Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 3878 Dim lights (1)

The Song residence in winter is extremely cold.

It had rained the day before, and there were wet water marks on the ground. The sky was also gloomy, and the wind was bitterly cold.

Elder Song passed away.

After seeing off the old man, Ning An returned to the Song residence again.

I haven't been here for many years, and Song's house is still the same as before. Apart from the old housekeeper who is still there these years, the house has been deserted and deserted.

After the divorce, Elder Song always had the key to Song's residence. After Elder Song left, he gave the key to Ning An.

This was the old man's last wish, and Ning An could only accept it.

In those years, the Song residence was the residence of her and Song Shaoyan, and she also lived here for a year.

"Madam, be careful, the floor is slippery." The old housekeeper reminded Ning An in a low voice while walking ahead.

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

The old butler smiled, still not used to changing his words.

Walking to the living room, the old butler turned on all the lights.

All of a sudden, the hall was lit up, and the tables, chairs, murals, sofas... were still the same as before, and even the placement was exactly the same as before, even Song Shaoyan's ashtray was still on the coffee table.

Ning An stood at the entrance, looking around, his eyes were blurred and disappointed.

It seems very familiar, but also seems very strange.

I haven't been back for five years.

She looked at the sofa, still the same, she seemed to see a tall figure on the sofa in a trance, blinked, and the figure disappeared again.

For a long time, Ning An didn't move.

Ning An didn't speak, and the old housekeeper just stood at the door.

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

She rubbed her hands and looked upstairs at the study room: "Housekeeper Zhou, give me the key to the study room. There are some calligraphy and paintings in the study room, and they are still dusty. I'll auction them off and donate them to the orphanage."

"Madam, those are calligraphy and paintings that Mr. likes..."

"People are gone, what's the use of calligraphy and painting?"

The old butler was dumbfounded, took out a key from a bunch of keys, and handed it to Ning An.

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

"I've already listed the villa. I hope a suitable buyer can take over. I'll save the furniture for future buyers." Ning An's face was as calm as water, and there was no wave in his eyes. "Song Shaoyan's property is mine No, I will take care of everything before returning to the United States this time."

"Ma'am...will you come back later?"

Ning An shook his head: "Not coming back."

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

Stepping on the stairs, Ning An walked to the study.

Pushing open the door, she touched the switch at the door, and when the light was turned on, the study room was brightly lit.

Bookshelves, desks, books... everything is in order and hasn't changed.

Ning An is not familiar with the study room, she has been in it very few times, because it is Song Shaoyan's private place, and he forbids her to come in.

Ning An found a few precious calligraphy and paintings, but she didn't understand them very well. It was useless for her to keep them, and Elder Song also left.

The old butler didn't try to persuade him any more. Maybe it's really useless to keep it, so it's better to follow the wife's wishes.

Ning An opened the drawer of Song Shaoyan's desk, and there were pens, paper, cigarettes, lighters and some small sundries in the drawer, full of life, as if that person was still there.

She left the Song residence after the divorce, and she never touched anything in Song Shaoyan's study.

(End of this chapter)