Shen Sihuan searched for a long time, but he didn't find the doorbell, and he called twice but no one responded, so he had to push open the openwork iron gate of the courtyard, and under the gaze of a group of "children", he and Aunt Wang came to the gate.

Strange, why don't you even have a doorbell at the gate, is it so retro?

Behind this door should be the same as the Shen family, it is a hall with high ceilings, and the rooms are on both sides. If it weren't for someone behind the door, the knock would probably have been heard.

But she still buckled the door, unhurried, three times.

At this time, none of them noticed that the faces of the "children" behind them, among the dense green leaves, were moving and reflecting.

That's the camera.

Just as the two were about to turn to leave, the door suddenly opened.

The biting cold air pounced on Shen Sihuan's body, and she couldn't help but shiver, the temperature of the central air conditioner was too low.

A blonde, blue-eyed foreigner, about forty years of age, stood up straight, and looked at the two of them with a somewhat arrogant expression—just silently, without asking who it was.

Shen Sihuan hurriedly sent the paper bag in his hand forward, and said with a smile:

"Hello, I'm a resident of Mansion 1 over there. Today, my family accidentally received your courier by mistake, which is fruit. Because we also happen to order a lot of boxes...... We're here to apologize, we'll compensate for the price, and these are the pastries made by my family, if you don't dislike it......"

Facing the other party's interview examiner-like face, she smiled more and more, but finally finished speaking.

The foreigner had the same expression the whole time, like a robot, but he took the apology gift, and then, without saying a word, closed the door with a "bang".

Shen Sihuan and Aunt Wang looked at each other: "............"

I haven't said how much to lose.

After standing stupidly for a while, they decided to go home. Probably, people don't care about that money. Or is that foreigner unable to understand Chinese?

At this time, in a room on the third floor of Mansion 7, a man was lazily reclining on the European-style soft collapse, looking at the countless screens on the wall. Obviously, it's not just the gardening, but the woods that hide a lot of cameras as well.

On one of the screens, a girl with a round face with starry eyes is walking in a lush forest, looking back from time to time.

The foreigner respectfully placed the two silver discs on the small table in the man's hand, on which were the biscuits and cakes sent by Shen Sihuan, and said, "Master, do you need to pair wine?" ”

The man was silent, his lips were ruddy, the eyelashes at the end of his eyes were slender and slightly curled, and with a tear mole at the corner of his eye, he swept it lightly, but he couldn't tell the evil spirit.

The foreigner silently retreated.

He picked up a piece of hazelnut crisp, took a small bite, and shook his head, it was too sweet. But he took a few more bites, then crushed the rest and sprinkled it on the small table, a shrill whistle came out between his lips.

After a while, there was the fluttering of wings on the balcony, and a white eagle flew in, perched on the man's forearm, and jumped on the small table to peck at the cookie crumbs.

The flying eagle's eyes were sharp, and the tail of the feather feather was decorated with countless thin black spots, which was very beautiful.

The man cupped his cheeks and said with pity, "Should I have opened the door myself?" Then he shook his head and denied himself, "Well~ It's better to wait, it's more fun to wait." ”

After a while, the white eagle flapped its wings and flew into the sky again.

And Shen Sihuan, who had just returned home, looked up and saw a white bird under the blue sky, spreading its wings like clouds, and soaring indulgently......