"Who are you looking for?" The woman asked, and her voice was as quiet and gentle as her appearance.

Qiao Yue came back to her senses, smiled, and said, "I'm here." She pointed to her house.

The woman's obviously surprised look appeared in those good-looking eyes, and her attitude became more enthusiastic, she directly opened the fence courtyard door, walked out of it, and stood outside to talk to Qiao Yue.

"This is your house?" The woman asked.

Ever since she moved here, she has always wondered what the owner of the house next door would be like and what kind of neighbor she would have.

"I used to live here, but I haven't been here in years." Qiao Yue smiled and said softly.

"You, live here?" Qiao Yue's tone paused slightly.

"Yes, I moved here five years ago, I'm a painter, it's quiet and it's good for creating, so I like it here." The woman said with a smile.

Qiao Yue's eyes moved to her clothes, and sure enough, she saw some colored stains on the corners of her clothes, which should be paints for painting.

It turns out that the Su family has already sold this place, too, such a sad place, maybe Su Mingyuan will never want to come again.

"Would you like to go to my house for a cup of tea?" The female neighbor kindly invited, she likes Qiao Yue very much, this may be the so-called fate.

"Thank you, no, I'll go in and have a look." Qiao Yue pointed to her house.

"Okay, then I won't bother you, if you need anything, don't be polite, you call me through the fence." The female neighbor laughed. Haha Literature Network

"Okay, thanks." Qiao Yue nodded, she also liked this gentle and literary woman, a bit like her mother's temperament back then, elegant and quiet, not disturbed by the world, like a hollow valley lotus blooming in the valley.

After the female neighbor left, Qiao Yue took out the key prepared in advance, opened the door of the villa, and walked in.

After so many years, the door lock has long been rusted so that it can't be seen the color of the year, but fortunately, the lock cylinder is of good quality and has not completely decayed, but it takes some effort to open it.

The house was already full of dust, and she walked in and walked around, her mind full of the happy times she had spent here with her mother.

But now, all the furniture was covered with a white cloth and moved aside, and the white cover was already covered with dust and cobwebs, and it was almost impossible to see that it was white.

Jo Crocodile looked around, then turned and walked upstairs, into the room where she had been staying.

There was also dust everywhere inside, she stood in front of the desk, looked out the window, and could see a corner of Su Mingyuan's backyard, oh no, now it was not Su Mingyuan's, but the gentle and kind female neighbor just now.

Qiao Yue turned around and looked around the house, and suddenly her eyes fell on the bookcase next to her, and there was an iron box on the top layer.

She walked over, stood on tiptoe, and took the box down in front of her.

Qiao Yue frowned and blew away the ups and downs on it, only to find that this was a biscuit box, she felt a little heavy in her hand, she subconsciously shook it twice, and found that there was indeed something inside.

Qiao Yue tried to open the box, but the surroundings were already rusty and couldn't be opened, and then she found a small screwdriver outside to pry it open.

When the box opened, she found that there was a small box inside, but it was not iron, but a very delicate wooden box, which looked like an antique, and had intricate carvings on it.

Qiao Yue knew this box, it was a sandalwood box, an item that her mother cherished very much during her lifetime, and it was also left to her by her grandfather.