When Uncle Yu heard Rong Zhe's words, he pushed up his reading glasses and caught a glimpse of Song Xiang behind Rong Boye. He looked at his face again and again, his face suddenly lit up and he rubbed his hands not knowing what to say.
"Hey! The old man is out of his mind. He won't bark anymore. Hurry! Come in quickly!"
With that said, he got out of the way and welcomed Rong Boye and others into the door.
Song Xiang lowered his head and followed behind, and then realized that the one he walked through last time was not the main entrance.
On the left side of the screen wall is the side entrance, and on the right side is the road leading to the main entrance of the mansion.
There were lights all the way, illuminating the surroundings like daylight.
The road is very open, and it is different from the rugged trail last time. The surrounding buildings are all Chinese style, and they are not only simple and a bit old, but they are powerful and solemn.
When we arrived at the main house, we could smell the smell of incense.
Before entering the door, Rong Boye coughed twice.
"Uncle Yu, you don't need these."
The old housekeeper looked serious, "How can that be done? There is a new member of the family, so I have to say hello."
Song Xiang was puzzled and did not dare to speak nonsense.
After Rong Boye got used to the smell, he turned around and glanced at her. Seeing that she was confused, he stretched out his hand towards her.
Song Xiang hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand.
Father and daughter synchronize and enter the door together.
At the same time, firecrackers went off and the sound was deafening.
After crossing the threshold and reaching the patio, Song Xiang hid beside Rong Boye and covered her ears with one hand.
When the sound of firecrackers stopped, Rong Boye's steps also stopped.
Only then did she raise her hand and take a clear look at her surroundings.
In the old-fashioned living room, there are eight wooden chairs beside it, a desk in front of it, an incense burner on the table, and a portrait.
Before she moved, the old housekeeper lit the incense, muttered a few words at the table, turned around and handed the incense to her.
"Miss, please."
Song Xiang was confused and glanced at Rong Boye. Rong Boye nodded towards her and motioned for her to come forward.
There were many people around and the sense of ceremony was too strong, which made Song Xiang nervous.
When she walked to the desk, she put the incense into the incense burner and hesitated whether to kowtow or bow directly.
"Okay, come back." Rong Boye said.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took a step back.
The old housekeeper seemed to have other procedures, but Rong Boye vetoed them.
"Uncle Yu, it's getting late, prepare some food, and let Mr. and Miss rest first." Rong Zhe came up to speak.
Uncle Yu had no choice but to see that Rong Boye looked bad, so he had to cut out the complicated and simplify it, and arrange for rest first.
The dining area is also different from last time. Although there are many lights turned on, it is probably an old building and the whole place has a spooky feel.
Song Xiang was worried about sleeping problems. If she was given a wooden bed like the one in the TV series, she would be frightened to death.
Afraid of what might happen, after finishing the supper, the servant led her to the bedroom.
Sure enough, it's more of a TV series than a TV series.
"Uncle Yu said that this is the room where the old lady lived, and even the bed is an antique."
The maid was young, so she whispered to Song Xiang when no one was seeing her.
Song Xiang stood under the dim light and scanned the surrounding area.
The cabinets, small tables, and chairs were all made of dark wood. She didn't know what kind of wood it was, but it was definitely antique.
The most important thing is the bed. It looks like a small box. Once you open the curtain, it becomes a small world.
Although the quilt was all made of fine quality, she felt a chill running down her spine while sitting on the bed.
Fortunately, the bathroom for bathing is decent.
She hurriedly changed her clothes and got into the quilt, but she couldn't feel the temperature.
I closed my eyes and felt like there was a ghost in my head.
It's past three in the morning and I can't sleep at all.
The ceremony of raising uncle is still going on, and there are two firecrackers going off from time to time.