Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

On the afternoon of the 29th New Year, Jiang Chunhe still insisted on learning Guzheng.

The temperament of a girl is to be cultivated from an early age.

What's more, the Jiang family is just such a daughter, and both Yannian and Jiang Beiyuan are interested in nurturing their daughter, and they value it very much.

So when I was young, Chunhe studied dance and Guzheng.

The dance is national dance. As for the Guzheng, it was originally chosen by Chun'er.

Yannian showed pictures of several musical instruments including guzheng, pipa, piano, cello, and violin to Chun'er, who was only five years old.

Chun'er skipped the last four directly, pointed to the first one, and smiled at his words.

This can be regarded as love at first sight for Guzheng.

Chun'er likes it even if it doesn't play well, the fingers will wear out calluses.

Jiang Qingchi and Jiang San'er accompanied Chunhe to learn Guzheng.

Chun'er's Guzheng teacher, also Ding Baoyi's cousin Xu Tongtong, is a very temperamental woman with her hair in her arms and a swan-like neck that is bright and beautiful.

"Ms. Xu."

Jiang Chunhe yelled sweetly, and Jiang Qingchi and Jiang San'er also yelled "Mr. Xu".

Xu Tongtong smiled, "Why are you both here today?"

Jiang Qingchi is serious: "It's the one who supports the place."

"Puff," San'er couldn't help but smile.

Jiang Qingchi: "?"

Saner: "It's okay, I thought of something fun."

Xu Tongtong found chairs for Jiang Qingchi and Jiang San'er and asked them to sit down.

Soon, other students also came. Usually they were taught separately. But isn't it about the New Year? So on the twenty-ninth New Year, Xu Tongtong called all six of her students over for an assessment.

Chun'er is the third player to play the piano. She wears high ponytails, her small face is delicate, her profile is half tilted, and she is enveloped in unreal light and shadow, accompanied by the melodious and crisp sound of the guzheng flowing slowly. Jiang Qingchi and Jiang Jingming also held their breath and quietly appreciated Jiang Chunhe's performance.

Lofty mountains, magnificent forests and bamboos, peach blossom ponds, and birds singing.

This is the beauty of Chinese musical instruments.

There are only Chinese musical instruments that can exaggerate the ancient style to the extreme, turn feelings into elegance, and sentiments into stories.

Jiang Qingchi glanced out the window.

A black luxury Rolls Royce stopped at the door.

But I couldn't see the people in the car clearly.

"San'er, whose car is that?"

Jiang San'er then looked over: "I don't know, is it godfather?"

"Unlike, godfather always drives Maybach."

"Is that Xu Zhengdong's?"

"How could it be possible that he was at school at the same age as you two, what did my godfather do to buy him a car."

That's true.

Whose car is this?

And it's facing Jiang Chunhe's direction.

It seems that she came to learn piano today, so she came deliberately.

But soon, the car drove away and Jiang Chunhe's performance ended.

"Good! Absolutely! Wonderful!"

Jiang Qingchi took the lead and applauded, then looked at Xu Tongtong.

"Teacher, what level of my sister, you have heard it too, when the next grade, it's not the highest score, right?"

As soon as the words came out, the others laughed.

Xu Tongtong also smiled and coughed twice, "I know it in my heart."

It was dark after coming out of the piano room.

Jiang Chunhe walked between Jiang Qingchi and Jiang San'er, Jiang Jingming talked to Chun'er about the Rolls Royce incident.

Chun'er squatted, "I don't know big friends, maybe I came to pick someone up."

"But when you finished playing, the car drove away."

"I don't know." Chun'er didn't care.

"..." Jiang Qingchi, who was walking, quietly listened to them talking, with his hands folded behind his head, his eyes squinted lazily, thoughtful and thoughtful.

"Jianghe--"

He is hearing hallucinations.

Otherwise, why hear Mu Yanzhu's voice.

It must be a hallucination.

"Jianghe--"

How can I hear the hallucinations twice? I miss you too much, but if you bear it, you can go to her on the third day of the new year.

"Brother, look back and see who is coming?"

Jiang Chunhe blinked. Is his brother happy and stupid? Why did his wife call him, but he didn't respond.

