Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 618: 278. Family Travel (11)2

He wrapped his left arm around Jiutiao ijie and rested his right hand on her shoulder, gazing down at her delicately upturned face.

Jiutiao ijie closed her eyes.

The sunlight fell on her face.

Her cold, soft lips touched Dubian Che's breath.

Her heart felt like it was sinking to the bottom of a crystal-clear lake, yet soaring through white clouds into the blue sky.

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Beside the lake, illuminated by the camping light, Dubian Che admired the oil painting centered around him and Jiutiao ijie.

Five people sat around a table, with a charcoal fire in the middle, a grill atop the fire, and the grill laden with corn, sausages, asparagus, shrimp, skewered ats, and more.

The campfire burned nearby, sparks rising like a mist of rain.

"How is it, Mr. Dubian?" Mrs. Kiyono pouted her crystal lips, blowing on the asparagus, worried about getting burned.

"It's a realm I can never reach, no matter how hard I try." Dubian Che said admiringly as he set down the painting.

"No need to be modest," Kiyono Lin said as she ate a thin slice of grilled beef, "your caveman drawings are quite good too."

"That is true." Dubian Che picked up a skewer of at, bit into it, pulled, and chewed enthusiastically, fat bursting in his mouth, "In drawing caven, I consider myself the best in Goda."

"Caven?" Mrs. Jiutiao asked curiously.

"That ans 'ugly,'" Jiutiao ijie said while eating a colorful skewer with at, green pepper, corn, and asparagus.

"Just say ugly and be done with it, at least clarify what kind of ugly. It's the drawing that's ugly, not the person." Dubian Che protested.

Both ladies laughed.

"Mr. Dubian," Mrs. Kiyono said, her lips still burnt, "we've done so painting, how about you perform a talent for us?"

"You really want to sing?" Dubian Che looked around at everyone, smiling.

"No singing!" Everyone quickly refused.

"Ah, I've got it." Dubian Che put down the skewer and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

He walked to the lakeside, plucked a leaf, and made it into a whistle.

Back at his seat, he announced, "Back in my hotown, I was the number one grass whistle blower in Misezawa Village."

"Surely you were the only one who blew it?" Jiutiao ijie said.

"Nonsense, all the kids in the village blew it! There, done." Dubian Che placed the whistle at his lips.

The nostalgic, lingering sound of the grass whistle erased all other noises, leaving the world around the lakeside silent.

Under the radiant moonlight, the grass whistle, the crackling campfire, and the slapping of the lake against the shore intertwined into a soft, beautiful lody.

When the song ended, the ladies clapped softly.

"Beautiful," Mrs. Kiyono praised.

"Why the Goda school song?" Jiutiao ijie asked as she tore off a small piece of at to feed "the queen."

"'Shibuya Hills, where crows fly over the school buildings, our alma mater, Goda.'" Dubian Che sang the opening lines, "It's probably the only song I can sing without going off key."

"It's a sha we don't have a guitar," he added, "otherwise I would have made even the moon fall in love with tonight."

"Guitar?" Jiutiao ijie confird.

"A guitar gives a different feel than a double reed," Dubian Che laughed, "imagine holding a guitar, leg propped up, by the lakeside, beside the campfire, singing a captivating song. How about it? Love even more?"

"Sounds nice, but you can't play the guitar and your singing is even worse," Kiyono Lin said.

"Fair point," Dubian Che nodded, "Anyone want to sing? I can accompany you."

"The two of us will sing a duet, and then Lin and ijie can sing one," Mrs. Kiyono suggested as she wiped her mouth with a napkin.

Without any prior arrangent, Mrs. Jiutiao imdiately agreed.

Not giving her daughter a chance to object, she said, "Since Mr. Dubian just played the school song, let's sing the graduation song."

"'On the Day of Departure'?" Mrs. Kiyono guessed.

Mrs. Jiutiao shook her head solemnly.

"'Song of Leaving the Nest'?" Mrs. Kiyono imdiately followed with another guess.

"Correct!"

Mrs. Kiyono smiled happily, and the two seed to be enjoying a ga of guessing song titles. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel✶fire

Mrs. Jiutiao turned to Dubian Che and asked, "Mr. Dubian, have you heard it?"

"I have, but please wait a mont," Dubian Che closed his eyes, recalling the day, a year ago, when he graduated from Misezawa Junior High School.

Rembering the tune, he played it twice on the grass whistle.

"Ready," he said, and then started the prelude of farewell.

Mrs. Kiyono and Mrs. Jiutiao exchanged glances and began to sing simultaneously.

"Flowers in multicolor, clouds drifting along,"

"Unforgettable mories, stirring a myriad of thoughts,"

"Leaving the mories on the windowsill of yesterday,"

"Today, we spread our wings and soar into the blue sky."

The ladies' voices were truly captivating.

After the song, Dubian Che alone applauded, and the two ladies bowed their heads politely in thanks.

"The moms' turn is over, now it's the daughters' turn," Mrs. Kiyono said with clasped hands, "Mr. Dubian, when it's ti, you'll be the judge, to see which group sang better."

"No problem."

"I'm not singing," Kiyono Lin simply refused.

"I don't have a problem with it," Jiutiao ijie said cheerfully.

"Lin~" Mrs. Kiyono puffed up her cheeks like an upset little girl.

Kiyono Lin ignored her mother and elegantly grabbed a golden piece of grilled pork belly from the grill, dipped it in sauce, and placed it in her mouth.

"Then what shall we do?" asked Mrs. Kiyono, not pleased.

After finishing her pork belly, Kiyono Lin suggested, "Recently, the three of us entered a light novel writing competition. The results co out in early June; now we can recite it to you and you decide who's better."

"You wrote a novel?" Mrs. Jiutiao asked curiously, "ijie can do that sort of thing?"

Dubian Che had told her the backstory, but she pretended to be unaware.

"The loser has to wear a maid outfit for a week," Jiutiao ijie said, glancing at Kiyono Lin, "I already made your outfit."

"I made yours too," Kiyono Lin replied with a smile.

"How interesting," Mrs. Kiyono exclaid eagerly, "go on, recite it to us!"

Kiyono Lin took a sip of barley tea.

"'At the end of March and the beginning of April, at Morioka Station, I was running...'"