I wonder if I should just let Wan Qiu learn how to make sentences?
“Before, I only looked at the ground.”
However, Wan Qiu's words made Jiang Chengfeng stunned: "Why are you looking at the ground?"
"You can pick up trash on the ground and exchange it for money." Wan Qiu held the small hand, as if holding a little bit of loose change, "In autumn, if you help people sort out leaves, you can have a delicious meal."
Jiang Chengfeng's voice was instantly blocked, and the romance in the autumn scenery was transformed into a withering reality.
"I helped my brothers and sisters pick up leaves." Wan Qiu's mouth curled up slightly, as if thinking of happy memories, "They roasted sweet potatoes, and I had some too."
It has a slightly burnt taste and is also sweet.
Wan Qiu took one home and gave it to Ning Qiaozhen.
Ning Qiaozhen also ate it.
That was a memory that would make him happy.
The sweet potatoes I gave to my mother are also a very happy memory.
Wan Qiu lowered his head, his cheeks even flushed slightly, as if he once again tasted the sweetness that burned the tip of his tongue, and the slight tingling sensation was joyful.
Butler Bai said: "The brothers and sisters you helped must be very happy too. You had a happy time together."
Wan Qiu raised his eyes and nodded, his small smile was a sweet sugar-sprinkled cake built up with satisfaction and joy, emitting a fine and dense sweet smell.
Those symbols recorded in the notebook that made Wan Qiu feel empty in his heart were diluted by joy and disappeared without a trace.
And now the reason why he took the initiative to go out in the fall was to prepare a birthday party.
It is a wonderful party created for the purpose of spending time happily with others.
It will definitely be like sweet potatoes, full of sweetness, softness, and carrying warm memories, something that makes people happy.
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