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When flowers bloom, there are flying catkins, March in Yangzhou is smoggy. In the landscaped garden, which seems fake but still real, the waterfall falls straight down and the water vapor rises. In early spring, the broad yard does not see the sun and looks damp and cool.
Under the waterfall, Mu Ping’s small figure stood holding a paper umbrella. The top of the pure white umbrella is painted with the southern scenery, the elegant silk is beautiful, and the peach blossoms bloom quietly on the umbrella. In spring, the south bank of the Yangtze River is full of business.
His face is like a hibiscus, his lips are like jade, and his eyes are as full as spring water. Without any distractions, he lowers his head and stares at the cluster of wild chrysanthemums that are just blooming with fragrance at his feet.
Slowly, he smiled. The pure and flawless state of mind blends with the leisurely and comfortable scene in spring, blooming into a smile, showing the appearance of a pure spirit that has not been stained by the dust of the world.
Suddenly, the sound of a piano sounded outside the distant wall, and the beautiful and endless sound of nature caught his attention.
It has been a few days, and every time I get close to this garden, I will hear the sound of the piano.
He hesitated. Separated by a wall, there are other people's walls beyond.
On the street in Yangzhou where he has lived for a long time, there has been a lot of discussion over the past few months about the move of a dignitary from the capital who is a high-ranking official in the capital next door. Others said that only the son of a high official lived alone here. In such a large house, it was empty. The high official only gave a few servants for his son to dispatch, and there were no more servants.
Mu Ping...