President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

In a blink of an eye, it was the next day.

Song Runian was still thinking about what happened last night, so after getting up early to send the five little ones to the kindergarten, he asked the driver to drive to the Song family's old house.

Back then, the Song family's family was ruined, and the house was burned down long ago.

Everyone is very afraid that living in this kind of place will lead to bad luck, so after so many years, this piece of land has not been sold for a long time.

This is convenient for Song Runian.

She stretched out her white and soft hand, and gently pushed open the iron door in front of her, her hand was instantly covered with black ash.

"Young Mistress, here is a handkerchief." The driver who was traveling with him hurriedly handed over a clean white handkerchief.

Song Runian smiled and shook her head, "No need, it will get dirty after wiping for a while, let's clean it up together after we come out."

The driver thought about it, so he took the handkerchief back.

However, he chose to go ahead and wipe the places that Song Runian might touch first.

In this way, Song Runian would not touch too much dust.

Song Runian smiled gratefully at the driver, and then fell into deep memories.

This place is filled with too much laughter.

She seemed to be able to recall everything she had experienced here as soon as she closed her eyes.

Mom will prepare delicious snacks for her after school, and then patiently accompany her to practice the piano.

When it was almost dusk, Dad would come back from the company and bring himself gifts almost every day.

Sometimes it’s a small animal folded from colorful cardboard, sometimes it’s candy, and sometimes it’s a beautiful little dress I bought by the way when I met a client.

Song Runian has been growing up in such a warm family.

until--

The unexpected appearance.

This sweet home is gone, nothing is left.

"Young Mistress, why are you crying?" the driver asked with concern.

Song Runian raised her head and forced back her tears, "It's okay, I just suddenly thought of my parents, and I fell in love with the scene."

"Then let's quickly find something to go out, young mistress, you are still pregnant, you can't keep immersing yourself in pain and sorrow, it's not good for your child and your body." The driver persuaded.

Song Runian nodded, and then she cheered up and began to search.

Because of the fire, almost everything in this house was burned out.

But Song Runian didn't even look at it, and went straight to her mother's room.

Under the bed in the room, she opened the floor tiles and found the interlayer made of cement.

Inside this one hides several keys to the safe at home, as well as a thick photo album.

In Song Runian's impression, her mother once hugged her and told her that the place where the keys were kept should also store photos of family members.

In this way, every time you go to get the keys, you can remind yourself that there are family members around you, you should cherish your company, and think twice before doing anything.

For so many years, Song Runian has followed her mother's advice.

In her wallet, there have always been photos of her children, but not long ago, they were replaced with a group photo of their family of eight.

As for the photo album stored in the mezzanine of the old house, she knew about it, but never dared to touch it.

Song Runian didn't have the courage to touch it.

To this day, after she has determined her own happiness, she has the courage to face the painful memories of the past.

Thinking about it, Song Runian bent down and picked up the photo album, holding it tightly in her arms.

"Young Mistress, let me get it for you. This photo album may have been moldy after it has been stored for so long. I will give it to you after I finish it," the driver said.