The Secret of the Ancient House in Tong Town

The lively sound of playing, playing, playing and singing seemed to still be ringing in my ears, but in a blink of an eye it turned into a ruins with broken walls, the sound of creaking door frames, the whistling wind, and the fleeing sounds of several foraging squirrels. A hundred years later, only the sound of sighs surrounded... A hundred years later, with red clothes and white bones, the trajectory of history has returned to the starting point. (Please, please, please be kind to the newbie, I'm a little scared because I scold you too harshly...)