Chapter 42: The Aroma of Memory
During this period, colleagues from the company called to express their condolences to her, which made Qiao Yue feel very relieved, after all, she had just arrived in the company.
Sister Hong offered to come and see her, but Qiao Yue refused, because she lived in the valley villa, which was Su Mingyuan's house, the most expensive villa area in Haishi.
Qiao Yue was afraid that she would not be able to explain why she lived in such a high-end house as a person who had just graduated from school, and the only explanation was that she was taken care of, and one of the contracts between her and Su Mingyuan was that she could not tell others about their relationship.
After the rain, the garden is full of life, the rain washes away the dust on the flowers and leaves, and the garden is full of life and green, the air is fresh and clean, exuding the smell of petals and earth.
This is the first time Qiao Yue has walked around the garden so carefully since she moved to the valley villa.
Qiao Yue really wanted to never see a worker working in the garden, but the lawn and flowers in the garden were neatly and beautifully trimmed, she knew that there must be workers who came to prune regularly, but she was not there, just like Aunt Liu came to clean every day, but she rarely encountered it.
There are many kinds of flowers in the garden, and the temperature in the sea market at this time is neither hot nor cold, which is just the right season for most flowers to bloom, and there are some fruit trees that have grown egg-sized fruits.
Qiao Yue looked at these plants, breathing in the fresh air, and her mood became much more relaxed.
Suddenly, Qiao Yue smelled a familiar aroma in the air, different from the thick aroma of roses, but the faint fragrance that resembled a lily, but it was not a lily.
Qiao Yue smelled the fragrance and searched in the garden, and finally next to the apple tree in the southwest corner, she saw a clump of Jianlan, from which the green leaves and a few blue-green flowers poked their heads out shyly.
Qiao Yue hurriedly squatted down almost happily, and gently brushed her hand over the dense green leaves.
Suddenly, her eyes were a little hot, and then a tear dripped on Jianlan's flower without warning, and the petals trembled, and the tears flowed down the leaves into the stamen.
Jianlan is her father's favorite flower, Qiao Yue still remembers that they also planted a lot of Jianlan in the backyard of the villa in Sumu Village, and the day they go to the villa for vacation every summer vacation is the season when Jianlan blooms.
At that time, she could always smell the fragrance of the garden, and her room was on the second floor of the villa, facing the garden, and she always fell asleep smelling the flowers during those days.
Later, whenever she recalled those happy days, Qiao Yue felt that even the air was sweet.
Qiao Yue remembered that not long after she met Su Mingyuan, he asked her, what kind of flower is so fragrant, Qiao Yue pulled out a Jianlan and planted it in a flower pot and gave it to him, after so long, he should not remember it for a long time.
I don't know where the seeds of this Jianlan growing in the corner floated from, and it still grows so vigorously under the apple tree that can't see the sun, and it's so tenacious to live.
Qiao Yue suddenly missed her father a little, she gently stroked Jianlan's leaves, then stood up and decided to visit her father in the prison on the outskirts of the city.
Qiao Yue turned around three times before she arrived at the prison on the outskirts of the city, and when she saw her father, she saw that most of his hair was already white, Qiao Yue couldn't help but feel sad, and she endured tears for a long time before they didn't fall.
When she watched her father being taken away, she didn't believe that her father, who had always been upright and honest in her heart, would be the one who embezzled so much money.
But no matter what mistakes he makes, for Qiao Yue, he will always be the father who loves him.