A brief summer rain came and went quickly, carrying with it the fresh and moist scent of earth.
The sky was a clear blue, the silent mountains, a distant ancient pagoda, birds chirping among the trees, and the sometimes loud, sometimes lingering sound of summer cicadas.
By the stone table deep in the shade, Zhou Jiao was brewing tea she brought herself, taking a sip, and then picked up a flute to play a tune called "Spurring the Horses to Deliver Grain".
——The cheerful little beat was full of joyful emotions, making Miao Lishan beside her smile and instinctively tap along with the rhythm.
This leisurely state of the mother and daughter "stealing half a day of leisure in the mountains" made Zhang Guoqing and his father-in-law, who returned late, envious, feeling they never truly enjoy life.
The two gestured to Miao Lishan facing them not to disturb her and handed their various briefcases to the secretary behind them, then hurriedly washed up and came to the stone table to sit.
