A Lonely Villa

At the foot of the mountain, there is a two-story villa, including a spacious courtyard of about a thousand square meters. There is a large banyan tree in the courtyard, surrounded by tall and dense trees outside the courtyard, and a small fish pond in front of the door. In the morning, the birds in the trees squeaked and the white clouds in the sky swam quietly in the fish pond, which was silent, soft, clean, and spacious. This is the new residence where I was hired as a consultant.

When I knocked on the door of the villa's courtyard, I was greeted by an old lady in a silver satin velvet dress, with a rich woman's hair perm, a pot belly, and a lonely smile on her face. At this moment, while guiding me along, she said to herself.

"Aren't you afraid of being lonely if you live here?" The old lady said out of the blue.

The old lady's words immediately aroused my keen interest. I replied with a smile, "How can you be lonely in such a beautiful villa?"

"Here, there was once a doctor who came back from Australia to study abroad. But he's gone!" The old lady said with some reluctance.

"Gone?" I asked curiously.

"Lonely!" The old lady replied helplessly.

Yesterday, about the old lady's background, she said several times, I have long known. She is seventy years old, her husband is the general manager of a real estate company, died more than ten years ago. They have a son and a daughter, son, and daughter-in-law as well as a granddaughter who is settled in Canada, the daughter is married to a mainland house owner, rich. She said that if there was a second daughter, she would also marry a rich housing owner. After a pale laugh, from yesterday to today, in her mouth, she always repeated her background, again and again, reciting the word 'rich' over and over again, like an idiot talking in her sleep. Money, in her mind, was a drunken dream.

When I went down the stairs to work, every morning I heard her in the kitchen cracking eggs and coughing; every afternoon I saw her sitting on the sofa in the hall, holding a syringe and injecting a therapeutic hormone into her foot.

Every day, the courier delivered a lot of letter materials, however, they were all my letter materials. Sometimes, while going upstairs, my heart sank as I thought to myself that I had seen her without a single courier and had not seen any of her relatives or friends come to visit over the year. She is also like every old person, old people always look forward to their children around to accompany; especially at the Spring Festival, she does not need money, just look forward to the children's blessing cards like snowflakes across the ocean and the mountain to fly to the villa in ...... However, her heart prayed for all this, as if the sunset, the face of the blank and ignorant dark sky ......

The villa hall is installed with central air conditioning, television sets, palace lamps, wall-hung fireplaces, smooth golden pearwood sofas, and walls carved with elegant and chic flowers and plants, decorating the hall with elegance and generosity. Here, everything speaks of her past glory and today's sluggishness.

Only two people come and go in the spacious villa. Every day, the old lady talked about her past, and I repeatedly listened to her. She didn't have to tell the story of the villa and its owner every day, as the story can be seen from every item stored in the villa ......

In the nineties, when the real estate boom started, the owner of the villa was engaged in real estate development and swept a thousand armies. After he became famous, he built his villa at the foot of Baiyun Mountain. He belonged to those few people who got rich first, but he did not expect to enjoy the blessing together and died young.

His son ran away like a rabbit, and his daughter flew away like a butterfly. Time took away the beautiful dream of the deceased, and also took away the man who was sick and could not get up. In her case, people seem to have won everything in the world, but they seem to have nothing. Although the streets and alleys are bustling with a variety of specialties, none of this can conquer the loneliness in the old lady's villa.

A writer once said, "In life, even the most pleased people, have millions of dollars, have the fragrance of wine, have the sweetness of color, all like a fleeting candle, swaying in the west wind at midnight, or finally buried in the infinite darkness.

Rich people are happy, rich people are lonely. I don't see anyone happier than the old lady, but I don't see anyone so lonely and isolated as the old lady either.