Huang Dan returned to the real world, holding the last box of beer in his hand.

He glanced at the old man, and the other party was still nagging, and the cigarette on his lips lit up, and it was still a little far from his butt.

Seeing that Huang Danren didn't move, the old man thought he had difficulty moving, so he hurried over to take over, "Young man, I'll do it, oh, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know when I would move to."

Huang Dan lowered his hand, "It's okay."

The old man exclaimed, it’s evil, why did this young man have something sad in the blink of an eye?

He piled the box of beer on the cart, and the old man asked with concern, "Young man, have you remembered something?"

Huang Dan said, "Yes, I remembered something sad."

The old man snatched the cigarette, and he sighed, his face full of traces of polished years. "Since you are sad, don't think about it. This person has a lot of things every day, so you can choose some happy thoughts."

Huang Dan just pursed his lips and said nothing.

He couldn't help but think about it because that incident was vivid in his mind. First, it was a severe pain of broken bones, then a harsh sound of brakes, followed by the screams of the crowd, and a large piece of blood mist...

Everything was played back in front of you, and the camera was very slow.

Huang Dan pinched his fingers and couldn't see the man again before he died. Before he could move into their home, his eyebrows frowned, so sad.

The old man shouted a few times, his face full of surprise, "Young man, why are you crying?"

Huang Shan was stunned. He reached out to touch his face, and tears were pouring in one hand.

I have been standing there all the time, without hitting it, and no wounds appeared on my body. Why did I cry in pain?

It took Huang Dan a long time to realize that it was his heart that was hurting.

The old man said oh, and quickly dug it into the pocket of his coat, but only took out half of the used paper. He pinched his dry and dirty hands for a while, and put it back in his pocket, "Young man, you and grandpa go upstairs, grandpa invites you to have tea. The best Longjing is still given by someone else."

Huang Dan had already taken out the handkerchief from his briefcase.

The old man watched the young man wipe his face and his hands slowly, exactly the same as the young master on TV.

When he looked up and down, he looked very good and had an outstanding temperament. He just tried to attack the young man without being tired and went up to care about the kind-heartedness of the old man. Even if he was really a young master, he was not a spoiled young master.

No matter how Huang Dan wiped it, he couldn't finish his tears, and the handkerchief in his hand was wet.

The old man rubbed his hands anxiously, "Young man, what's wrong with you, you? Why are you crying more and more powerful?"

Someone came out of the corridor and some passed by, and they looked at this side curiously and stopped.

The old man remembered the goodness of the young man in his heart. He was unhappy that he was pointed at by others, so he blew his beard and stared at him, "What's so good about it? I haven't seen anyone crying!"

The few people looked back and left in embarrassment.

Huang Dan cried for a while, he calmed down, folded the veil and put it back into his briefcase, "Grandpa, I'm going back."

The old man saw his eyes were red and his mood seemed to be dripping. He said worriedly, "Which building do you live in? Do you want grandpa to send you there?"

Huang Dan said it was not necessary, so he said goodbye to the old man and turned around to his residence.

The old man shook his head and said to himself, "I don't know what it is, I cried so sadly..."

Huang Dan walked through a winding path, stepped on the wooden bridge above the pool, and got closer and closer to the fountain in the center of the small square, then threw it behind him and entered the corridor without any obstacles.

No one was waiting in front of the two elevators. One was rising and the other door was open. Huang Dan hesitated and raised his foot and walked in.

No time travel.

Huang Dan watched the numbers from 1 to 2, jumping up one by one, his temples twitched, and his thoughts began to run.

When the elevator door opened and a cold wind came towards him, Huang Dan's thoughts suddenly came back. He walked out of the elevator and turned right, stood at the door with the key to open the door.

As soon as the key touched the key hole, the door opened from the inside.

There was a man standing at the entrance. He was tall and straight, with deep and three-dimensional facial features, and his temples were white. He could not tell what age he was.

The man is wearing simple clothes, and his figure is strong under the black turtleneck sweater. He looks like he is exercising. His lower body is casual trousers, his legs are long and hidden strength. He is wearing a big yellow duck-shaped apron in front of him, which is incompatible with his serious face.

Huang Dan lowered his head and rubbed the soles of his leather shoes on the mat at the door. From time to time, he knew that he had no father or mother, and that only one person who claimed to be a housekeeper was taking care of him.

However, Huang Dan knew almost nothing about the butler, and only knew that his surname was Song. When he was very young, he wanted to call him Uncle Song, and he also said that he should not call him Young Master, but the other party said that he could not distinguish between superiors and inferiors.

When Huang Shan's thinking was not yet perfected, the concept of hierarchy had been instilled in.

