At this time, Du Haiqing was extremely nervous.

Although she knew that Ye Changying had been dead for many years, she could still feel a strong sense of tension when she came here.

It's like the years when I loved Ye Changying so much when I was young, every time I saw him, or was about to see him, I couldn't control my heartbeat and shortness of breath.

With a beating heart in his arms, Du Haiqing got out of the car and looked at this small southern-style courtyard through the courtyard wall.

The stone wall of the yard is very low, and there are many hollow shapes made of blue bricks in the middle, so that people can easily see the situation in the yard.

At this time, the yard was full of withered yellow weeds and fallen leaves from the trees. The osmanthus tree in the yard had already withered into dry wood because no one took care of it.

On the wall of the main building, there are a large number of dead wall-climbing tigers.

At this time, the whole small courtyard looks extremely dilapidated, but Du Haiqing can imagine that if it is well maintained, the courtyard will be lush and lush in spring and summer when it is rainy. Coupled with the green grass and trees in the courtyard, the scenery Must be desirable.

Moreover, although the yard is not big, it can be seen that although the yard is not big, the architecture is very elegant.

Green bricks are used for the walls, blue tiles for the roof, and blue stones for the road.

The summer in the south is humid. If it rains, the green bricks and stones must be covered with moss.

The moss itself has a very natural old feeling. For those who don't like it, the moss is dense, slippery, and somewhat disgusting to the touch.

But for those who like ancient oriental culture, this is a very poetic and very Zen creature.

Whether it grows in the yard, or grows on the fence, by the pond, or in the bonsai, there is a special kind of delicacy and tranquility.

Therefore, moss has always been loved by literati.

At this moment, in Du Haiqing's eyes, this dilapidated small courtyard has restored the scene and charm of Ye Changying's residence.

In her mind, the young and handsome Ye Changying even played with his children in this yard.

Fascinated by watching, Du Haiqing felt that Ye Changying was really in the yard, and the little boy whose face could not be seen was his son, and was circling around him non-stop.

Immediately afterwards, the shabby closed door inside opened, and a woman with a dignified and beautiful appearance, a tall and outstanding figure, and an apron tied around her waist walked out from the inside.

The woman smiled and beckoned the father and son to enter the house for dinner. The scene of the family of three playing the zither and the zither was very enviable.

Du Haiqing, who was caught in his imagination, took a closer look and saw the woman's face clearly.

The woman in her imagination was not Ye Changying's original wife, but Du Haiqing herself!

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Du Haiqing was just in his mind, involuntarily substituting himself as Ye Changying's wife, and instantly felt his eyes filled with tears.

She wanted to hold back her tears, but she didn't think it was because she couldn't control it, so that big tears gushed out of her eyes and slid across the face with almost no wrinkles and no age at all.

The old butler at the side looked at it and couldn't help sighing silently.

"Hey... In the entire capital, who doesn't know that the second miss of the Du family has loved Ye Changying for many years..."

"It's just that, who would have known that Second Miss still has such deep feelings for Ye Changying nearly twenty years after his death..."

As the saying goes, since ancient times, amorous feelings have left nothing but hatred, and this hatred lasts forever.

In ancient Chinese, the word hate is often used as regret. JrNovels.com