I'm wondering if we should just have Wanqiu learn how to make sentences.
"In the past, we only looked at the ground."
However, Wan Qiu's words surprised Jiang Chengfeng: "Why are you looking at the ground?"
“You can pick up trash on the ground and exchange it for money.” Wanqiu’s little hand clenched as if it were holding onto a few scraps of money. “In autumn, you can help people tidy up leaves and you can get a good meal.”
Jiang Chengfeng was instantly silenced; the romantic scene of autumn was transformed into a desolate reality.
"I helped my older brother and sister pick up leaves." Wan Qiu's lips curled up slightly, as if she was thinking of happy memories. "They roasted sweet potatoes, and I got some too."
It has a slightly burnt taste, but also a sweet taste.
Wanqiu brought one home and gave it to Ning Qiaozhen.
Ning Qiaozhen also ate it.
Those are memories that make him happy.
Sweet potatoes for my mother are also a happy memory.
Wan Qiu lowered her head, her cheeks even flushed slightly, as if she were tasting again the sweetness that burned her hand and tongue, a slight stinging sensation that brought her joy.
Butler Bai said, "The older brothers and sisters you helped must be very happy too. You spent a lot of happy times together."
Wan Qiu looked up, nodded, and smiled slightly. Her smile was like a sweet, sugar-coated cake, overflowing with satisfaction and joy, and exuding a delicate, sweet aroma.
Those symbols recorded in the notebook, which had left Wanqiu feeling empty, were diluted by joy and disappeared without a trace.
The reason he now goes out in the fall is to prepare for a birthday party.
It's a wonderful feast created to make time enjoyable with others.
It will definitely be like a sweet potato, full of sweetness, softness, and warm memories, something that makes people happy.
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