"I'm ....." Looking at the row of buttons, a trace of confusion flashed in Lan Qi's eyes, and his voice was much softer, "Fifteenth floor." ”

"Fifteenth floor?" The aunt pressed the button, "Is it so coincidental?" ”

In the last sentence, the aunt lowered her voice, she seemed to remember that the little couple also lived on the fifteenth floor.

After so many years, I don't know what happened to the two of them, if I move faster, maybe I have children!

Lan Qi got out of the elevator, and the corridor in front of her was still the same as back then, but there were more residents' sundries piled up in the corner, and the sensor light in the corridor seemed to be broken, which happened to be in front of the door of the house where Lan Qi lived back then.

The keyhole on the door already had traces of rust, and reaching out to cover it with a rough feel in addition to the cold touch, and a little powder fell and stuck to the hand, which was a rust stain.

In a trance, I went back to the way I used to be when I got out of school every afternoon, running back in a hurry with my schoolbag, bringing an ice cream in the summer and a hot dog in the winter.

Sometimes he accidentally bumped into the person's body, ruining his high-end handmade suit, and the other party was stunned, as if he was going to be angry.

The little girl in front of her lowered her head and didn't dare to look directly, but finally felt the warm touch on her head.

Thinking about it now, I can't help but want to laugh.

Fingers stroked the already rusty door lock, and when his eyes touched the blue color on his nails, he came back to his senses, and it was different.

Reach into your pocket and feel the coldness.

Pull out.

There is also a plastic animal attachment hanging on it, and the color on it has fallen completely due to time.

The door lock turned, still a familiar sound, the door was opened, and there was a dull smell, and the air was filled with an unfamiliar smell, but with this trace of familiarity.

It was as if the door to dusty memories had been opened, and the sudden influx of darkness also had the laughter and laughter of the past, mixed together, like a monstrous wave rushing towards Lan Qi.

Depressed, a little dull and out of breath, the hand on the doorknob had a moment of force and hesitation, standing at the door, never having the courage to take another step.

The furnishings in the house were the same as back then, but the sensitive Lan Qi could still detect those slight differences, and yes, she sold the house to someone else when she left.

And all the furnishings in the room have been taken care of by her, although these things are similar, but they are never the ones she used back then.

There is also a pair of white slippers outside the shoe cabinet next to the door, which is very clean.

Each place has the air of someone living in it, and it is not difficult to know who deliberately arranged it.

But a fake is a fake, even if it is disguised, there is only a cold breath in the air, and there is no life, just like a cold ice cellar.

From your skin to your heart, it forms a thin thread that wraps it little by little.

She had always thought that she would never return to this place, and perhaps she would not even have the courage to open the door, which contained the best things she had ever had.

When she first came to this world, she had a father who loved her, a friend who loved her, no longer had to worry about money, and she had the capital to pursue her dreams.

Everything she had ever had, the wonderful excitement, the sweetness mixed with the sourness, the first heartbeat, they were beautiful, they were what she had for herself.