Jiashan is populated by professors from various universities and famous artists. Each house is independent and has its own style.
Song Xiang stopped the car in front of Gate No. 13 and was surprised when he saw the appearance of the house clearly.
The other party actually used a huge glass cover to cover the entire house. From a distance, it looked like a science fiction base.
She went to knock on the door in person, and the person who came to open the door turned out to be a robot.
"Please - come in -"
The door slowly moves away, and the sound effects are standard for science fiction movies.
Song Xiang had suffered too much recently, so naturally he would not go in alone, so he asked Yan Song to lead a team of people to follow him.
As soon as they entered the glass cover, a powerful mist of water sprayed out from nowhere and swept them all from the neck down.
Robot: "Disinfection completed!"
Song Xiang: "..."
The corners of her mouth twitched, thinking what kind of weirdo this was.
He stepped forward and walked through two doors in succession, but they were just doors, not houses.
All the way to the third road, it suddenly became clear and the place was open.
There was a whole flower garden in front of me, the temperature was comfortable and the fragrance was overflowing.
In the rose field, Youdao's figure is busy.
"Hello." Song Xiang took the initiative to say hello.
When the other party heard the sound, he put down the flower basket and followed the sound.
She is a woman, wearing a Chinese-style white dress, with her hair gently pulled back on her head. She is about thirty years old, with a delicate face, an excellent temperament, and a very charming temperament.
"I'm Rong Yi, and I have an appointment with Mr. Ou." Song Xiang held her bag and nodded politely.
The woman smiled, picked up the basket, and said, "Please come in and have a cup of tea first."
Song Xiang nodded and motioned to Yan Song and others to stay where they were.
She walked closer and followed the woman, smelling the fragrance of the other woman's body, which was refreshing.
"What's your name?" Song Xiang asked.
The woman turned to look at her with a peaceful smile, "Yun Yun, clouds of clouds, Yun of Yun."
As his name suggests, he is indeed charming.
Song Xiang estimated that the relationship between this man and Ou Jin must be unusual.
Under the glass cover, the whole house is like another world, even the light is different from outside.
The main house is a Tang Dynasty style wooden house with small wind chimes hanging under the eaves. As Yun Yun walked by, she waved the wind chimes and the tinkling sound came to mind.
Song Xiang observed her and felt that every move she made was beautiful.
This house is special everywhere.
I don’t know what kind of person Ou Jin is.
Only a few blurry photos have been circulated to the outside world, and no one knows what the real person is like.
Walking to the inner courtyard, Yun Yun knocked on the door and said in a coaxing way: "Weird, your guests have arrived."
When Song Xiang heard this title, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
There was a noise in the house, as if something had fallen to the ground.
"Sorry." Yun Yun shrugged and smiled at Song Xiang. When she smiled, her eyes turned into crescents.
Song Xiang subconsciously said it didn't matter.
Yun Yun tilted her head, put one hand on her lips, and chuckled: "He has been getting angry for decades. Don't be surprised."
Decades...?
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded, "Ah...it's okay."
Yun Yun stuck out her tongue, put one hand behind her back, and knocked on the door again, "Get up, I made walnut sauce and fried prawns, get up and eat with the guests?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the wooden door was brushed open.
Song Xiang subconsciously looked around, but didn't see anyone opening the door.
Yun Yun turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation to her.