The young recorder had come several times before, feeling nervous, worried, and a little bit scared.
I’m afraid Qiao Anle will get “sick” again.
If he fainted in the field, how would he explain to Li Fengbei?
but……
Every time the recorder came, he saw Qiao Anle, full of energy, as if she was never tired at all.
Even because of the labor, a blush appeared on the fair face.
The blush spreads like blush on the delicate skin.
There is also a layer of fine beads of sweat.
In the sunlight, Qiao Anle's whole face was shining.
After the young recorder took a few glances, his heartbeat suddenly started to get chaotic. He hurriedly looked away, blushing and not daring to look again.
When I came back for the last time.
He handed Qiao Anle a kettle, put it down in a hurry, and trotted away.
Qiao Anle felt very happy while working.
It turns out that labor is the most glorious! Labor is the noblest!
She was a person who could not sit still, and with the protection of the spiritual treasure space, her body was full of endless strength.
It's just reclaiming wasteland, it's a piece of cake.
Without the interruption of the recorder, Qiao Anle worked harder and faster.
After all, she had promised the three kids that she would go to Aunt Li's house to pick them up and she must not be late.
Boom boom boom.
The hoe fell heavily to the ground again.
Just when they were getting excited, a voice interrupted Qiao Anle.
"Sister Qiao, Sister Qiao!"
"Sister Qiao! How can you do this job!"
"Sister Qiao, please stop doing this! Stop it!"
The sound came from far away and approached quickly.
When Qiao Anle looked up, she just happened to see a girl of about eighteen or nineteen running towards her.
The girl had her hair cut short to her shoulders and curled the ends, as if she was imitating the most fashionable short hair in the city.
She was wearing a short-sleeved top and a big flared skirt.
The style and matching are indeed trendy, but the color matching...
Green top and red skirt, this combination of red and green is really eye-catching.
Not to mention, the fabric used for the red skirt is actually the same pattern as the national bed sheets, with big red flowers everywhere.
Even someone as calm as Qiao Anle was stunned for a moment.
When the girl came closer, she noticed Qiao Anle looking at her clothes and immediately showed a proud expression.
She couldn't help but say happily.
"Sister Qiao, does it look good? I made this skirt according to the style you mentioned. You said that women in the city all wear it like this!"
As she spoke, her chin lifted.
Qiao Anle coughed a few times and held back the laughter that was rising from his throat.
Her gaze also shifted from the other person's funny attire to his face, and she recognized his identity.
The girl's name is Sun Xiangxiang.
She is the daughter of Old Man Sun, the village chief of this small mountain village.
Sun Xiangxiang is nineteen years old this year. She is good-looking, with a round face and big eyes. Before Qiao Anle came, she was a beauty in the small mountain village.
They are people from the mountains, their skin is a little yellow and dark, and they look older than their actual age.
Because of Sun Xiangxiang's familiar tone, Qiao Anle carefully thought about his memory.
The original owner had a good relationship with Sun Xiangxiang and was one of the few people in the village with whom he could chat.
He is probably the original owner's only friend.
This is because Sun Xiangxiang is enthusiastic and cheerful, and always likes to listen to the original owner talk about things in the city.
The original owner also missed the days in the city the most.
Sun Xiangxiang would go to the military compound to find the original owner whenever she had time, and the two of them would lock themselves in a room and talk in private.
After a few interactions, the two became familiar with each other.
The original owner had little experience in dealing with people, and his thoughts were simple due to family relationships.
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