The Ninth Record, Minggu Ruins, March 1999.

Mr. Zhang Xiaohua, the designer of Minggu, passed away in 1958, and all the design materials he left behind were preserved in the university archive where he taught. Later, during the "Cultural Revolution", the archive was dismantled and all the stored materials were deliberately destroyed.

After Amor repeatedly assured that he would finish writing the manuscript as soon as possible, Fang Miaomiao reluctantly prepared to hang up the phone.

Do we have to leave now? His gaze shifted from her face to the suitcase, and he became even more unsure of what to say first. "I thought you wouldn't be in a hurry to leave. There's something about the old house that I haven't had a chance to tell you yet."

I originally thought that this roll of drawings was also lost. I entrusted someone to search for the whereabouts of Mr. Zhang's descendants, hoping to find information about Minggu's past from the letters and diaries left by Mr. Zhang. That night, I received a phone call from a friend and finally found Mr. Zhang's descendants. It was a coincidence that just when we found them, the Zhang family was about to move.

Emmett was stunned, "Oh?".

Emo smiled bitterly, "What can I do if you mind? Can I change everything?"

The scattered halo of light in the shade of the parasol tree blurred her expression. Under the sunlight, tears welled up in Emily's eyes.

The heavy suitcase made Amer's arms sore. From the intersection to the hotel, there was a small uphill section. The tall plane trees on both sides of the road filtered the mottled sunlight, as if even the shadows were tinged with a hint of blue.

Her dazed look fell into his eyes, only to feel a distant detachment. Qian An felt a bit flustered, wanting to say many things, but they all got stuck in his throat.

Qi'an leaned on the edge of the table with both arms and sighed, "If I had been half a day late, this picture would have been ruined."

What did he say? What did he just say?

"Are you working overtime and eating instant noodles again?" Elmer asked sympathetically.

Qi'an was surprised and said, "How did you know?"

She didn't answer, only asked lightly, "Miaomiao, are you really unwilling to help me?"

The drawing at the signature area has been stained with water, causing the ink to spread. Four faint characters can still be discerned.

When I arrived, there were only half a box of old manuscripts and pictures left. I never expected to find this picture inside!Qian An sighed deeply and said, "Perhaps there is a destined fate in the world. Most of Mr. Zhang's manuscripts have been destroyed, but unexpectedly this one was preserved. It has been stored in the attic for decades and yet it remains intact!"

Emo looked at him steadily, and it was a long time before he lowered his gaze, seeming melancholic and lost, "So it is like this."

Qi'an's face turned slightly red when these words slipped out of his mouth. Now that the words had been spoken, he mustered up the courage and said, "I don't know if this will offend your feelings towards the old house. For me, this old house holds a special significance. I didn't buy it to claim it as my own, but rather to rebuild the once prosperous Minggu Valley and bring it back to life."

On the mountain, the roads have already been closed. How could we not know?'' said Aimer with a calm expression, revealing exhaustion and helplessness. "I really didn't expect it to be like this... There are always many unexpected things that no one hopes for."

Nonsense, what else can you eat besides instant noodles when working overtime? Fang Miaomiao impatiently asked, "Tell me, what exactly are you helping with?"

Emerson sighed and said: "For me, the truth of the story is most important."

Her voice, accompanied by the night wind, carries an indescribable sense of distance. "The story I want to write is the truth of that year, unrelated to the false legends."

Emo remained silent.

Amazed, the four eyes met for an instant, and a blush quickly rose on the cheeks.

Emo was speechless and laughed. There was a voice in his heart that also laughed self-deprecatingly and asked himself, "Is it really related to you? Decades have passed, those people are no longer here, is it really still related to you?"

On the other side, Fang Miaomiao couldn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Fang Miaomiao is a typical person who speaks harshly but has a soft heart. On the other end of the phone, she talked incessantly, and Ai Mo just listened with a smile.

Although I don't know if it's useful to run around in all directions now, I still have to do my best. I can't just watch it being demolished like this," Emma smiled, "Miao Miao, thank you for helping me. This old house is really important to me, so... thank you!"

She took a deep breath and said, "Tell me."

If you still like this old house, you are welcome to come over anytime in the future. I look forward to seeing you again. Qian lowered his gaze, not without disappointment, but a man's disappointment cannot easily be written on his face.

Far away, the dark red brick wall of the small inn was faintly visible among the green shade. Elma dragged her heavy suitcase and stood at the intersection, exhausted. It had only been a few days since she left, but she felt like she had escaped from a very distant place, as if she had been separated from here for a very, very long time.

Emo raised her eyes, her gaze flickering. "Qian, who are you?"

This time, Emo was truly stunned, as if a thunderbolt had rolled over his head.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Emo is unsure how to explain it, wanting to say just returned, but afraid he would be even more confused.

Emo remained silent for a long time, finally showing a slight smile. "Whoever you are, anyway..." She paused, suddenly tiptoed and gave him a strong hug. "Thank you, thank you for protecting this house!" She looked up, her cheeks slightly red, her eyes bright and charming. "Qia'an, you don't know how grateful I am, you don't know how important this is to me!"

Huo Shen Nian Qing!

On the other end of the phone, there was a "pu" sound, followed by a long string of coughing.

Fang Miaomiao took a deep breath and said, "That's about right. Are you planning to go home now? Is your home still the same address?"

Emo turned his head, with no smile on his face, "I don't want to talk."