The old bell in the corner of the hall jingled seven times.

The room was filled with incandescent lamps that lit the room as if it were daylight, but McKinley and Hannah still felt a cool breeze behind them.

Although in the United States, it is normal to have a dead person in a house, and it is no longer normal.

McKinley was a soldier, fought in the Civil War, and saw swaths of soldiers smashed into flesh by shells.

But the problem is that these words come out of the mouths of innocent children who are less than their waists, and they feel very uncomfortable.

"I'm really sorry, the servants at home have been back for the past two days."

Camila walked out with two blue and white tea cups and handed them to the two of them.

She had changed into a Chinese women's dress with wide sleeves, and her hair was pulled back.

McKinley gently lifted the teacup, and a refreshing fragrance came to his face.

He and Hanna looked at the polite hostess in front of them, and there was no way to connect her with the female gunman who stabbed seven gunmen with guns.

What kind of person is this Chen Jianqiu!

The two of them were speechless for a while, and they didn't know what to say.

Camilla saw the expressions of the two, and then looked at her son with a hippie smile, and immediately understood what was happening.

She sat on the sofa opposite the two of them and smiled:

"Girls in the west occasionally play with guns or something, two gentlemen, you know, there, there are too many bad guys who like to break in, and our habits haven't changed during that time."

Once again, McKinley and Hannah realized their shallowness of their knowledge of the West.

Xiaopeng Kun on the side was bored lying on the sofa and playing with the bullet shell, humming the song his father taught him:

"A big river with wide waves and friends has come, and there is good wine, but if the jackal comes, all that awaits him is a shotgun."

McKinley looked at Xiao Pengkun, who was picking at the shell of the bullet, and turned to ask Camilla:

"Woman, your child sings this song really well, but what do the lyrics mean?"

Camila smiled and shook her head:

"What his father taught him, I don't know."

"But don't worry, my husband is a very kind person."

The two of them chatted with Camila for a while in the living room.

Chen Jianqiu still didn't come back.

I don't know how many brews of tea in the tea cup is, and it has become a little light, but there is still a lingering fragrance wafting out.

Hannah glanced at the clock in the corner of the hall.

He stood up:

"Mrs. Chen, thank you very much for your tea, when Mr. Chen comes back, can you tell us about it, just say that we have something very important to discuss with him."

Camila also stood up, smiled and nodded:

"I'm really sorry to keep you waiting so long, or you might as well come back tomorrow at noon."

The two were overjoyed, and after saying goodbye to the hostess, they left Chen Jianqiu's house.

Time is a wonderful thing.

It can be short or lengthy, especially when you need to wait for something.

For McKinley and Hannah, the evening and half a morning were a bit tough.

They went to Chen Jianqiu's house twice yesterday, but they didn't meet the master.

If it had been before, the old man would not have planned to go on a third trip.

A Chinese? Why did you let yourself visit three times in a row?

Even if the emperor of the old empire in the east or someone surnamed Li from the power of the government and the opposition came, they obediently came to see him.

But Morgan has always told them that they can't treat this person as just a Chinese.

So for the election, the two went to Chen Jianqiu's house at noon the next day.

This road, they are already familiar with, so it is much faster than before.

On the way, the two also met the chatty patrol officer from yesterday.

The patrolman was immediately happy when he saw the two.

Yesterday I was on the morning shift, and today I was on the noon shift, but I actually ran into these two people again.

Wouldn't they be doing the same as they were to keep the community safe?

Rich people are really interesting.

He was about to speak, but Hannah made a silent gesture to him, and hurried past him.

The old man pondered it yesterday, there must be some reason why he couldn't meet Chen Jianqiu, and it was very likely that it had something to do with that chatty patrolman.

So he doesn't even want to pay attention to this unlucky guy who brought him bad luck now.

But when they arrived at Chen's house again, Hanna found himself looking like he was wrong.

The door was still locked, and the windows were still hung with curtains, and nothing could be seen inside.

Hannah was so angry that he wanted to pull out the few hairs on his head.

How could I believe that woman's nonsense?

Who would stay at home at noon?

He circled around the door of the villa with his head down, and there was nowhere to vent his anger.

Then, he saw a worn-out wooden barrel in the corner, and was about to kick it.

But his sleeve was suddenly pulled.

Hannah looked up and saw that it was McKinley who had reached out.

The governor snorted to the side.

The old man looked in the direction of his mouth.

A yellow-skinned man, with a small head and a sparse beard, dressed in a black cloth robe, wearing a pair of cloth shoes on his feet, and his hands behind his back, were looking at him with interest.

The old man quickly put away his movements and tidied up his clothes.

For him, this is a complete gaffe.

If he hadn't been angry to the extreme, and he thought that there was no one around, as a decent person, he probably wouldn't have been able to kick the barrel at someone else's door.

"Sir, if you have any objection to my barrel, please put him in my face." Chen Jianqiu said happily, with a harmless look on his face, "He has already endured too much." ”

Hanna was a little embarrassed, but his partner had already walked up and shook Chen Jianqiu's hand:

"Hello, Mr. Chen, my name is William McKinley, Governor of Ohio, and I have also decided to participate in this presidential election, and it is a pleasure to meet you."

McKinley's innate cross-class affinity was instantly revealed.

It's hard to say no to someone who keeps a smile no matter what the situation comes into.

Chen Jianqiu also held his hand:

"Well, I heard from Roosevelt and my wife that you were looking for me, so I put down all my work at noon today, stayed at home, and waited for the two of you to arrive, but."

Chen Jianqiu's words paused slightly, and he pointed to the neighborhood not far away:

"Because there was no one at home to cook, I went to the restaurant opposite for some lunch, and I just came back."

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, no matter what happens, we will be here and wait until you come back." McKinley said sincerely.

"Come in and sit." Chen Jianqiu walked to the door, took out the key, opened the door, and then made a gesture of please to the two behind him.

This time, Chen Jianqiu did not let the two sit in the living room, but took them into a unique-looking room.

There was no table or chair in this room, only a tea table with an incense burner on it.

There were straw mats on the ground and a few futons resting.

"This is where I meditate."

Chen Jianqiu took off his shoes and walked onto the straw mat.

He threw a futon to the two people behind him, and then walked to the stove on the rooftop, and carried a small pot of boiling water back to the side of the tea table.

McKinley and Hannah had no such experience at all.

However, the two of them still did as Chen Jianqiu did, took off their shoes and walked in, put the futon in their hands opposite the Chinese, and then sat down.

Their attention was quickly attracted by the wooden lattice of the entire wall behind Chen Jianqiu.

(End of chapter)