled courtyard.

"Miss Lin, we're here." The driver got out of the car and opened the door for her.

Yuhan got out of the car and looked up at the stone wall and bronze courtyard gate. This is an old-fashioned single-courtyard garden house, the gate is a little old, the door number has been mottled and illegible, a few old plane tree branches stick out of the wall, and you can vaguely see the corner of the roof under the cover. Yuhan had a sense of déjà vu, as if evoking a certain image sealed in the depths of his memory, perhaps a scene he had seen in his sleep earlier, deep and blurry.

The driver took her luggage and led her straight into the gate. The yard is a bit cluttered, with some bamboo poles and tools spread out on the blue-gray stone road, and freshly turned soil in the flower beds. Dressed in civilian clothes, James was installing a fence for a flower bed with two workers, and a gardener was mowing the lawn. Seeing them come in, James shouted into the house, "Mother Song—"

A woman in her fifties hurried out of the house, rubbing her hands against her coarse cloth apron and standing still in the courtyard with a little humility.

"This is Mother Song." James turned his head sideways to Yuhan and introduced, "If there is anything in the future, I will greet her." After that, he threw himself into the work of installing the fence. He still has the same indifferent attitude, and his tone is very casual, as if Yuhan is already a regular customer or has lived together for a long time.

Mother Song smiled at Yuhan a little restrainedly, and called, "Miss Lin." "Then I took the luggage from the driver." I'll take you to the house to rest. ”

Yuhan nodded at Song Ma, followed a few steps, and stopped unconsciously. In front of me is a three-storey house, the house is some years old, although everywhere you can see the traces of the baptism of the years, but you can also clearly see the intentions of the design and builders, the whole craftsmanship is very exquisite, cinnabar-colored glazed roof, blue-gray marble walls, Scottish-style white window lattices, the second floor sticks out of the outside terrace, milky white jade carved railings......

Yuhan was suddenly hit by the scene in front of her, and the house and garden gradually enlarged in front of her eyes, so big that her eyes hurt and her throat choked, making her breathless.

Isn't this the old mansion she remembered as a child? It's been more than a decade and she hasn't returned, but the memories of her childhood are still deep. She seemed to see the little girl running out of the house laughing and chasing in the yard, her grandfather sat on a wicker chair and looked at her lovingly, hehe laughed out loud, and her mother stood on the terrace on the second floor and shouted down: "Yuhan, run slowly, don't fall!" ”……

Yuhan gradually came back to his senses, and suddenly felt a cold sweat on his back, is all this just a coincidence? She turned her head and looked warily at James, how could he be the owner of this house?

James slowly stood up, "What? Not satisfied with the house? He patted the dirt on his hands, "It's hard to find a good fit in such a short period of time." In fact, this house is still good, but it is neglected to manage and repair, and you will be satisfied when it is sorted out in a few days. I think it's much more convenient to have your own house than to live in a hotel. ”

Yu Han looked at James, his eyes were flat and sincere, he couldn't see anything abnormal, Yu Han couldn't tell if it was a coincidence or someone had ulterior motives.

She didn't make a sound, with a cloud of doubts in her heart, she turned around and followed Song Ma into the house.