Chapter 252: Ancient Zhuangdi Garden

It's not that Alan has never been to Aunt Josephine's house, but it was the first time he entered through the front door.
The car drove into the manor surrounded by high walls.
Alan looked at it and thought it was magnificent, but the whole house seemed to be shrouded in darkness, hiding in the shadow of the towering mountains behind it.
Emily had just emerged from the warm carriage, and a chilly wind made her fight a cold war.
Although the weather was indeed cold, Allen felt that the more he entered the house, the more chill he felt.
Emily approached involuntarily in Ellen's direction. She was a little frightened. She pulled Ellen's sleeve and motioned Ellen to look at the second floor of the manor.
Allen looked up and saw that there were two big bay windows side by side, like two black holes staring at them.
"Do you want to live in those two rooms?" Aunt Josephine obviously misunderstood Allen's meaning. "Children do need more space for activities and better vision. Of course you can live there."
Passing through the living room with a huge fireplace, they walked up a staircase to an upward staircase.
It didn't take long this time, because the rooms Aunt Josephine prepared for them were all on the second floor.
"Look at these rooms, do you like it?" Aunt Josephine took Ellen and the others to look around every room on the second floor—a place they had never been before.
Emily started to feel excited when she got acquainted with the environment. This house is really good, so many houses, so many closets. She couldn't imagine how many rooms there are.
In the room assigned to Emily, there are many toys that the little girl likes. She happily stroked a little white-washed, fluffy kitten doll.
Albert volunteered to take care of his sister.
Aunt Josephine took Allen on.
They hurried forward down the narrow aisle.
Allen noticed that all the portraits of men and women hung on the walls on the second floor.
They wore strange clothes made of satin and velvet. Although the styles of the era were different, they were all very gorgeous.
The people on the screen stared at Allen silently, only a portrait of a man with a horoscope-shaped beard showed a surprised expression, but they were all abnormally quiet.
Allen's room was very large, with a bathroom and an old-fashioned window seat. He can sit by the window overlooking the manor below.
"Okay, I think you must take some time to organize your luggage. I will prepare food first. You can come down after you have packed up."
Aunt Josephine glanced at her watch and walked towards the front door of the room.
"The views from these rooms on the second floor are pretty good..." Allen liked the bay window with a window seat. He stepped forward and looked out the window.
Through the snow flakes, he saw the car parked in the driveway.
Crossing the fence, he saw some high and low farmhouses scattered on the wilderness.
After packing up and saluting, Allen walked towards the door.
At this moment, he saw the girl who impressed him.
The girl who used to guard the door of the room where he lived.
The girl in a red dress woven with filigree flowers.
A dark green toad was squatting on her hand, standing expressionlessly at the door with sharp eyes, but in just a second, she turned and disappeared into the aisle.
"Hey!" Allen yelled, running towards the aisle, and then stopped outside his bedroom door.
He looked at both sides, "Who is she?"
But there was no one in the long aisle, and all the house doors were closed tightly.
"Albert?" Allen called out Albert's name, but no one answered him.
Alan glanced at the dark hallway one last time, and hurried downstairs.
"Aunt Josephine," Allen calmed his heartbeat, "Is this house haunted?"
Aunt Josephine gave Alan a careless look, then laughed softly, seeming to find the question funny.
"Sorry, no trouble," she said, and then she looked at Alan with those slightly wrinkled blue eyes. "Although this manor is very old and huge, it is not haunted."
"I... I seem to see a little girl in a red dress." Allen said, staring at Aunt Josephine's face, trusting his eyes.
"You may have seen a portrait of Miss Clark. She is the only portrait that can walk freely in the manor."
Aunt Josephine said, and then directed a row of hot dogs to jump into the frying pan.
Allen was sure that her eyes were not wrong, she appeared at the door instead of in the portrait.
He was about to continue to ask, such as who Miss Clark is; why the pictures of the entire manor are only free to move around; why the characters in the pictures don’t speak and move...
But with the knock on the door, Aunt Josephine stopped talking with Alan.
Allen didn't miss the relaxed look on her face.
Father Owen Harris and Second Colonn Harris walked in, they still carried a few suitcases.
"Ah, the snow is getting bigger and bigger! I hope your mother and Daisy can come here soon." After setting up the luggage, Mr. Harris took off his thick coat and walked down in a normal shirt. While talking, he tucked the hem of his shirt into his pants.
Allen was surprised to find that his father was a bit overweight after missing ~EbookFREE.me~, and his shirt seemed to be too old to plug and would always fall apart.
Mr. Harris gave up the attempt to tuck the shirt into his pants, rolled up his sleeves, and sat next to Allen.
"Ha, they look alike." Aunt Josephine nodded in the direction of Len and Allen, and said to Mr. Harris.
Allen couldn't tell if it was a compliment.
He and Lun were both tall and thin, with light blond hair and light blue eyes like Mr. Harris.
In spite of this, Alan still disagrees with Aunt Josephine's words-he is not as "serious" as Len.
After all, Emily is a child. After playing in the living room for a while, she clamored to go out and build a snowman.
Allen walked with her into the yard.
In the heavy snow, Allen used his father's wand to pile up all kinds of small animals, which made Emily very happy.
Allen was also infected and left behind what had happened.
Mother Morgan Lefay Harris and sister Daisy Harris finally arrived before dark.
After getting a big hug from her mother, Allen thoughtfully accepted the gifts she brought—all homemade snacks.
Emily leaped forward and led the way, and Morgan Le Fay and Daisy followed behind.
But Alan stopped, something caught his attention.
He looked up at the two identical bay windows on the porch.
He put his hand on his forehead, squinting his eyes and looking through the falling snow.
Yes, he saw it.
A face, in the left window.
That girl.
It was the same girl, upstairs, looking down at Alan below.