Ye Ren, supporting Fu Qingping's hand, stood at the large, black, openwork iron gate of the small villa: "Qingping, we're finally back."
Fu Qingping held a handkerchief, wiping away the tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes again and again. How many times had she dreamed of Ye Ren supporting her as they stepped into this small Western-style house?
"Old Ye, we're finally home," Fu Qingping said softly.
"Mom and Dad, come in quickly!" Ye Huiguo called out from the yard, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Come on, let's go inside." Ye Ren stepped into the courtyard and looked at the courtyard he had carefully arranged back then.
The artificial rockery is exquisitely crafted and hollowed out, and the lotus leaves in the jade pool are covered with emerald green leaves. Underneath the leaves, koi of various colors swim happily.
The massive, century-old sycamore tree swayed its branches incessantly, as if welcoming its owner's return.
Ye Ren's hand touched the trunk of the sycamore tree, and he seemed to feel the joy of the sycamore tree.
Yes, the sycamore tree kept swaying its branches and trembling its trunk, simply because Yan Xiaonan had channeled a large amount of mountain god energy into it.
That aura was enough to allow him to live for another hundred years or so without any problem, so even Ye Ren could feel its joy.
He patted the sycamore tree and said, "Old friend, it's nice to see you." Ye Ren's voice was a little hoarse.
Leaning on a cane in one hand and supporting Fu Qingping with the other, Ye Ren stepped into the small villa. Nothing had changed, not a single thing had changed.
The floor is still that thick, warm solid wood floor. After the test of time, the wood floor still looks so noble and elegant.
The teak veneer is finished with hot wax, giving it a patina of age; the hexagonal glass cabinet with melon-shaped carvings is a perfect example of the fusion of Chinese and Western furniture concepts.
The interplay of wallpaper and lighting gently evokes a sense of nostalgia and tranquility, much like the couple standing in the center of the house.
Ye Ren's study, with its somber color scheme, highlights the grandeur of a prominent family. The deep wood tones and the delicate yet uncomplicated lines add to the sense of weight and depth to the space.
This older generation of Shanghainese style is like an old man who has weathered many storms, whose high standards for life are becoming increasingly firm, and whose attention to detail is growing stronger.
The sunny terrace on the third floor is Ye Ren's favorite spot. He can bask in the sunlight, enjoy the birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, and sip a cup of fragrant tea, feeling relaxed and content.
Yan Xiaonan helped Ye Ren climb to the third floor. Fu Qingping couldn't climb to the third floor, so Ye Chenming carried his grandmother up in one go.
The giant recliner still sits in the center of the terrace, the gramophone is spotless, and even the purple clay teapot is filled with brewed black tea.
Ye Ren slowly walked to the front of the recliner and sat down. Ye Chenming turned on the gramophone, and Zhou Xuan's song "The Wandering Songstress" came out.
It turns out the old man liked Zhou Xuan's golden voice, but it's a pity that the timbre has changed and the voice is intermittent.
Ye Ren also sighed deeply: "What a pity."
Yan Xiaonan's heart stirred, and her consciousness entered the space. She found a smartphone at the electronic counter and downloaded a music app.
I downloaded countless songs by Shanghai singers from the 1930s, including music videos. I listened to them for a while and was very satisfied.
These songs can be listened to on repeat even without internet access once downloaded to your phone.
A dozen minutes later, Yan Xiaonan stood in front of Ye Ren, who was resting with his eyes closed, and said, "Grandpa, I want to show you something, but you have to promise me you won't ask any questions, okay?"
Ye Ren's eyes lit up with astonishing brightness. What did Nan Nan mean by that? Was she going to give me those heavenly delicacies?
Looking at Ye Ren nodding repeatedly, Yan Xiaonan's heart softened terribly. Ye Ren was just like an old child now.
A silver phone and a black over-ear headphone—listening to music with these headphones can elevate the sound quality several levels.
Yan Xiaonan first opened the music app on her phone, pressed play, and Zhou Xuan's voice came from the phone.
Ye Ren was so startled that he tried to sit up from the recliner, but unfortunately, he was getting old and his waist no longer had the strength, so he failed several times.
Yan Xiaonan smiled and helped Ye Ren sit up. She then sat down beside him, put the earphones on Ye Ren, and connected the phone.
In an instant, Ye Ren held his headphones with both hands, closed his eyes, and swayed his head slowly to the rhythm of the music.
Ye Chenming stood to the side, dumbfounded. What kind of new thing was this? It was amazing.
It was even more amazing than the laptop that Nan Nan took out of her space. Yes, Yan Xiao Nan gave Ye Chenming a laptop, which made typing and making documents much more convenient.
"Chenming, your laptop can play music too. I'll download some songs and movies for you and store them on your computer, so you can not only listen to music but also watch movies."
Ye Chenming grabbed Yan Xiaonan's hand: "Let's go, let's get it done now."
The two entered their room and were about to close the door to go to their spatial dimension when Yu Shu and Tian Ru came over.
"Mom and Dad, we've finished getting the room ready, can we go out and play now?"
Ye Chenming's face darkened, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are your rooms ready? Are your great-grandfather and great-grandmother's rooms ready? You can't just think about yourselves, do you know that?"
Yu Shu was stunned for a moment. There were four rooms on the third floor. Her parents lived in one room, her great-grandparents lived in another, and the two of them each lived in a third room.
The two little ones exchanged a glance and then hurriedly ran towards Ye Ren's room. Yes, Dad was right; they couldn't just think of themselves.
The rooms are clean; you just need to remove the dust cover and put on bedding.
Ye Huiguo, Sheng Lijuan, and Ye Chen'er had already cleaned every room spotlessly, so there was no need for them to lift a finger.
But the two little ones still entered Ye Ren's room seriously and saw Fu Qingping looking through old photo albums, so they quickly ran over.
Yan Xiaonan and Ye Chenming closed the door, locked it, and entered the space. She took Ye Chenming directly to the cinema and chose a suspenseful documentary to watch.
Ye Chenming had entered the space countless times, but this was his first time in a movie theater. Looking at the movie theater, which could hold about a hundred people, he saw that it was completely empty.
Those large, comfortable, bright red seats were far superior to the hard benches in modern cinemas. Ye Chenming chose a middle seat and sat down comfortably.
I don't know when, but a tall paper cup appeared in a round hole on the left. I picked up the cup and saw a small hole on it.
Ye Chenming watched as Yan Xiaonan picked up a paper cup, put it to her lips, took a sip, and then put it down with satisfaction.
He followed suit and poured a mouthful into his mouth. The rich aroma filled his taste buds. It turned out to be the coffee he had last time. It was delicious.
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