Chapter 91
Chapter 91
In the morning of early spring, every day has surprises.In the courtyard outside the cabin, the peach blossoms bloom very early, and a few pale pink flowers hang on the branches, adding a touch of crimson to the bright green garden.
The melodious music wafted from the four-corner pavilion.The two pianos are placed side by side, and the two hands are sweeping on the strings, and the music is intertwined in one place, which is pleasant to the ear.
A white pigeon flapped its wings and landed under the eaves of the pavilion.
"There is a letter." Ji Qianyao was distracted, and pointed at the white pigeon with one hand.
"Ignore it for now, let's finish playing this song." Xia Qingshu grabbed Ji Qianyao's hand back and placed it on the strings.
"It's getting more and more domineering." Ji Qianyao said angrily, and his hands did follow Xia Qingshu's wishes, playing the whole piece.
The white pigeon was probably fascinated by the music, it stayed on the railing all the time, stared at the two with its head tilted, and didn't fly away, so cute.
After the song was over, Ji Qianyao Shi Shiran stood up from Xia Qingshu's side, walked slowly to the white dove, stroked the white dove's soft fur affectionately, then picked it up, and took off the letter box tied to its claws .
"Who wrote the letter?" Xia Qingshu walked to Ji Qianyao's side, and read the words on the letterhead with her.
"It's Doctor Jiang. She invited us to her farm." Ji Qianyao finished reading the letter one step ahead of Xia Qingshu.
"I heard that Dr. Jiang "picked up" Su Jin a few months ago. Is this true?"
"It's true. Although it wasn't mentioned in the letter, but this word..." Ji Qianyao raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said firmly: "This word was written by Su Jin."
"In this way, another rumor is also true."
"what?"
"I heard from Xiyu that Dr. Jiang had planted a large lemon tree before, and every year when it was harvested, the lemon tree would bear hundreds of tons of lemon fruit. But half a year ago, for some reason, those lemon trees The trees are all dead." After a pause, Xia Qingshu squinted her eyes and smiled: "There may be Sujin's "credit" for this."
Ji Qianyao gave a meaningful "Oh" and raised his eyebrows: "If it's true or not, we'll know when we go to the invitation to see. Anyi, Liuyan, Zhujun, and Xiyu will also go."
"Time is running out, let's go pack our things." Thinking of the reunion of old friends, Xia Qingshu felt an unspeakable joy in her heart, and anxiously took Ji Qianyao's hand and walked into the wooden house. Moon, I have to bring the new clothes you wove for me."
"Okay." Ji Qianyao responded with a smile.
"I want to bring the persimmon cakes we made together last winter."
"it is good."
"I also brought the lotus root noodles we made together in the late summer of the previous year."
"it is good."
"And the jars of peach blossom wine that we buried together in the late spring of the year before last should be dug up, let's take them with us."
"Okay, it's up to you."
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