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Even though it was just as he said, harsh to the point of being unreasonable, he was still scared when he mustered up the courage to stand there.

I kept wondering what kind of house 521, Fuhai Road, would be, a private villa, or a luxurious, elaborate apartment.

But when I stood in front of the rusty door, I couldn't believe it.

It turned out to be a residential building. The style of the building was similar to that of the 1980s. The courtyard was isolated and overgrown. It seemed like it had been a long time since anyone had come to this place, as it was almost completely overrun by the gravel path that led to the main house.

I pushed open the bamboo door, and under the baptism of a bunch of spiderwebs, I walked to the main house with difficulty. I stood in front of the mottled wooden door, but Xiao Jin Dong's face suddenly flashed in my mind.

"Yiyi, this is our home from now on!" He smiled and held up the key in his hand. It still held my favorite Eiffel star.

Xiao Jin Dong rarely smiled, so he suddenly remembered that smile. I put my hand on my chest and, trembling, pushed the door open.

A squeak, as if it came from a distant memory. Just like that, without any precautions, the same door opened up in your mind.

What came violently was a familiar scene, some playing, some arguing, some kissing, some hugging, but only without passion.

I stood blankly at the door. The furnishings in the room had a damp and musty smell. I lifted the white cloth. When a familiar piece of furniture appeared before my eyes, my memory gradually returned.

So the person that Xiao Jin Dong was hiding in here was me. It turned out that those childish and affectionate postcards came from my hands. So it turns out that I was really in love with Xiao Jin Dong.

I felt a chill on my face and reached out to wipe my eyes. I sniffed, and the air I inhaled made me cough. I covered those white cloths back up and looked at the dust on my hands with self-mockery.

Some people say that memories do not disappear, but are covered by the sand of time, hidden in a certain corner, and one day, when they need to be reactivated, the wind will blow, blowing away the sand and reappearing the truth.

I fled in panic. If I was suspecting that Xiao Jin Dong and Hu Xia had purposely made up this address, then I couldn't convince myself anymore.

The streets of the pedestrian road were old and run-down. I didn't let Xiao-fang follow me, but walked alone among the potholes. The wutong trees on the street were tall and thick, just like the houses. It was as if they had been abandoned in the middle of time. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been difficult to imagine that there would be such a street with such a place for people to live in.

It was only when I was far away that I suddenly realized a problem. There was not a single person in this residential area. I turned around and stood alone in the middle of the road, looking at the house in the distance. Actually, it wasn't that big, but it was only a dozen or so houses. It was just like a nail-in-the-wall in a large city that had been deliberately forgotten by others.

I walked for a long time before I came across a taxi. The taxi driver was a very enthusiastic person. When he found out that I was on the way, he started talking non-stop.

I now knew that the house was the Xiao family's land. No wonder it could maintain its original appearance in this land that cost every inch of money. I was moved by Xiao Jin Dong's protection of that memory. I didn't know what kind of conflict he had with the Xiao family's old patriarch to protect that memory.

I quietly listened to the taxi driver's exclamation about the Xiao family's legend. I didn't want to compare myself to anyone else and wanted to see Xiao Jin Dong.

The Sumu Electronics of Fuhai District was moved by Xiao Jin Dong to an old bookshelf in Zhenjiang. Forgotten childish illustrations formed a series of lines in my mind. I was so happy that I cried.

I had accumulated my emotions to the extreme as the car stopped in front of Zhenjiang Group's entrance. The driver looked at me who hadn't stepped out of the car for a long time and asked, "Little girl, where are you going?"

I didn't answer. I stared blankly at the tall building outside. I imagined that person holding a black pen with his bony fingers and writing the three words Xiao Jin Dong on a clean white piece of paper. Once upon a time, I was just like this, hiding in the dark with incomparable pride and pride, looking at that person, crawling with great difficulty to a place beyond my reach, shining all over the city.

"Take me to the nearest supermarket!" I heard myself say it, my voice trembling with emotion.

Xiao Jin Dong said, "Don't go to Zhenjiang Group again." He won't let me, so I won't go. Like the rule we made a long time ago, I know who I am. A woman who was bought by Old Man Xiao to please the Xiao family. If it wasn't for that so called 'eight-character conflict', I might have died a long time ago, just like Gu Qiao and Su Jia. I should be grateful to Xiao Jin Dong, grateful that he didn't really kill me when I stabbed him with the scissors.

I bought some fresh ingredients, turned off my phone, and hid in the Xiao family's old mansion.

Old Man Xiao was already gone. Time seems to have returned to the past, and what I was facing was no longer the grudges of the Xiao family's old patriarch, no longer the deliberate rejection of Xiao Jin Dong. What I was facing was only Xiao Jin Dong. Nothing is happier than such an outcome.

I made porridge and rice. I don't cook very well. When I was staying at the residential apartment in Fuhai District, I remember that Xiao Jin Dong was skilled in cutting vegetables and stir-frying vegetables. I used to sit in a chair in the living room with a book in my hand, pretending to study, but my eyes were fixed on the back of the chair.

I turned around subconsciously, but there was nothing behind me. I laughed self-deprecatingly, feeling too young to be a teenager. I prepared a sumptuous dinner and sat on the sofa in the living room, waiting. At 1: 30am in the morning, I was in a deep sleep. When I heard the sound of the car outside the door, I suddenly woke up and ran to the door barefooted to see Xiao Manjun walk in.

"Why is it you?" I was extremely disappointed. Xiao Manjun laughed behind me, "Song Yi, isn't your attitude way too lacking?"

I didn't say anything, but sat back down on the couch and went back to my original position. I look exactly the same as the Alzheimer's.

"I'm talking to you!" Xiao Manjun's clamor was abandoned by me. I coldly said word by word, "You are not allowed to touch the rice on the table! If you make a move, I'll fight you to the death! "

I lay on the armrest of the sofa and stared blankly outside, hearing Xiao Manjun's sarcasm and abuse. Xiao Manjun chased me off the sofa and pressed me down on the tea table.

"Motherf * cker, don't think that I'm too scared to fuck you here!" Xiao Manjun pulled on my pants as he spoke.