Lingling looked around as she walked, not just at people of other races who looked different from herself.

The dazzling array of items on the market also attracted Lingling's curious gaze.

She was very well behaved and didn't ask for anything. If she saw something she was really curious about, she would just stand at the stall and take a closer look.

The first time Irene saw her stop, she gently asked Lingling, "Lingling baby, do you want it? If you do, just tell grandma. I've got some money, so you can buy it directly."

Then he turned around and repeated the same words to the five little tree people.

Unexpectedly, all six children shook their heads, and Lingling immediately lifted her feet and left the stall.

"Grandma, no, Lingling is just looking at it, not buying it."

The same scene was repeated at every stall behind.

Until Lingling and her group came to a stall run by a man wearing a light green cloak.

The stall owner stood there quietly without shouting.

He was very tall. Lingling estimated that he was almost as tall as two Linglings stacked together.

The light green cloak reaches his ankles, and there are some exquisite golden patterns on the edge of the cloak. The patterns are shaped like thinly wound vines. At first glance, it looks like a gold edge on the entire cloak, which looks beautiful and mysterious.

The stall owner was mysterious and did not take off the hood of his cloak. The large hood covered most of his face, and only his clear and delicate jawline could be vaguely seen.

When others asked about the price of the goods, he would just lower his head slightly, look at the goods on the stall and quote the price softly.

Lingling hadn't noticed this stall at first. She had just been squatting in front of another stall, looking intently at a cutely sewn little tiger doll.

Suddenly, he heard a cool and gentle voice coming from the stall next to him. The little guy's ears moved unconsciously, and his little feet walked over involuntarily.

That brother’s voice was so nice, like the clear water in the creek where Brother George took her to play, flowing softly, as if it could wash away all the dust.

So, when Josiah was selling goods as usual, he found that a small ball suddenly appeared under his cloak.

It was a little girl squatting on the ground, looking up at him with her round little face.

It is white, tender and round, and it curls up in its light green dress, just like a green ball.

It turned out that Lingling couldn't help but move over from the stall next to her.

Seeing that the mysterious brother had discovered her, Lingling was not shy. She held her little face with her little hands and gave Josiah a sweet smile.

Josiah was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something. He turned his head to the side, looked at the ground beside him in a panic and asked, "Little girl, is there anything wrong with you?"

The sound was still as beautiful as before, but now it sounded like disturbed creek water.

Lingling did not answer his question immediately, but looked at her brother with some confusion. The brother turned his head and stared at the ground next to him when he saw her.

In a soft and sincere voice, she asked, "Brother, is there anything interesting on the ground next to you? Or did Lingling scare you? Why aren't you looking at Lingling? Is Lingling not cute anymore?"

A series of questions were thrown at Josiah, and Josiah became more nervous. He turned his back, pushed his hood down again, and said in a panic, "No, it's my brother who is not feeling well."

There was a long pause, just when Lingling thought this mysterious brother would not speak anymore.

Another sentence floated in the air, "You are very cute."

Lingling was instantly delighted. She stood up instead of squatting, moved closer to Josiah, and gently tugged at his cloak. With a hint of pride, she said, "Brother, where are you feeling unwell? Lingling is so awesome! Lingling can help you, brother."

"No, thank you, little sister." Josiah said sadly, turning his back and obviously calming down a little.

No one can help him solve his problem. Even the Elf King is helpless. What help can such a chubby little kid do?

Under the hood that no one could see, Josiah's face was full of bitterness, and his beautiful golden eyes were filled with pain.

"Lingling! Come here quickly——"

At this time, Irene and her friends, who had just paid, came over from the stall next door.

She just bought the little tiger doll that Lingling had been looking at for a long time, and also picked out a little doll for each of the little tree people.

I originally thought Lingling went to the next stall to look at some new things, and since the distance was close, I didn't hold her hand anymore.

So why did this kid end up grabbing someone else's clothes?!

Moreover, the stall owner had his back to Lingling, looking like he didn't want to interact with anyone.

Irene didn't think much about it. She thought Lingling was disturbing others and quickly called Lingling over.

Lingling was still holding Josiah's cloak in her hand. When she heard Grandma Irene calling her, the brother was still reluctant to turn around. She puffed up her little cheeks and called out again unwillingly.

"elder brother?"

Josiah remained motionless.

There was no way out. Lingling let go of the cloth in disappointment, turned around and slowly walked towards Irene and the others. Halfway through, she turned her head to take a peek, but Josiah still didn't move.

The little guy returned to Irene with a dejected look and took Irene's hand again.

Seeing Lingling's lost look, Irene asked in confusion, "Baby, what's wrong? Did something unhappy happen?"

Lingling said softly, "Brother, I don't want to take care of the nest."

Although the words were spoken quietly, the five brothers who were always paying attention to their sister heard it and they immediately stopped.

"Lingling, the brothers didn't ignore you! We just bought you a toy. Look, it's a little tiger~"

A chubby tiger doll with a big head and a big belly was handed to Lingling.

Lingling blinked her big eyes, and finally felt a little happy when she saw the doll in front of her. She stretched out her arms like lotus roots and hugged the doll tightly.

The doll is a bit big, and when held in the arms, it covers most of the little guy's face.

But the happiness only lasted for a while, and Lingling soon remembered the setback she had just encountered with the brother with the nice voice.

"Lingling isn't talking about the brothers, Lingling is talking about the brother over there." As she said this, because she really couldn't free her hands, Lingling had to point in a direction with her little chin.

The five brothers looked in the direction of their sister.

A person wearing a green cloak whose face cannot be seen clearly.

Five brothers: How do you know that's the same brother's? I can't see his face clearly.

"Sister, it's okay. Maybe some people don't like to talk much. It's okay. Brother will chat with you." George touched his sister's little bangs and comforted her.

Lingling was not very happy to hear her brother's comfort.

Because she felt that her brothers, including Grandma Irene and Uncle Amos, didn't really understand.

Ouch, that’s so complicated!

Lingling's little head is filled with a little bit of sorrow.