"My dear, fly slowly~"
Hang Suisui took a small shovel and dug and dug near the peach tree.
With her little lips pouting, she hummed a song softly in a clear voice.
Yin Huaizhu told her in the morning that there were good things buried down there.
They said they'd give it to her if she dug it up.
"Watch out for the thorny roses ahead!"
001 Listening to the song, Hang Sui Sui felt listless in her mind.
【Host, please stop singing.】
Hang Suisui saw the listless system in her mind and kindly said...
【Then I'll change the song for you, just this once.】
Hang Suisui scooped up the uneven soil with a small shovel.
"My beloved beauties, listen to me!"
A clod of earth was lifted up.
"My brother already has a wife at home~~~~"
001 went completely berserk in his mind.
【！！Ah!! ψ(｀?′)ψ！！Ah!!】
It felt like its ears were getting dirty!
What kind of person listens to this playlist?!
001 is now very suspicious that its host is brainwashing it!
Hang Suisui was startled by the little expressions in her mind.
You don't like it?
Looking at 001, who was still baring his teeth in his mind, Hang Suisui shook his head at 001.
[It's true what they say, even wild boars can't eat fine chaff.]
She used a small shovel to dig a hole in the soil, vaguely digging to the depths where something was buried.
Hey, listen up, I'm about to give you a sophisticated answer!
Hang Suisui took a deep breath, her voice becoming several decibels louder.
In the quiet garden, apart from the occasional sound of leaves falling in the wind, there was Hang Suisui's clear and tender singing voice.
Willow catkins fly in Chang'an, the konghou (a type of Chinese harp) sounds, and passersby are intoxicated.
On a pleasure boat on the lake, we drink one cup and return another.
Water embroidery with neat stitches, flat gold thread technique, and landscape painting.
The poet's pen flies, and rouge is applied to the eyebrows of a beautiful woman.
Yin Huaizhu was standing at the window upstairs and witnessed this scene.
A few notes of singing drifted into his ears.
He looked at the small figure diligently digging in the soil under the tree and couldn't help but smile.
He picked up a small wine pot and two small porcelain cups, then turned and walked downstairs.
A large group of people arrived at Lanzhu Garden.
Before even stepping through the gate, one could faintly hear the sound of children singing coming from inside.
The group immediately stopped in their tracks.
Grandpa Yin Zhenwei and Liu Xu exchanged a glance.
The two men exchanged a silent wink with their sons behind them.
After exchanging glances, the group slowed their pace.
I slowly stepped into the garden.
The garden is spacious and deserted, so the scenery can be seen at a glance.
Following the song, everyone's gaze fell on the small green figure squatting under the peach tree, diligently digging in the soil.
The little girl's face was obscured, but she was holding a small shovel in her chubby little hands.
They were digging in the soil next to the tree.
She was humming a song, her clear, childlike voice flowing from her little mouth.
It fluttered in the courtyard.
Fireworks drift away on the flowing water, the night grows cold, and the cold makes one drunk.
Today is the Lantern Festival; let's guess a riddle based on the painted lanterns!
Yangxian tea floats on the water, the sound of a pipa lingers, and the jade flute echoes.
The sacrificial dance is in full swing, and the bride's hair is beautifully styled in the bronze mirror.
001's rare comment: [Host, you're really something.]
Hang Suisui: [Of course, this is a divine item!]
Hang Suisui, carefully digging in the soil, was preoccupied with what was buried underground.
She had no idea that several people were standing in the distance, silently observing her.
The group exchanged a glance.
She really is only five years old!
Yin Zhenwei and Liu Xu's gazes fell on Hang Suisui, and they looked even more kind.
As soon as Yin Huaizhu went downstairs, she saw this strange scene.
His parents and brothers stood silently in the garden.
Everyone's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets at the small figure crouching under the tree.
Yin Huaizhu held the items in both hands and frowned slightly.
Before he could even speak, he heard Hang Suisui's clear and excited voice.
"I've found it!"
Hang Suisui dug out the jars that were buried inside.
He patted off the dirt on it.
He squatted on the ground, happily holding the small wine jar in both hands, and looked into the garden.
Hang Suisui was shocked when she saw it: "!?"
When did so many people arrive?
Are they all ghosts?
Why is there no sound?
001: [Your attention is all on digging for treasure and busking for me.]
Hang Suisui blinked and looked in the direction of Yin Huaizhu.
Seeing Yin Huaizhu walk to the table next to the peach tree and put down what she was holding, she saw Yin Huaizhu walk to the table next to the peach tree and put down what she was holding.
He waved in the direction of Hang Sui Sui.
Hang Suisui quickly grabbed the small wine jar and ran to the table with her short legs.
The jar swayed inside as it ran.
It looks like water?
Buried water?
liquor!
Hang Suisui held up the small wine jar in front of Yin Huaizhu.
"Look, I've dug it up!"
But why is it alcohol?
They dug for a long time, working hard.
She thought they had buried something good!
Yin Huaizhu gazed at Hang Suisui, who was holding a small wine jar in both hands, a clear smile on her lips.
He took the small wine jar and placed it on the table.
He ignored the crowd still standing nearby.
He lifted Hang Suisui onto a slightly higher stool, took out his silk handkerchief, and sat on the stool next to her.
He carefully wiped the dirt off Hang Suisui's hands.
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