Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

"Adjutant Shen!"

Thick lead-gray clouds pressed down heavily, like a huge block of lead soaked in water, shrouding the entire magnificent manor villa in a depressing gloom.

The air was stagnant, carrying the dull and damp feeling that is unique to when a rainstorm is about to come.

In front of the carved cast iron gate, two guards in brand new gray-blue uniforms stood tall as pine trees, like two javelins nailed into the ground, their bodies stretched straight as they saluted a tall, stern-faced young officer in front of them.

The man called "Adjutant Shen" was tall and straight, with his broad shoulders tightly wrapped in a neatly ironed, wrinkle-free yellow woolen military uniform, outlining neat lines without any redundancy or slackness.

The military cap inlaid with a white golden crow was pressed straight on his head, not tilted at all. A thick shadow fell from under the brim of the hat, almost completely swallowing up his deep eyebrows and eyes, leaving only a cold and hard outline on the side of his high nose bridge and a pair of tightly pursed thin lips.

The discipline button at the top of his collar was fastened tightly just below his Adam's apple, creating a clear and hard boundary, making him look like a rock just fished out of the water, cold and hard.

"Ah."

The man didn't stop when he heard that. He just raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of deep eyes. His gaze passed through the guards' tense faces and straight arms as fast as a knife. He nodded very slightly at the two of them, and then, under the respectful gazes of the two, he walked into the heavy cast iron gate without stopping.

Until the powerful sound of military boots hitting the ground gradually faded away and completely disappeared in the depths of the corridor where wisteria was hanging and ivy was shaded, the man's figure was completely swallowed up by the dense greenery and the shadows of the columns.

The two guards who stood there like stone sculptures seemed to be freed from some invisible curse. They almost let out a long breath at the same time and suddenly relaxed.

"call--"

The two men exchanged glances, and after seeing the same awe and fear in each other's eyes, they nodded tacitly, straightened their waists and legs, and returned to their sentry post with sharp eyes.

Out of sight of the two men, the young officer walked in with steady steps.

The entire manor covers a large area and has beautiful scenery.

Looking inward from the carved cast iron gate covered with wisteria and ivy, a dark and smooth wooden corridor stretches into the distance, and after passing through the moon-shaped door with vines hanging down, the view suddenly opens up.

In the courtyard on the left, ancient and rugged Taihu stones are stacked layer by layer in an orderly manner by the pool. In the pond under the Taihu stones, several colorful koi are swaying leisurely in the water, and several vigorous Podocarpus trees stretch their branches and leaves, standing quietly by the lake, an oriental Zen atmosphere.

When the eyes turn to the right, it is a completely different warm and unrestrained Western style. Large areas of carefully trimmed Western roses are in bloom. The full-bodied flowers of various colors are blooming in the flower beds with clear geometric lines, layer upon layer, full and juicy.

The sweet floral fragrance, so rich that it is almost indissoluble, flows freely in the air with the breeze, and cleverly climbs onto the corners of every passerby's clothes.

In addition, the corridor connecting the two courtyards itself is also a unique landscape. Frosted glass is inlaid between the ice-cracked lattice window frames, filtering and crushing the light and shadow, turning them into countless soft and hazy spots of light, which are scattered on the blue brick floor and columns of the corridor, quiet and dreamy.

On the mahogany table in the corridor, a simple and elegant blue and white porcelain vase with smooth lines and warm glaze is juxtaposed with a Western clock with intricate and exquisite shape and gleaming enamel, silently interpreting the aesthetic of inclusiveness.

It is now the transition period between spring and summer. The entire manor is full of greenery and colorful flowers. It can be said that there is a new scene at every step. Even in such gloomy weather, it is so beautiful that it is almost impossible to take your eyes off it.

But the young officer walking among them was a completely unromantic character. Faced with the refreshing scenery along the way, he just walked towards the main building with an expressionless face and without looking around.

Aside from the occasional nod to the occasional servant who gave him a hasty greeting, his expression barely changed.

Walking silently to the end of the wooden corridor, the view in front of me suddenly opened up.

An open lawn, like a huge, carefully ironed green velvet carpet, spreads softly under your feet and extends to the end of your vision. At the end of your vision, stands the soul and core of the entire manor - the main building.

The entire main building adopts a combination of Chinese and Western architectural styles. The steady blue brick walls rise from the ground, supporting the tall arched doors and windows. Even though it is covered by the lead-gray sky, the colored glass inlaid in it still stubbornly transmits a colorful and soft halo, shining brightly.

Simple Western-style relief lines outline the window lattices. Broad white marble steps rise from the lawn and lead to the heavy teak door. On both sides of the door, a pair of ancient stone lions silently guard the world behind the door.

Looking at the magnificent and imposing building in front of him, the man who had been silent all the way finally stopped.

This building, which usually has servants or butlers on duty, ready to answer the door or notify people at any time, is now empty at the door, and the silence is unusual.

It seems a little too quiet.

Thinking back on the journey, there were obviously fewer servants than usual. Looking at the teak door in front of him that was wide open but no one was there, the man subconsciously frowned. A hint of doubt finally appeared on his expressionless face besides coldness.

After observing quietly for a moment, seeing that there was still no movement at the door, the man subconsciously frowned, thought for a moment, and raised his foot to step towards the stairs.

But at this moment, a slightly hunched and thin figure suddenly flashed out from the door.

The man was about fifty or sixty years old, wearing a starched dark gray gown made of fine material, and a navy blue vest. Although his clothes were old, they were meticulously dressed, and his gray hair was neatly combed. Judging from his dress and demeanor, he was obviously a well-trained butler who attached great importance to rules.

However, at this moment, this usually calm old man had a lingering anxiety between his brows, and his demeanor had lost his usual calmness.

Although he tried hard to remain calm on that face that was weathered by time, his tightly pursed lips and the tense lines of his jaw betrayed his inner tension. Even a hint of moisture could be seen on his neatly combed temples.

The old man looked anxious and breathless. He hurried out of the door and was about to go out, but unexpectedly his eyes met the young officer standing at the door.

At that moment, he suddenly felt like he had grabbed the last straw, his eyes lit up, and he raised his voice and shouted at the man.

"Adjutant Shen! You've arrived just in time!"