The Song house in winter is particularly cold.

It rained the day before yesterday, there were wet water marks on the ground, and the sky was gloomy, with a cold wind that was biting and cold.

Mr. Song passed away.

After Ning'an saw the old man away, he returned to Song's house again.

I haven't been here for many years, and the Song House is still the same as before. In recent years, except for the old butler who is guarding the door, the house has been abandoned and deserted.

After the divorce, Song's house's key was always in Mr. Song's hands. When Mr. Song left, he gave the key to Ning'an.

This is the old man’s last wish, Ning An can only accept it.

In those years, Song's house was her and Song Shaoyan's residence, and she also lived here for a year.

"Madam, be careful, the ground slipped." The old butler whispered to Ning'an while walking in front.

Ning An smiled embarrassedly: "Butler Zhou, just call me An An."

The old housekeeper smiled, but was still not used to changing his words.

When I walked to the living room, the old housekeeper turned on all the lights.

The tables and chairs, murals, sofas... were still the same as before, and even the placement was exactly the same as before. Even Song Shaoyan's ashtray on the coffee table was still there.

Ning'an stood in the entrance hall, looking around, his eyes dazzled and melancholy.

It seems very familiar, but it seems very strange.

I haven't been back in five years.

She looked at the sofa, still the same as before. In a daze, she seemed to see a tall figure on the sofa. She blinked her eyes, and the figure disappeared again.

For a long time, Ning'an never moved his footsteps.

Ning An didn't say anything, and the old butler just stood at the door.

The door of the living room was open, and the bitter cold wind outside blew into the house, making Ning An's neck feel cold.

She rubbed her hands and looked at the location of the study room upstairs: "Butler Zhou, give me the key to the study room. There are some calligraphy and paintings in the study room, and they are also covered with dust. I took it to auction and donated it to the welfare home."

"Madam, those are the calligraphy and paintings that the teacher likes..."

"There are no longer people, what's the use of calligraphy and painting?"

The old butler was silent and took out a handful of keys and handed it to Ning'an.

"Madam, where are the other things in Song's house? Are you going to sell them too?"

"I have already hung up the villa. I hope a suitable buyer can take over it. Let's leave the furniture for future buyers to deal with." Ning An's face was as calm as water, and there was no slight turmoil in his eyes. "I won't want Song Shaoyan's property, I will deal with it before returning to the United States this time."

"Madam...will you come back in the future?"

Ning An shook his head: "I won't come back."

The old housekeeper felt lost and didn't reply for a long time.

Stepping on the stairs, Ning'an walked towards the study.

When she opened the door, she touched the switch at the door. As soon as the light was turned on, the study room was bright.

Bookshelf, desk, books... Everything is in order and has never changed.

Ning An was not familiar with the study room, and she had come in at a few times because this was Song Shaoyan's private territory, so he didn't allow her to come in.

Ning An found a few precious calligraphy and paintings, but she didn't understand them very well. She kept them for no use, so Mr. Song left.

The old housekeeper did not advise him anymore. Maybe it was useless to keep it, so it would be better to follow the wife's wishes.

Ning An opened the drawer of Song Shaoyan's desk. There were also paper, pens, cigarettes, lighters and some small debris in the drawer, full of life, as if the person was still there.
Chapter completed!