Jiang Qingchi: "Who is it looking back, our father or our mother?"

"Jianghe--"

The crisp voice is very familiar, soft and firm, with the feeling of slanting wind and drizzle.

Jiang Qingchi finally turned his head.

Seeing Mu Yanzhu running towards me, I was so frightened, dumbfounded, and lost,

He glanced at Jiang Chunhe in a daze.

Jiang Chunhe tilted his head and looked playful and cute.

Look at Jiang San'er again.

San'er spread his hands innocently, which meant it was none of my business.

Until Mu Yanzhu stood in front of him.

Poke his face.

"not happy?"

"Fogweed!!!"

"young married woman!!!!"

The reflection arc from petrification to soberness was exceptionally long, Jiang Qingchi stretched out his arms and locked Mu Yanzhu firmly in his arms.

At that moment, I was about to cry.

"It's really you? I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Do you think it is a dream?"

"Well, think, it's best to do it three days in a row, so that I can see you on the third day."

He came home on New Year's Eve and hasn't seen each other for a week.

Until this moment, Jiang Qingchi sincerely admires those long-distance lovers.

If you ask him, if you don't meet for half a year or a year, he will be crazy.

Mu Yanzhu patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, it's not a dream, I've come to you for the New Year."

"Speaking..."

Jiang Qingchi let go of her slightly.

"Don't you need to accompany grandma?"

"Grandma was picked up by my uncle today and went to his house for the New Year. I don't want to go to his house."

"Then your grandma is not in danger?"

"No, there is Muran, and the village secretary is going to visit his uncle's house. The uncle took the grandma by pretending to be."

"So you don't worry about going back, are you?"

"of course!"

"Great!"

Holding Mu Yanzhu's waist, Jiang Qingchi picked up his daughter-in-law in front of Chun'er and San'er, and kissed him on the opposite wall.

He kissed her and she hid herself.

Jiang Qingchi's head also followed.

"Don't... your brother and sister are watching." Mu Yanzhu went down an inch.

"so what?"

Jiang Qingchi moved down five inches.

She moved down again.

Jiang Qingchi chased after him.

Finally, they all squatted on the ground.

Can't run away now?

He cupped Mu Yanzhu's face with both hands and pressed it over.

Jiang Chunhe standing behind: "San'er, let's go or not."

Jiang San'er gave a hum, turned his head and left.

Without the two light bulbs in the way, Jiang Qingchi was even more unscrupulous.

I don't know how long it has been, and finally let go of Mu Yanzhu.

Seeing her face flushed with cold, she felt sorry for her, "You can live with me at night, and stay with me!"

"Don't think about it! I live in a hotel."

"I don't! You came all the way to find me, how can I let you stay in a hotel? Besides, there is no shortage of rooms in my house, and I will definitely let you sleep better than your grandma's house."

"No way."

Mu Yanzhu understood his kindness, but still refused.

"I haven't married you yet, so I just live in your house. What do your parents think about me? This girl is so unreserved, so she just drove the ducks upside down? Do you think?"

"Then... the last time I lived in your house, your grandma didn't say anything."

"It's not the same. You went to me for peace last time, and boys and girls are different in nature."

The man lives in a woman's house, and when he is teased, he cuts in his son-in-law, and it is over.

But what about women?

If you go to your in-laws without getting married, you will be said to be not obedient, reserved, and even shameless.

Mu Yanzhu knew this was the truth, so he didn't want to embarrass himself, nor did he want to embarrass Jiang Qingchi.

"So I came to you about this matter, don't tell your parents first, just as if I'm here to travel, I'll stay in a hotel, it's nothing trivial, I'll have a long time with you."

The future is long.

Jiang Qingchi liked these four words very much.

There was a smell of long flowing water, which made his heart very stable.

He held Mu Yanzhu's hand and rubbed it in his palm.

"Now, it's all men who teach their women to behave in the world, how come to me, you teach me instead?"

"Who teaches differently? Let's not care about these two."

"Well, that's OK, then you teach me for a lifetime, I spoil you for a lifetime."

After that, I repeat...

The sunset stretched the shadows of two people.