"Sir." The maid greeted Song Eun-myung who was passing by.

"Hmm." Song Eunming didn't look back, his eyes fell on the room on the other side of the stairs.

It was not the first time that the servant had seen him lose his mind, and he was used to it.

The gentleman often had to stand in this position and look at the room across from which no one could enter or touch, sometimes for a long time, sometimes just for a while.

It is said that it was the former residence of my sister.

It's about another hidden untold story of a wealthy family.

Song Enming's palms will subconsciously rub the place he is holding, and touch the already smooth wooden railing brighter, he has never had much expression on his face, and his whole temperament is a little gloomy when he is young, and those who understand him can know that he must be a man with deep thoughts, and those who don't understand will think that it is just a practical temperament that is naturally melancholy and depressed.

He also did not live up to the evaluation of others, and when the Song family changed dramatically, he used almost bloody means to hold the stormy Song family, and grabbed the roots that were pulled up into his hands.

Even now, when Song Eunming is mentioned in people's faces, admiration will arise spontaneously in the hearts of the enemy.

Suddenly, Song Enming lowered his gaze and fell downstairs opposite.

Shang Ze was walking around with Chinese New Year's Eve, the two people didn't know what they were talking about, Song Chinese New Year's Eve's expression was a little curious, and he kept pulling Song Shangze, as if he was asking something.

As an older brother, Shang Ze must have a magical pride in his sister's dependence on him - Song Eun Ming actually smiled when he thought of this.

Ah Zhao had the most problems when she was a child, she was not sick at that time, the little one, she liked to pester herself the most, she had to follow wherever she went, it was more powerful than pestering her mother, she always looked up at him, as if she was looking up at her own sky.

He shook his head, Song Shangze had already taken Song Chinese New Year's Eve to the staircase, Song Enming looked at the dress again, it was really beautiful, with fine glitter, and it was indescribable under the light when he walked.

Ah Zhao didn't like to wear skirts when she was a child, she had very few skirts, because she had to run with herself, and it was easy to fall if she wore a longer one, and she was easy to be blown up when she was shorter.

- I don't want a skirt, I want a brother!

Ah Zhao said.

Maybe she got used to it when she was a child, and she rarely wore skirts when she grew up, but there was one that she particularly liked.

It was a ginger gauze skirt, relatively short, but she had only worn it once, with a woman, and then he wouldn't let it.

Song Enming's gaze somehow fell to the opposite door.

He saw that Song Chinese New Year's Eve had an irrepressible emotion in his arm, an almost cautious look - what she hid was actually very good, it was Song Enming's ability to perceive emotions too strongly.

She was walking to the room.

Maybe Song Shangze told her that it was her mother's old room.

It is true that Song Chinese New Year's Eve is very excited, but it is not because Song Shangze told her anything, it is that she has been here in her previous life.

In her previous life, she had pushed open that door.

Pushed it away with my own hands.

Only this time it's locked.

Could it be that the urn is also in it?

Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at the bright lock and didn't know how many flavors exploded in his heart, it should be many, many.

Sour, bitter, astringent...

It was as if the moment her hand touched the door, it all grabbed her violently beating heart.

She wanted to ask: Mom, how many years have you spent alone in this cage?

Isn't it, if your hand touches the wind, you can't help but be envious.