Story of the Foreign Fairy Chapter 70

Fourteen or five miles away from the capital, there is an ancient house. Its walls are thick and have towers and pointed pediments.

Every summer, a wealthy aristocratic family moved here to live. It was the finest and most beautiful house in all their properties. From the outside it looks like it was recently built; but inside it is very comfortable and quiet. There is a stone carved on the door with their family emblem; around the emblem and on the fan-shaped window on the door are many beautiful roses. In front of the house is a neat pasture. There are red hawthorns and white hawthorns here, as well as precious flowers. As for the outside of the greenhouse, of course, not to mention.

This home also has a very capable gardener. It was a pleasure to see these flower gardens, orchards, and vegetable gardens. Parts of the original appearance of the old garden have remained unchanged, including the box tree hedges cut into crown and pyramid shapes. Behind the fence are two stately old trees. They are bare almost all year round. You probably thought that a storm or a seaspout had picked up a lot of garbage and scattered it on them. But every pile of garbage is a bird's nest.

Seaspout, water column rolled up by a tornado.

A noisy flock of crows and rooks have nested here since ancient times. This place is almost like a bird village. Bird is the owner here, the oldest family here, the owner of this house. In their eyes, the people living below are nothing. They tolerate the presence of these walking animals, although they sometimes fire their guns, causing them to tremble and fly around screaming: "Quack! Quack!"