This little girl has willow-shaped eyebrows and an oval face. Although her skin color is a little dark due to lack of makeup, she has the best appearance among these little girls.
And judging from where she was standing, her position should be the highest among this small group of girls.
"So what do you think of Mr. Mu?" the girl in the middle asked, staring at you closely.
Su Qingluan's head was full of questions. What kind of a problem was this?
The barrage of inexplicable questions had worn out her patience, and she said unhappily, "I'm not familiar with the place. I want to go back." She just wanted to go home now.
Compared to these little girls, the naughty little brother at home has become cute.
Su Qingluan originally thought that if she took a step back, the other party would stop pestering her, but she never expected that several people on the opposite side would become unhappy first.
"What? Why is she being so aloof?"
"Is she looking down on Mr. Mu?"
"It's just that I rely on my good looks..."
Su Qingluan didn't pay attention to the other words, but the last sentence made her eyes light up.
She looked at Liu Er who said this and asked, "Am I so beautiful?"
Due to the low industrial standards of the time, Su Qingluan's family did have a bronze mirror, but it was blurry and not very smooth.
Whenever Su Qingluan wanted to look at herself in the mirror, she felt like she was looking at a blurry version of a funhouse mirror, so until now, she still had no particularly accurate grasp of her specific appearance.
So when she hears others say that she is beautiful, even if it is mentioned in a not-so-pleasant tone, she feels very happy - there is no other way, after all, she is also a face-obsessed person, right?
Seeing Su Qingluan's impatience disappear and her eyes suddenly light up, the girls across from her were startled. Liu Er, in particular, took a step back and asked, "Are you...sick in the head?"
Su Qingluan rolled her eyes. "Come on, who doesn't want to be beautiful? Take this sister for example," she glanced at the little girl in the middle. "Even though she's beautiful, I can't help but look at her a few more times. Even Mr. Mu would be the first one to notice you in the crowd."
She complimented the little girl casually with the mentality of a little girl, but she didn't expect that the little girl blushed after hearing her words, and her arrogant attitude weakened.
Su Qingluan thought to herself: "She is indeed a little girl, thin-skinned. She actually got shy after being complimented like this."
And...quite cute?
However, the others were unhappy, saying things like "What's the difference between us?" and "I'm not bad looking either."
Su Qingluan quickly said, "Of course, appearance isn't the only criterion for being liked. Isn't it said that gentlemen like gentle and docile women?"
"Speaking of gentleness..." Liu Er looked at the people next to her, "Chunhua is the most gentle among us..."
"My personality is obviously more likable, my whole family..."
Well, the fight started again.
After a while, Su Qingluan praised this one and praised that one, and made them all feel flattered.
The little girls stopped making things difficult for her and started comparing with each other to see who was prettier, who had a better temper, and who was more likable.
While the little girls were arguing, Su Qingluan quietly walked around them and ran half a mile along the river. When she looked back and saw that they had turned into small black dots in the distance, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, these little girls are simple-minded, or to put it bluntly, easy to fool.
Just a few words can make a few little girls feel competitive. It can also be seen that these people are just children at heart and don't have any big ideas.
However, Su Qingluan was also glad that it was because of this that she was able to escape.
As for whether these little girls will have any bad consequences because of this quarrel - sorry, she is not their parents, in this kind of situation, it is better for her to die than for her friends, so she can just get out of it herself.
Su Qingluan was initially a little surprised at how popular Mu Xingzhi was among the young girls in the village.
But when she was on her way home, she paid special attention to the appearance of those young people of the same age as Mu Xingzhi, and she felt that it was no wonder.
Indeed, Mu Xingzhi's appearance is not outstanding - not to mention the distant appearance, if you shave off your beard and just talk about appearance, his father, a handsome middle-aged man, can surpass Mu Xingzhi's handsome face.
What's more, Mu Xingzhi has difficulty walking and his skin is pale, so he should be weak. He is not as tall and strong as many young men who spend their days farming and hunting.
But even when he was just sitting in a wheelchair, he had a calming demeanor, as if even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of them, as long as he was there, there would be no need to panic, and he had the power to soothe people's hearts.
Especially those dark eyes, when they looked at her with a smile, Su Qingluan had to admit that even if she had no intention of having any unnecessary fantasies about a man from the feudal era, she felt as if her heart was taken away by that look for a moment.
Maybe this is what is called a man with temperament. Su Qingluan was thinking about all sorts of random thoughts carelessly, and the door of her home was already in front of her.
When Su Qingluan looked up, her sister was squatting beside the wooden gate outside the yard, writing and drawing on the ground with a branch in her hand.
Hearing the footsteps, the little girl raised her head and grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth: "Sister, you are finally back!"
Su Xueyan was about to stand up, but her body swayed and she fell down with a plop. She pouted in grievance, "Sister, my legs are numb from waiting for you..."
Su Qingluan immediately surrendered to Mengmeng's forces, quickly walked over and hugged her sister in her arms, shaking the fish basket in her hand: "Xueyan, look, sister caught fish for you again!"
This time, the little girl didn't wrinkle her nose when she heard the word "fish" like before. Instead, she leaned over the edge of the fish basket and looked inside expectantly, then pinched her nose in disgust:
"Raw fish still stinks!" the little girl said in a muffled voice.
Su Qingluan helped her sister stand up straight, and patted her head again: "It won't stink when it's done!" Then, she tilted her head and looked at the ground, "What is Xueyan writing?"
"I'm writing the words my sister taught me!" Su Xueyan pointed to the ground.
Su Qingluan was shocked when she saw it.
In fact, when she said she was teaching the two children to read, she was more focused on teaching her younger brother Su Xuanhe - after all, in her opinion, her younger sister was only three years old, not yet four.
At this age in modern times, children have just started kindergarten and are far from learning to read.
But Su Xueyan wrote her own traditional Chinese name clearly on the ground - although it was crooked and the stroke order seemed to be wrong - this was very rare for a child under four years old.
Su Qingluan stared at the three words "Su Xueyan" on the ground without blinking, and made up her mind.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
