That afternoon, the sun was warm, the cicadas chirped, a gentle breeze blew, and the temperature was just right. They went to the pavilion in the lush garden to brew tea and chat. 'He' boiled water in the pavilion to prepare tea, while 'she' strolled around the large garden, admiring the garden scenery in the afternoon, 'her' six-month-pregnant belly prominent. Soon, 'she' was seen squatting in front of a patch of wild chrysanthemums, staring at something and smiling.
"What are you looking at?" 'He' quietly walked to 'her' side and squatted down together.
"Dear, look..." 'She' stared at a small ladybug with red and black spots climbing on the wild chrysanthemum, speaking softly, while 'he' looked at 'her' smiling face, "It's really cute!" 'He' said deliberately loudly.
The ladybug was startled and flew away, "Ah!" 'She' gave a small cry, turning 'her' head just in time to meet 'his' gaze!
"You scared it away..." 'She' pouted and looked at 'him' reproachfully, "I didn't say anything wrong, it's still very cute now!" 'He' gently tapped 'her' nose.
"Ah! You..." 'She' blushed.
"The tea is ready!" 'He' stood up and took 'her' hand.
"Um..." 'She' responded softly and followed 'him' up.
'He' held 'her' hand and 'they' strolled to the pavilion and sat down.
"Ah! It smells so good!" 'She' picked up the teacup and sniffed.
"A patient gave it, do you like it?"
"I like it! As long as it's brewed by you..."
"Then drink more." 'He' moved the teapot in front of 'her'.
"What about you, dear?"
"I'll play this first..." 'He' took out a seven-string guqin from under the stone table, lightly placed it on the stone table, and started to gently pluck it, trying a few chords.
'He' smiled and began to pluck the strings of the guqin. 'His' fingertips danced on the strings, and the melodious sound followed, sometimes as clear as spring water, sometimes as gentle as a breeze, like birds chirping in the forest, crisp and pleasant. 'She' sat quietly beside 'him', holding the teacup in 'her' hands, 'her' eyes gently watching 'him'. The sound of the guqin spoke, gently plucking 'her' heartstrings, 'she' listened intently, and for a while, it seemed like the whole world was just them.
The sound of the guqin echoed in the pavilion, carrying a touch of ancient charm, intertwined with the cicada chirping around, the sunlight filtered through the gaps of the leaves and fell on them, the breeze gently blowing, warm and pleasant.
When the song ended, 'he' gently moved the guqin aside and looked up at 'her'. 'Her' eyes were gentle, "Dear, it sounds nice, what's the name of this song?" 'She' asked softly.
"In your eyes." 'He' smiled, 'his' gaze gentle.
"Do you like it?" 'He' asked softly, 'his' voice carrying a hint of expectation.
"I like it, I really like it!" 'She' smiled, 'her' eyes seemed to shimmer with tears.
"I'll have a cup too..." 'He' picked up the teapot, "Ah? It's gone?" 'He' was a bit surprised.
"Dear, the tea was so fragrant, so I..." 'She' smiled mischievously, sticking out 'her' tongue a little.
"Then... you'll brew it for me!" 'He' pretended to be unhappy and turned 'his' head away.
"Dear, you brew it, yours is more fragrant..." 'She' gently lifted 'her' head and kissed 'his' cheek when 'he' looked away.
'He' turned 'his' head, looked at 'her' with a little surprise, and silently brewed tea with a smile, while 'she' held 'her' cheeks with both hands, smiling at 'him' and humming the tune 'he' just played.