After rushing out of the office, the paper crane flapped its wings, fluttered and swayed, and went all the way against the cold wind.

On the way, it encountered a few two-tailed squirrels that had slipped out of tree hollows to play in the cold, and the mischievous rodents tried to catch the crane, relying on their ability to glide through the air with their tails.

It's just that, after all, it was a paper crane kneaded by the dean of the Nine Colleges himself, so it only flapped its wings a few times and easily escaped the clutches of the squirrel.

Flying out of the office building, over the small square, and through the long forest path, the crane did not choose to fly straight over Linzhong Lake, which was now covered with a thin layer of ice, but this did not in any way diminish the dangerous aura emanating from the sky above the large lake, so it flew in a large circle, following the promenade around the lake, towards the outside of the university.

Its target is a large mansion in the western side of Beta Town.

Unlike the North District of Beta, which is full of lowly magicians, or the South District of Beta, which is full of poor and low-level wizards, the West District of Betatown has always been considered by the wizarding community to be an upper-class community, including O'Brien, Tapbot, Karen, Zhongshan Jiang, Shuzhong Tang, Metropolitan Blair, and many other wizarding families, all of whom own their properties in this community.

The Qingqiu Su clan is naturally no exception.

Located in Courtyard 54 in the western part of Beta Town, it is a large mansion with a beautiful garden. A house of this size is very rare in the town of Beta, where every inch of land is at a premium.

Compared to the neighbors on the left and right of the courtyard, Courtyard 54 looked quite approachable - because there were no tall blue-gray courtyard walls around it, nor the hideous, dark-colored horror gargoyles staring at passers-by all the time, nor did they erect a wooden sign that read 'Private Territory' ten meters away from the gate.

The layout of the whole courtyard is quite open.

The arm-thick log fence is only about a meter high, and the gaps between the logs are big enough for an adult to reach into with a fist.

Outside the fence, there is a shallow stream, ankle-deep, crystal clear, the bottom of the water is covered with colorful pebbles, and from time to time you can see small golden-red fish bobbing their heads and tails through the cracks in the rocks - even in the middle of winter, the stream does not have the slightest tendency to freeze, but flows as always.

Outside the stream, there are a few large gray-white stones, which sit on the outermost side of the garden against the stream. It's just that there is not a single carved magic script on these stones, and they are more like 'chairs' full of natural interest, for pedestrians who are tired of walking to and fro.

Inside the fence, there is a splendid garden - roses hanging on the fence, soft branches, round flowers, overlapping petals, lavender, pink, white, all kinds of colors stacked in the emerald green, lively and revealing a bit of solemnity, in addition to roses, azaleas, chrysanthemums, allium orchids and other beautiful flowers, there are also inconspicuous small characters such as dog tail grass, and there is no lack of a few emerald green bamboos leaning on the side of the rockery.

And the little trees that surround the flowerbeds—not the cheesy magnolias, ginkgo, or elderberries and locust trees that many wizards grow—but the neatly arranged aspen and paulownia. Because the trees are not very old, the skin of these small trees looks very clean and white, and it looks particularly brilliant against the colorful flowers in the flower beds.

In short, if you use a poem to describe it, this garden can probably be called 'Cangshi Red Spring Shaoyin House, Morning Glory Stretching Vines Around the Fence'.

Surrounded by this garden is an attic with red tiles and white walls, and flying swallow ridges.

At ten o'clock in the morning, it was the most lively time of the day, and Su Man, the head maid of the mansion, was originally directing a few blue elves to capture the flower sperm and grass sperm hidden in the flowers, which was one of the tasks she must do every morning.

If it's summer, she doesn't need to clean up these little things every day. But in winter, in the entire town of Beta, perhaps only this mansion still maintains such a colorful world, and naturally, it attracts a large number of 'uninvited guests' from all directions.

Especially this year, the silent return came a little earlier than usual, and many of the elves in the forest were not captured by the hungry beasts, and when they ran out, they could not dig a small hole and build a warm nest to store enough food for the winter. Therefore, this garden, which is still in full bloom, has become the only chance for these elves to live.

Because the people who are now guarding the Qingqiu Mansion are all young girls, even a few elderly grandmothers, and they don't like the bewitching scenery outside, so they stay in the house more often, leaning on the pillow and napping. And the young little girls are not lacking in love - although they are limited by their duties, they cannot raise these little elves openly, but it does not prevent them from flexibly grasping the time, allowing these little ones to pick some nectar, fruits and the like in the garden every morning and evening to satisfy their hunger.

Of course, this time must be before the mansion opens and after it is locked every day - for example, at noon, if a guest visits, passes by the flower garden, and accidentally sees a group of elves in tattered blades of grass squeaking and screaming in front of them, it is too unusual.

Su Man's job now is to clean the garden while the owner of the mansion has not yet gone out.

"It's past ten o'clock now! The sun is almost in the middle of the sky! You are always here, and we can't explain it!" The maid squatted in front of a clump of rhododendrons, looked at the few flower sperm that were burying her head in the petals and licking the nectar, and persuaded bitterly: "How about coming back later? After the lock is locked at night, I will prepare an extra bowl of nectar for you...... No water!"

A few flower sperm didn't seem to hear her, and still persevered in burying their heads in the middle of the flowers.

Seeing that the time was getting later and later, Su Man finally couldn't hold it back, shook his fingers, commanded a few smurfs, grabbed the necks of those flower sperm, and threw them out of the fence - whether it was flower sperm or grass sperm, although they didn't like winter, it didn't mean that they were afraid of the cold, on the contrary, there were many flower sperm who liked to dance in the snowflakes when the cold plum blossomed. However, in winter, their bodies consume a lot of energy, and they have very little food to obtain, so wizards rarely see them in the cold winter.

After cleaning up the 'pests' in the garden, Su Man stood up, stretched, faced the bright sun, yawned with satisfaction, and began to consider whether to call Miss to get up now.

At this moment, she saw a paper crane swaying through the big willow tree at the gate of the courtyard and slamming into the door number with a bang.