Chapter 100: A Letter to His Wife (8)
Jiang October held a silk umbrella, seemed to look at the scenery leisurely, and walked slowly.
The rain is like a filament, even if it is covered by an umbrella, but Jiang Yue's shoulders are inevitably wet, and the slight coolness penetrates into the skin along the wet clothes, and the coolness is even stronger.
But Jiang October didn't seem to notice it, he didn't move the position of the umbrella, and even let the rain dye his clothes finely and densely.
Because she saw Young Master Cheng who was sheltering from the rain in the pavilion not far away, and he seemed to be holding a stack of photos in his hand, carefully examining them.
Jiang Shiyue bent her eyes, she shook the silk umbrella, and walked directly in the direction of Young Master Cheng, and her gaze fell naturally.
"Young Master Cheng, is this a photo? Can I take a look? I haven't seen the pictures yet. Jiang October was embarrassed to speak, her voice was still a little apprehensive.
And Young Master Cheng was noncommittal, he smiled gently, and handed the photo directly to Jiang Shiyue: "Actually, I rarely take photos on weekdays, but this time I made an appointment with Ziyu to exchange photos, so I wanted to choose one of them." If Miss Xiuxiu has time, she can also help me with the staff officer. β
Jiang Shiyue smiled shyly, and she looked at the stack of photos in her hand.
In the black-and-white photo, the face does not seem so clear.
Seeing this, the old feeling of that time finally came to my face completely.
Jiang October pulled out a photo from a stack of photos.
This is a group photo, taken about many years ago, and the corners are even a little worn.
Next to the long-standing young master Cheng, standing was the beautiful Miss Cheng.
The little jacket is slim, and the girl bows her head shyly.
The young man has a long shirt and a long coat, and the young man's eyebrows are soft.
And behind the photo, there is a string of foreign words written with a pen.
Jiang Yue's eyes widened curiously, looking like she wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, she was entangled for a moment, and said in a low voice: "What does Young Master Cheng mean by this?" β
Young Master Cheng slowly took the group photo, looked at it with his eyes down, he smiled slightly, and explained patiently: "This was taken by the little sister on her birthday last year, and it is nothing more than wishing her a happy birthday." β
Jiang Yue nodded as if he didn't understand, and smiled: "Young Master Cheng, you are really amazing, you can understand foreign languages, in my eyes, it's like a ghost drawing talisman." β
Young Master Cheng seemed to be amused, and his expression was a little helpless, but at this time, someone suddenly came in a hurry, and he didn't know what to say in his ear, he stood up and smiled apologetically at Jiang Shiyue: "Miss Xiuxiu, if you are bored and panicked, ask the people in the house to accompany you to walk around, Cheng still has something to deal with, so I won't accompany you first." β
Jiang October: "You're busy. I won't bother you anymore. β
Looking at the back of him leaving, Jiang Yue sighed for a long time.
Learning is a surefire investment.
What a happy birthday, that's just a fool's play.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Can you compare you to a summer day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperateγ
You are more lovely and gentle than the hot summer.
You taste, you taste, where is Miss Cheng's wishful thinking, I'm afraid it's not the two lovers.
What's the matter with that Ziyu girl?
Is it just the story of a negative man?
Jiang Yue held an umbrella and left slowly from the pavilion.
Soon she stopped again, and she stopped around the corner, completely hiding her figure.
She heard a low sobbing from a young girl.