She stood on tiptoe to reach the red, tempting sweet and sour hawthorns that were stretched out in front of her.
But her small body was limited and she couldn't reach it.
Just as she was about to jump up, she saw the long branches slowly bend down.
She looked back in surprise
Qingli, with her elegant figure and gentle face, was gently pressing the hawthorn branches for her and said with a smile: "Qingqing, pick them quickly——"
She curled her lips and smiled, and responded: "Okay -"
The little hand reached out and picked all five or six hawthorns on the branch.
Just as I was thinking about where to put it, Qingli handed me a small basket and said, "Put it here——"
"Okay..." She responded with a smile again, and began her journey of picking hawthorns with a happy look on her face.
Qingli followed her closely, and if she couldn't reach the branch, he would lean over and help her press down the tall branch.
If neither of them could reach it, they would take the tools from the host family not far away, borrow them for a while, and after reaching it a few times, they would gently return it.
The little girl put the tools down very carefully, as if she was afraid of being seen by others. She took every step carefully, just like a thief.
Qing Li looked at it from the side and found it quite funny. He said, "Qingqing, it's okay. I know them. It's okay if Qingqing took it!"
The little girl turned around and glared at him, "Brother Qingli, why didn't you say so earlier?"
Treat her like a thief.
He really couldn't help it, he covered his lips and laughed softly, "Haha, I didn't expect Qingqing you..."
It will be like that.
She hummed twice in dissatisfaction and put the tools back without hesitation.
Holding a basket full of hawthorns, she said to him fiercely, "Let's go, I won't pick any more!"
He walked forward with a low laugh and said, "You really don't want to pick it? Can't Brother Qingli stop smiling?!"
"Hmph, no need to pick them, there are already too many!"
"Okay, let's go and tell them—"
Qingli took the little girl to a small, cozy white house outside the orchard.
There were several people from the owner's family living inside, both men and women, who were basking in the afternoon sun and taking a nap on the long chairs.
He smiled and greeted, "Hello, FurSi! (Hello, FurSi!)"
"Hello, Lord Qingli!" A middle-aged man in his fifties stood up from the chair with a look of surprise.
Qingli pointed at the hawthorn in the little girl's hand and said with a smile: "Just picked from your orchard without permission, I'm sorry! I used the tools inside and picked the... (I just picked it in your orchard without permission, I'm sorry! I used the tools inside and picked the fruit. I want to buy it. Please don't hesitate to tell me how much it costs?)"
Fur Si smiled and shook his head. "Count Qingli is polite, my place will..." (Lord Count Qingli is polite. My place will always be open to you! As for the price, I don't need it. I'll just give it to you for free!)
“How can this be?”
"Yes, are we friends? (Okay, aren't we friends?)"
"Yes, yes, but will this..." Qingli laughed helplessly.
FurSi insisted on not charging him any money and refused repeatedly.
The little girl smiled and lowered her head: "Thank you, I love this hawthorn, sweet and sour!"
FurSi smiled and replied, "Of course, these are my pride!"
The two smiled at each other
at last
The little girl returned home with a small basket full of hawthorns.
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