As night fell on an old town in Connecticut, a white Mercedes-Benz van pulled up in front of a Victorian-style white three-story villa, and a middle-aged woman, a man and a girl stepped out of the empty street.

The night is getting darker, the lights in the town are dim, and the appearance of the girl is like a fairy descending on the mortal world in the alternation of day and night. She was long and slender, wearing a long pale dress, and her chestnut hair was slightly curled and softly draped over her shoulders. The plain white face has starry eyes and cherry lips, and a high nose and plump eyes, which not only have the clean lines and deep contours of Westerners, but also the gentleness and beauty of Orientals, and the delicate and ethereal charm.

She raised her delicate little face, quietly looked at the tall and elegant white building in the night, and then set her eyes on the old town. Had it not been for the night breeze blowing her long hair, and the occasional brushing of her long, whitewashed neck, she stood there like a marble statue of a Greek goddess, perfectly in line with the building behind her.

The driver assisted the middle-aged woman in removing four large boxes and two small boxes from the car and sending them into the hall on the first floor, and then said to the girl: "Miss Luo, your mother's assistant has handed over your schedule before the start of school to me, and I will pick you up and drop you off on time according to the above arrangement." Then, he opened the notepad on his mobile phone, looked at the neatly arranged words on it, and explained to the girl in front of him: "Before the start of school, you have tennis lessons every Tuesday afternoon, send you to the ballet studio every Wednesday morning, vocal lessons in the afternoon, piano lessons on Friday, and fencing on Sunday, I will send this plan to your mobile phone." Oh, by the way, your mother asked me to tell you that the teachers they are looking for here for you are even better than the teachers in your country. ”

The girl nodded silently.

The driver said to the middle-aged woman again: "Sister Lian, call me at any time if you have something." I'll go first. ”

The middle-aged woman who was called Sister Lian said: "Xiao Liu, is there Costco (the name of an American supermarket chain) nearby?" We're going to shop early tomorrow morning, and we've just moved in, so the daily necessities at home are definitely not complete. ”

The driver responded, "Okay, Sister Lian, I'll pick you up early tomorrow morning." ”

The white gallop was gone, and the girl and the middle-aged woman called Sister Lian walked into the spacious gate of the ancient white building.

The girl said elegantly and politely to the middle-aged woman, "Aunt Lian, you have worked hard, let's clean it up tomorrow." Please just leave my things in my room and I'll tidy it up myself. Thank you. ”

Sister Lian dragged several of the girl's boxes into her room.

The girl pressed the switch in her room, and the light came on, and she found that it was a large suite, and the whole room was made of white Victorian furniture, with lavender-colored floral curtains, which reminded her of the small town in the south of France where she had lived for seven years.

Through the dim light of the room, the girl seems to see scenes of childhood life: in a small estate in the south of France, purple lavender blooms all over the garden, at the round table in the garden, a young and beautiful mother in a long floral dress, pouring freshly brewed coffee into her father's cup, her father's golden hair shining in the sun, her young face more handsome, and herself on the swing, wearing a white lace skirt and delicate red patent leather shoes, smiling carefree.

The girl retracted her memories and saw that the yellow light on the phone was flashing in the dark study across her room.

She walked into the study, gently pressed a button on the phone, and with a "tick" sound, a message came out of the answering machine, and her tone was anxious: "Xiaoyou, have you arrived home?" Didn't you say that you would turn on your American mobile phone as soon as you got off the plane? Sister Lian forgot it, forget it, you are not obedient, you are really anxious to kill your mother! ”

The next message came out of the answering machine, and the voice was full of ease and joy: "Since you decided to come to School A in March, your mother secretly flew to this town to find a house for us. At that time, after the death of a very famous publisher, his children decided to sell their father's original mansion because they could not afford to pay the high inheritance tax, and my mother bought it and renovated it. Oh, by the way, do you see that? Mom also asked Uncle Ken to help make the whole house intelligently designed, there are cameras around the house, the electrical appliances in the whole house, and the temperature, humidity, lighting, and background music in the room can be controlled, you are so smart, Mom knows, in less than a day, you will know all about it. This town is quite quiet, suitable for studying and creating, and my mother hopes that you can live at home, and Sister Lian will definitely take good care of you. Of course, if you want to live in school, your mom is not against it. Mom promises to spend more time in this town and watch my baby daughter grow up little by little......"

By this time, the girl had slowly walked downstairs, staring at the whole room, and there was no trace of joy or sadness on her face: on the wall opposite the living room hung a large oil painting of her mother, and in the spacious open kitchen downstairs, the tall cabinets carved in white Victorian wood, with the whole mirror-like touchscreen wall, gave the whole room a noble and cold smell from the inside out.

In the upstairs study, there was another "tick" sound, and a message came from the answering machine, with a deep and serious voice: "Xiaoyou, you told your mother that you gave up the No. 1 E school and chose A school, is it because your father once graduated from A school?" Actually, you don't have to, you don't know him well enough, he's that kind of person, he won't change his own decisions because of what others have done, maybe the two of us will never cross paths with him again......"

The girl came to the kitchen, put the cup in the groove of a huge refrigerator, lightly touched the button on it, a few ice cubes fell into the glass, the sound was particularly crisp, but this did not affect her to hear every word of her mother in the answering machine, and then, there was a thin stream of water flowing into the cup, the cup was full, the water overflowed, flowing over the back of her hand, cold and cold, the girl was excited, only to remove the cup from the water outlet, and the water immediately stopped.

In the study upstairs, there was a "tick" sound again, and a message came from the answering machine, with an apology in the voice: "Daughter, August 20th is the day you start school, and my mother can't be with you at such an important moment, I'm very sorry, because this art exhibition is extremely important to my mother, and my mother may have to stay in Europe for a month, and my mother will fly back to see you immediately after the exhibition." However, Mom bought you a gift for your education, which you can see through the dining room and living room, and Mom believes that you will definitely like ......"

On a summer night, the girl sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, quietly listening to her mother's message on the answering machine, and she sipped the ice water in the cup.

Laying down the cup, she went barefoot and swung her skirt through the dining room, with its row of glass cabinets and long dining tables, and in the small parlor she found a gift from her mother—a crystal grand piano.

The answering machine upstairs was still ringing: "...... is a global limited edition ,......"

The girl sat down on the crystal piano bench, her slender fingers lifted the lid, and a string of notes flowed gently from the tips of her right fingers, and the chords of her left hand gently merged, and the melody was like a spring flowing down from the mountains in March, clear and sweet, but also cold and cold to the marrow.