As he grew up, Huang Shan understood more and more, and also knew that in this family, he was the executor and the butler was the obedient.

Strict and loyal.

Song Min took the briefcase from Huang Shan’s hand and put it on the shoe cabinet, reached out to take off his coat, "Young master, go and drink a little hot soup to drive away the cold first."

Huang Dan changed into a cotton drag, unbuttoned the suit while walking, "I won't drink anymore, I'll lie in the room for a while."

He pushed the door into the bedroom and threw himself into the soft quilt, but he didn't move for a long time.

This is really not Huang Dan's lifestyle. Every time he comes back from get off work, he will take off his clothes and pants outside, wash his hands and face, and try not to bring dust into his home as much as possible.

Not to mention that like now, I lay on the bed without taking off my pants, my face and my hands.

Huang Dan raised one arm and put his hand on his eyelids. He turned over and lay on his side, his consciousness sometimes became clear and sometimes blurred.

I don’t know how long it took, there was a knocking sound outside, followed by a sound of Song Min’s not very ups and downs, “Young Master, come out for supper.”

Huang Dan sat up from the bed, rubbed his forehead, but unexpectedly he fell asleep.

Dinner is made of four dishes and one soup, and it is made up of the same meat and vegetables as usual.

Huang Shan sat at the table and ate alone, and his housekeeper stood not far away so that he could come forward to serve him in time when he needed it. This scene happened at home for ten years.

The butler will go to have a meal only after he put down the dishes and chopsticks.

Song Min suddenly spoke, "Young Master, why are your eyes a little red?"

Huang Dan said, "I haven't had a good rest."

Song Min frowned, "You didn't have this symptoms before going out in the morning."

Huang Dan chewed the food in his mouth, his voice blurred, "That may be because he has been staring at the drawings for a long time during the day."

Song Min stopped talking.

There was only a slight sound of eating and drinking soup on the dinner table. He developed many habits since he was a child. For example, no matter when, in any occasion or environment, he would chew slowly when eating. The spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the mouth of the bowl, or the bowl and chopsticks fell on the table without holding it firmly, and it would not happen to him.

When they meet classmates and friends gather, they often joke that Huang Dan must have been a young master in the mansion in his previous life.

When people live in the present, they don’t know what happened in their previous life? Huang Dan’s habit was influenced by the butler.

After eating most of the rice, I didn't eat Huang Dan anymore.

This time he made an exception. In normal times, there would be no grain of rice left in his bowl. He always had to eat as much as he could and eat as much as he could.

Huang Dan didn't like to eat when he was a child. The housekeeper would tell him that rice was grown by farmers with great effort and should be respected and should not waste food.

Song Min glanced at the small bowl of rice on the table, "Young Master, today's supper is not in your appetite?"

“No, it’s delicious.”

Huang Dan wiped his mouth with a tissue, "I'll go to the study to read."

He stood up and swept towards the butler, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Min asked with his eyes.

Huang Dan said, "I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time."

Song Min rarely showed a surprised expression, "Young master can tell jokes."

Yellow List, “…”

Every time I travel through a world, everything I experience happens within a moment of time and cannot leave a trace of passing through the world.

Only Huang Shan knew about it.

This feeling is actually not very good. I feel like a patient with conjecture.

Huang Dan’s study room is very large, with a simple decoration style and a strong antique charm. All the colors are high-quality mahogany furniture. Everything here is placed by the housekeeper, and he lives very particularly.

There is a bookshelves on the left side of the study, with books on the upper and lower sides. Huang Dan likes to read books, and reads them in all fields. Sometimes it takes a day to read them.

He took a deep breath, and the air was filled with a faint smell, which was the smell of paper, mixed with a scent of wood.

After adjusting his thoughts, Huang Dan took a book called "The Weakness of Human Nature". He sat casually on the soft cushion and looked around with his back against the bookshelf.

Song Min knocked in with a glass of milk in his hand, "Young Master, it's getting late."

Huang Dan put down the book, his legs were a little numb, so he sat back, "Is it until ten o'clock?"

Song Min nodded and said that he had arrived.

Huang Dan's biological clock is very regular. He goes to bed early and gets up early. It's time to go to bed at 10 o'clock, but he is not sleepy.

Song Min remembered something, "By the way, young master, I received a letter in the evening, right on your desk."

He met the young man's dazed gaze, "Didn't you see it?"

Huang Dan went into the study and searched for the book. He kept flipping through it until now. He had never noticed the things on the desk. He ordered the butler, "Open the letter and take a look."

Upon hearing this, Song Min put down the milk and went to get the letter. There was only one photo in the envelope.

Huang Dan slowly stood up with the bookshelf, walked to the desk and took the photo from the butler's hand. His brows moved.
To be continued...