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This is a residential building for a few years with five floors. The ground floor is an iron door with a code lock, but it is now broken.

This building was the most innovative house at that time more than 30 years ago. Now, it has become a product of years, and the exterior walls have traces of mottled.

Pei Ji stood at the bottom of the building and counted upwards, counted to the fifth floor, and stopped on the left window.

Song Er walked to her side and held her hand.

"Go up," she said softly.

Pei Ji nodded, stepped forward, and pushed open the rusty iron door. The corridor is gloomy.

When I walked in, the voice-activated lights on the stairs lit up. The lights are quiet.

The old houses seem to have been enchanted, and some have been warmed by magic, like an old man who has returned to peace and wise after seeing through the vicissitudes of life, while some have become gloomy and cold, with a sunny sky outside, but the inside of the building is shining. A gloomy tide.

This building is the latter, and as soon as one walks in, it feels damp and cold.

Song Wei accompanied Pei Ji up to the fifth floor. There were two households on each floor. There was a bag of garbage at the door on the left of the fifth floor, piles of old books, and the word "Fu" on the door was still new. The door was empty, with cobwebs wrapped around it.

I don't know how many years no one has opened it.

Song Er took out the wet wipes from the bag, wiped the door lock and handle, and wiped off a thick layer of dust.

She turned her head to look at Pei Ji, with some worry in her eyes. Pei Ji looked back at her and smiled, trying to reassure her, but the smile was somewhat reluctant. She took out the key, opened the door, and when she pushed it open, dust was floating in the air, and a layer of visible dust accumulated on the floor and furniture.

Pei Ji looked around at the door and said, "It's better than expected." After a pause, he asked, "Has Pei Yi cleaned up?"

Song Wei recalled for a while, and then said: "She mentioned that she had come back when she found her biological father and mother. It was the year she graduated from the police academy, almost ten years ago.\"

This house belongs to Pei Ji now.

She walked in the door and looked at the objects inside.

Pei Yi's cleaning should have only cleaned up the dust and garbage. All the daily necessities in this house were placed randomly. The mahjong table by the window in the living room even had finished mahjong.

It's like the master left for a while and will come back soon, but who knows he will never come back, fixing this place at the moment when he left.

Pei Ji seemed to be anchored, standing at the door, just looking in with his eyes, and after a long time, he walked in.

The TV is still the kind of old-fashioned TV with a heavy body, covered with a layer of white gauze. This is probably the standard equipment of that era. All kinds of expensive electrical appliances, refrigerators, TVs, air conditioners, etc. Cover with a layer of white gauze.

A slight smile appeared in Pei Ji's eyes, and she was careful not to touch anything inside. After looking around in the house, she stayed in front of the family portrait behind the sofa.

A pair of young men and women are holding a pair of children in their hands. The baby in the mother’s arms smiles happily at the camera, revealing the only two white teeth. The baby in the father’s hands is eating, and the mouth is sticking, like Whatever wronged, the baby will come out soon.

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