She hadn't been to that house in years, and her memory was vague.

After finding there, it took more than an hour, looking at the familiar and very unfamiliar dilapidated house in front of me, my mood was a little complicated, and I couldn't say what I felt.

She remembered her uncle telling her that the key to the house was in the crack in the window.

The windows are covered with dust and cobwebs, and you can see the traces of being abandoned for a long time and uninhabited.

She unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing a damp and unpleasant smell in her nose.

There was a dirty patch everywhere, and the furniture that could be used at home had long been emptied by my aunt, only a few photos hanging on the wall, which had been fluoridated after years of baptism.

Every corner seems to have memories of the past, once she was also a happy little princess, once she also had a beautiful home, and once she loved her parents very much.

And now, it's like a dream.

Putting his luggage aside, he looked around.

Everything that could be used here was removed by my aunt, and all that was left was worthless, shabby knick-knacks.

Walk into a small room that used to be her room.

Now it is also dilapidated, and there are still a few small wooden horses in the corner, which my father made with his own hands.

After so many years, the only thing left is probably these few little Trojans.

There are still marks on the walls that her father left when she measured her height.

It seems that everything is as slow as it seems, and the scenes are playing upside down.

Seeing all this, Yan Xi's eyes were red.

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Yan Xi stayed here for two days, and it was drizzling for the two days, until the third day, when it was clear, and the sun was half a corner out of the thick clouds.

Yan Xi packed up all his things, went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers, and went to the cemetery.

Yan Xi held the flower in his arms, sat in the taxi, and lowered his eyes for a long time.

Since she came back to the present, she has almost no energy, and the whole person looks a little sad.

When she arrived at the cemetery, when Yan Xi opened the car door and got out of the car after paying, the driver saw that she was not energetic all the way and comforted her. "Little girl, if you want to open something, nothing is unpassable"

Yan Xi tugged at the corners of his mouth, said 'thank you', and got out of the car.

Yan Xi held the flowers in both hands, lowered his head and stepped on the stone steps one by one.

It's not Qingming Festival, there are no people in the cemetery, it's very quiet.

After Yan Xi found his father's tombstone, he squatted down and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.

The man in the photo staring at the tombstone is still young, the corners of his mouth are lightly raised, and he looks high-spirited.

Yan Xi stared at him, and the appearance of his father in his memory was still so clear.

The man in the photo is smiling, as if he is smiling at her.

Looking at each other in pairs, Yan Xi didn't say a word, but his eyes were a little moist and red.

Tears swirled in his eyes, and then fell and fell on the stone bricks.

The rain on the stone bricks that had just rained had not yet dried, and tears were smashed on them, mixed together.

On the way, in fact, she thought a lot and wanted to say something to him, but now that she is here, she feels that she can't say anything, or what should she say?

Tell me how she came here alone over the years, tell me how much she actually resented him in her heart, if he could think more about her and her mother back then, maybe it wouldn't be the current situation, or should tell him that she has met her mother, and her new family is very happy and happy.